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  Rating:
      Explicit
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      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Voltron:_Legendary_Defender
  Relationship:
      Keith/Lance_(Voltron)
  Character:
      Keith_(Voltron), Lance_(Voltron)
  Additional Tags:
      Bisexual_Lance_(Voltron), Gay_Keith_(Voltron), Keith_(Voltron)_is_Bad_at
      Feelings, Cuban_Lance_(Voltron), Pining_Lance_(Voltron), Boyfriends, Gay,
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, LGBTQ_Character, Korean_Keith_
      (Voltron), Hunk_&_Lance_(Voltron)_Friendship, Love, Female_Pronouns_for
      Pidge_|_Katie_Holt, Short, klance, Smut
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      Published: 2017-11-23 Updated: 2018-01-03 Chapters: 8/? Words: 23406
****** Stalker AU (Klance) ******
by Kitkat_2002
Summary
     Lance seems to not get enough of Keith. He has after all been
     watching him since freshman year. What happens once Keith finds out?
     *Warning* There is mature content!*Warning*
***** Chapter 1 *****
"Lance, honey. Wake up." My mother says at my doorway flickering the light
switch on, "I don't have all day. I have a doctors appointment. Chop chop." She
says impatiently leaving my door open as she leaves my room.
I look over at my phone realizing it's right next to me, but not plugged into
my charger, "Dammit." I mumble running a hand through my hair. I must have
fallen asleep using my phone last night. I quickly put it to charge and stand
up stretching out my limbs, scratching my head whilst yawning gathering clothes
so I can take a shower. I've never been a morning person, but I guess you can
say I'm a night owl.
I look at myself in the mirror from my bathroom and run a hand through my
disheveled hair. I currently had my face mask on. It's a weekly kind of thing
and it works very well. My sister recommended it to me a while ago when I
started to break out in 8th grade. The same year when she left to Florida, for
a better life.
I soon strip myself of my clothes and go in the shower. The water rinsing away
all my problems. Well, if only that were true.
Once I finish my morning routine I make sure to grab my phone and wait for my
mom to drive me to Altea High. My high school for 3 years now. A good place but
it gets tiring and boring after a while.
Once I get to school I say goodbye to my mother who quickly leaves in a hurry.
That's when I begin to notice everyone around me as usual. My main focus being
the number of couples that were hugging and holding hands. Why couldn't I have
that? Three whole years and I still haven't managed to get a girlfriend, or
even a boyfriend. Just because of one person constantly occupying my mind.
"Hey, yo Lance!" I hear my best buddy Hunk walking to me from behind putting an
arm around my neck. I felt myself sigh in relief that I could finally have a
distraction from my lingering thoughts.
"Oh, hey Hunk. How was your weekend?" I say casually smiling at my closest
friend. We've been best friends since middle school and we've never drifted
apart since then.
"Nothing much, just hanged out with Shay." He says smiling making me feel a
pang of jealousy. While he was out with his girlfriend I was home alone doing
nothing. I don't have a car and its not like my older siblings would take me
anywhere they have lives of their own, "Lucky, I did nothing this whole entire
weekend."
"That's not that bad, you make it sound like you have no life sometimes." Hunk
playfully rolls his eyes as we make it to my locker.
"That's because I don't have a life. Remember, strict parents." I sigh opening
up my locker and throwing my backpack in it.
Hunk just laughs again shaking his head, "If you don't have a life then why are
girls always after you? I always wonder why you still don't have a
girlfriend...Well, I see Shay see ya!"
I just nod closing my locker. Hunk's partly right that I do get quite the
attention, even when I don't ask for it. I sigh turning around I clutch my math
textbooks tightly against my chest when I feel a couple of my peers crowding
around me greeting me and wanting to start a conversation. I smile back at them
talking back with the same amount of enthusiasm.
As I keep walking forward keeping a conversation my eyes on one person in
particular. Keith Kogane. The outcast, the emo, the loner. He holds so much
maturity. Everything about him screams perfection, from his small physique,
violet gray eyes, small lips, to his nice round ass. I bite my lip realizing I
was staring at him as he walked past me. What I wasn't ready for was how his
eye's suddenly met mine and I couldn't help but feel my heart skip a beat. It
was only for a fraction of a second, but that was enough to get me stirring
inside.
The familiar feeling of nerves and butterflies filled my insides as I began to
walk to my class, the opposite of his. I knew that right now he was going to
his Civics class, which was all the way on the other side of the building.
I gripped my math textbook tightly against my chest feeling how flustered I
was. He looked at me. He saw me staring at him and he looked back. He looked
back. He looked back.
I made it to my math class right on time before the bell rang and sat down in a
window seat finding the scenery outside of the building strangely appealing.
With its neatly trimmed bushes, blooming flowers, to its amazing greenery.
"Lance?" I hear my name and spin my head to the direction of the voice. It was
a girl with two pigtails. She was cute but did not compare to my Keith.
"That's my name." I grin looking at the red-faced girl.
"H-how was your weekend." She asks twirling her hair around her finger as if
she were a five-year-old.
"It was good. I mean I didn't really do anything, in particular, that's
interesting. " I shrug. What made this girl talk to me? I don't remember ever
talking to her before. Then what Hunk said came into my mind and I could feel
realization kicking in, that this girl could possibly be trying to hit on me.
"That's great! I-I was actually wondering if you would like to go with m-"
Suddenly the door opened and inside came our math teacher, Mr. Shirogane,
Keith's brother. The girl looked down and faced the front of the classroom and
I unconsciously sighed in relief. That girl would only a nuisance to me anyway.
She seemed nice and all, but not my type. I know my type and blonde haired
girls don't fit that description.
Class began and soon I found it coming to a end.This class always went by fast.
I understood math I even liked it, however, this class is important for a
reason.
"Lance. May I speak to you." Mr.Shirogane says and just that made my lip quiver
into a small smirk.
"Yes, Mr.Shirogane?" I say innocently as I walk over to him clutching my
textbooks tightly. I always am a good student in this class so I know he
wouldn't do anything to me.
"I've been looking at your work and I just went over your grade." He clasps his
hands together sighing and taking his glasses off, "You're a good student. I
know that you have an A in every single class, but in mine, you have an F. An F
Lance."
"I-I understand that Sir. I-it's just." I pretend to gulp and look down as if I
was afraid to speak up, but hell this was going according to my plan.
"Lance, I know you can improve. I think.I think I may have to give you a
tutor."
Just those words made my heart leap with joy. That's exactly what I wanted.
This is all going well. I know math, in fact, math comes easily to me. Keith is
also good in math, he's even the top of the whole grade. It makes sense seeing
our math teacher is Mr. Shirogane, Keith's uncle whom he lives with. So, if I
were to be failing math badly, he would have to give me a tutor. That tutor
would just have to be Keith. Who else would he give me?
"A t-tutor? Is that really necessary sir, I mean I try my best? I really do it
just doesn't come easily to me." I mess with my fingers looking down at my
shoes.
"Yes, and don't get me wrong it's not to torture you. I know you're a good
student. I will be contacting your parents today and I will schedule weekly
meet ups. Don't worry though, this will only help you get better. I know you
can do this. We have a test coming up in three weeks. I want you to be ready
for it by then."
"Thank you, sir!" I say looking at him with wide eyes that give him the
impression that it's full of determination when in reality he only gave me what
I wanted.
He gave me a late free pass thankfully and I felt my heart skipping beats
knowing I was going to Spanish class where Keith would be.
I walk in the partially empty hallway heading to my Spanish class. I soon
arrive and open the door, as suspected the whole class gazes at me, except for
Keith. I give the pass to our teacher and she simply smiles telling me what I
had to do.
I sat in the front since that was the only available seat left and began the
worksheet she gave us. It was easy of course, since I'm fluent already and
finished it in less than 10 minutes.
I found myself staring at Keith who was working hard on the assignment. I could
feel my lips turn into a smile loving how frustrated he seemed to be.
Mrs. Rodriquez was walking around the room and she stood next to Keith who was
obviously struggling with a problem. Keith then looked up and I spun my head
around putting a hand on my heart because he almost caught me staring at him
like a weirdo. I could always just come up with an excuse anyway. Not that he
would ever come up to me and talk.
When the time was up to finish the worksheet Mrs. Rodriquez called on me first
to give out the first answer, "Paola no Estaba en el Parque en lunes." I said
it so casually because this was too basic for me.
Soon Spanish ended, being boring as always. It was such a letdown class, but at
least it let me show off my Hispanic blood to Keith. I've always wondered if he
was interested in Cuban boys like me. Most likely not.
The bell rings signifying the end of the class and now I was off to my next
class which is just as boring as any of my other class, besides PE. PE is
always the best for specific reasons being Keith is in it and it's a rare
chance to see him in the locker room changing his shirt. If I'm lucky to even
pants. But that's only if he doesn't use the bathroom stall. It's not that I'm
a pervert or anything, I just think he has a really good body for a Junior.
"Lance! Wait up!" My friend Rolo goes up to me because we have our next class
together. He and I get along but were more in school friends just like everyone
else in this school besides Hunk.
My next two classes go by fast until it's finally time for Lunch. I have the
same Lunch period as Keith but he usually eats in a secluded area. He's always
on his phone listening to music. while I on the other hand always sit at the
loudest table. Me usually being the source of the loudness.
"Yo, earth to Lance," Hunk says waving a hand in front of my face. I smack his
hand away and we both laugh. I sit down setting my tray of food on the table
greeting everyone.
"Guys, I have a party tonight if y'all wanna like come," Katrina says looking
at her mashed potatoes in disgust and pushing her tray away from her face. Rolo
greedily takes the tray giving her a smirk gladly taking her food.
"Hell yes, I'm in," Rolo says taking a bite of the disgusting cafeteria food.
The others nod agreeing with Rolo.
"What about you Lance?" She flutters her eyelashes my way and I lean back in my
chair, "I don't know. What if it's lame?" I say teasing her.
"You never come so how would you know whether it's lame or not?" She retorts
leaning over the table.
"Yea, Lance you never come!" Serena speaks up, "It would be so much more fun
with you!" I hardly know these people but they all want me to go. Not that I
could because I don't have a car.
"As much as I would love to, I've got better things to do," I say still
grinning I look at the ceiling as if it's more entertaining then them.
"Hmm..I wonder what Lance does all the time that makes him so busy.." Some
other girl says, maybe he has a girlfriend-"
"Nope still single." I look back at my table, "I just don't find parties fun.
That's all."
Soon Lunch ends and Lance gets jittery since his next period is PE. Maybe he'd
get lucky with seeing a shirtless Keith. He'd seriously like to see his toned
abs again. It's so obvious that he works out.
Lance walks alone in the hallway filled with almost more then a hundred
students. Maybe today will be his lucky day. But then again he always told
himself that everyday, for the past three years.
***** Stalker AU *****
Lance first goes to his locker to get his backpack that holds his gym clothes
so he could change. He didn't get stopped by anybody so that was a relief. It's
not that he didn't want to talk to anybody it was just the fact that his mind
was so occupied with his thought.
He soon makes it to the locker room where he would have to change. It's a
fairly big room, that you would see in stereotypical high school movies. It has
three rows of lockers and then a hallway of showers and mini bathroom stalls.
Usually, the guys would just change in the locker area but some of the more
shyer guys, or possibly gay guys, choose to use the bathroom since it's
secluded and nobody would see them.
Lance has noticed that Keith uses the bathroom a lot, meaning he doesn't get to
see Keith take off his shirt much. Sure, Lance has seen Keith without a shirt a
couple times, but that doesn't necessarily matter to him.
He shoves his backpack in his locker and starts to slip off his shirt.That's
when a familiar mullet head walks in and he feels his heart beginning to beat
faster. He slips his shirt off fully exposing his toned chest and quickly
notices that Keith right away goes inside a bathroom stall. He starts to feel a
bit of disappointment but figured it's to be expected.
He's always wondered why Keith choose a bathroom stalls Why hide his amazing
figure? I mean we are all guys anyway.
Lance finishes taking off his clothes and putting work out clothes. He puts on
deodorant as well making sure he doesn't smell like a dumpster by the time gyms
over.
As he was peeping himself, from the corner of his eye, he sees Keith get out of
the bathroom and put his backpack in a locker. He then leaves the locker room
resulting in Lance and two other guys left. who weren't payi
Was God giving Lance a bucket load of luck today? Were the gods finally
answering his prayers? Lance couldn't believe what he was seeing. Just his
luck, this was great!
'Nobody's watching me...' he thinks to himself etching closer to Keith's
locker. Keith's personal locker which usually has a lock on it. What's up with
the no lock thing? Did he forget to bring his lock? He always brings his lock
so what makes today any different?
He gulps his hand reaching to open Keith's locker. 'What am I doing? Why can't
I stop myself?' He feels his heart pumping quickly against his chest his face
reddening. He quickly, without thinking, opens Keith's locker. Should he just
close it and pretend this never happened? Instead of listening to all
rationality he looks at Keith's backpack.
'That's it. That's what I want,' he thinks once again going for the zipper of
the backpack. He begins to unzip it and sees Keith's casual clothes. The
clothes that he was just wearing. The red hoodie that he always wears. The red
hoodie that he was dying to take and keep it for himself.
His shaking hand quickly grabs a hold of the hoodie and he takes it out
unzipping the backpack and closing the locker with a loud 'Bam!'
He leaned against the locker taking deep breathes. 'What did I do? Should I put
it back? What if Keith finds out it was me? What if this hoodie has sentimental
value to him?'
He goes to his locker takes a sniff of the goose before shoving it inside his
own backpack in his locker, "I would say mission accomplished but this was
honestly in the moment." He mumbles to himself scratching his head as he walks
into the gym.
Thanks to his lock his gym teacher didn't notice him coming in late but joined
in the jogging around the gym. They always do a warm up with 3 laps around the
gym. Since Lance was a bit late he only got there to do one.
"Ugh, I hope we do anything but basketball today." His friend Kacey says
stretching out her arms. He red hair was pulled up into a high ponytail and she
had minimal makeup. She was honestly really pretty but then again not near his
type.
"I want to play soccer." Lance smiles joining her in stretching. His gaze,
however, moves to Keith. He watched how Keith bent down to stretch out.
He's so flexible that it makes Lance wonder what kind of positions he's able to
do during-
Lance shakes his head. Thoughts such as those will only make him worse. It
would also result in him sporting a boner in gym class. Not something he wants
to happen.
"Eh, I just want to take a nap. Can't this just be nap class? Napping is just
as important to our health as Gym class." She huffs blowing a piece of her hair
away from her face.
"Nap class? What would we learn? The art of our dreams?" Lance jokes rolling
his eyes, "That would be some shitty class."
"Well, at least we'd just be resting? C'mon it's not that shitty." She rolls
her eyes grinning a bit at his comment.
"Nah, I prefer gym," he says taking a look at Keith because without Gym class,
he wouldn't be able to see him looking so hot. I mean he's just wearing a
simple t-shirt and basketball shorts and makes it look like he's modeling for a
Calvin Klein magazine.
Before Kacey could answer the gym teacher calls for everyone's attention,
"Alright guys today we'll be playing partner link. Can I have three
volunteers?"
Nobody raises their hand.
"Well, then I guess I'll pick myself," She taps on her chin and then looks at
Lance making him sigh. She points at Lance and the other two, "Lance, Kacey,
and Keith."
Lance feels his face heat up, while hearing other people giving out a sigh of
relief knowing that they weren't called on. Lance, Keith, and Kacey being the
best in her class make an obvious choice to pick the three most athletic.
"Kacey link arms with me. Lance and Keith link arms." She says linking arms
with Kacey.
Lance walks slowly to Keith feeling himself becoming very awkward. Keith,
however, walked with so much confidence and an aura which perfectly explained
how much he could care less.
Lance links his arms with Keith staring anywhere but at him. Damn it! Why does
he have to be so awkward? Isn't this what he wants? To be close to Keith?
Lance couldn't think clearly so he didn't realize his name was being called.
"Alright so there are two people out that does not have a partner. One person
has to tag the other person out and if that person succeeds they can choose a
partner. For example, I would have to chase Kacey and if do tag her then she
becomes the tagger. I would then find a partner, so I would steal Keith from
Lance. Lance would then have to find a new partner while Kacey tries to tag him
so she can choose a partner." She demonstrates with linking her arm with Keith
making Lance unlink his arm with him to fake running away from Kacey, resulting
in making people laugh.
"There can only be two partners, alright?" She says and everyone nods, "Alright
find your partner and spread out into a circle. Don't be close together or I'll
move you myself."
Kacey immediately goes to me and links her arm with mine, "This is gonna be
fun."
"So now you're agreeing with me that nap class sounds like shit?" Lance grins.
"Nope, I still vote for nap class." She huffs once again looking away with
closed eyes.
"Keith and Lance I want you guys to start." Our gym teacher says, "Let's see
how my top students do."
Lance hesitantly unlinks his arm with Kacey's and she fake pouts and he fake
pouts back.
'Just don't think about the fact that you have a massive crush on him and
you'll be fine.' he thinks but it ends up not working. Keith then leaves his
partner making our original partners team up.
"Hah, you won't catch me." Lance snickers at Keith. That took a lot of courage
for him to say but he still mustered up a couple words. Then something
unexpected happens making his heart freeze.
Keith smirks at Lance snorting at his comment, "I won't count on it."
Lance takes a while to register what just happened until he hears the whistle
immediately moving his legs away from Keith, 'Damn that was so close.' He
thinks as Keith's hand almost comes into contact with his arm but doesn't
because Lance has fast reflexes.
Lance tries to go to Kacey as she jumps up and down yelling Lance's name. That
is until all of a sudden Keith runs around Lance and is super close to where
Kacey is making it dangerous to link arms with her.
Without thinking he tries to trick Keith by pretending to go the other way but
then goes back to go for Kacey, however it doesn't work.
It's like Keith knew what Lance would do before Lance even knew himself. Keith
quickly taps Lance's arm quickly linking arms with Kacey and Kacey's partner
begins to run.
"Hah, told you." Keith snickers looking at Lance with his violet gray eyes.
Lance could feel himself weaken just by hearing Keith's raspy low voice. Even
better Keith was talking to him out of everyone!
Lance easily catches the other person and links arm with one of the other
people. The same thing happens over and over again with different people.
Somebody links their arm with Keith and Kacey starts to run away but looks at
Lance smirking. She gets Lances partner making Lance have to run again.
The activity was overall fun and he got to actually interact with Keith making
his heart explode with happiness. He could still remember the way Keith looked
into Lance's blue ones.
Gym ends and Lance jobs to the locker room. It was best to just get dressed
quickly so he doesn't have to see Keith freak out about a missing hoodie. He
makes it to the locker room first quickly taking out his clothes pushing the
hoodie as far down his backpack as he could.
He takes off his pants and slips on his jeans having to jump a bit. Then he
takes off his shirt before seeing Keith come in. He then puts the shirt on as
fast as possible and shoves his gym clothes in his backpack. He had one more
class to go and then he would be able to leave.
It was the thought of having Keith's hoodie making him have an adrenaline rush.
He didn't feel bad about the fact that he took he felt oddly victorious. He
could just jump up and down in the air like an anime school girl.
He leaves the locker room as quickly as he could and heads for his last class
which was science. His least favorite class.
When school was over he couldn't help but feel so jumpy. He felt like he would
get caught for taking the hoodie at any time. That's when in the corner of his
eye he see's Keith talking to Shiro looking frustrated. He was gripping his
hair looking very annoyed and making big hand gestures.
That's when Keith's eyesight flickers to Lance's but he looks back at Shiro
still talking.
Lance froze feeling his cheeks heat up. Keith wasn't wearing his usual hoodie,
be must be talking about that. Lance told himself to keep walking and so he
did. That's when he feels someone's hand push his shoulder back making him
flinch.
"Uh, Bud, it's just me. Hunk." Hunk says tilting his head. Shay was standing
next to him as she waved cutely at him.
"Oh, uh hey." Lance sighs feeling his heart going back to its regular pace.
"I was just gonna ask if you need a ride to the party tonight. I'll gladly take
you if you want." Hunk offers to hold Shays' hand.
What about the hoodie? Lance doesn't want to waste his time at a stupid party
that Keith wouldn't be going to.
"Nah, I've gotta watch over my, uh, niece and nephew tonight. Sorry man." Lance
half smiles saying sorry with his eyes.
Hunk just shrugs making it seem like it is t no big deal, "It's cool, but if
you change your mind call me."
Lance just nods and waves walking away. He sees his bus and goes inside his bus
excited to finally go home and think about the events of today.
All he could think about was Keith's violet gray eyes. All he wanted was Keith
for himself. Keith. Keith. Keith. That's who's always on his mind.
When he arrives at his bus stop he steps off the bus and see's his mom's car
waiting to pick him up. He goes to his mom's car and greets her going inside
the car, "Hey ma."
"Hola, cariño." (Hi, Sweetie) she smiles kissing his cheek, "Como era la
escuela?"(How was school?) she asks.
"It was great actually," Lance says looking out the window a smile playing on
his lips. This always happens when he has interactions with Keith. It's not
like that was the first interaction and mini-conversations they've had. It was
just that today was different because now Lance has something of Keith's.
Something that smells just like him, something that means something to Keith.
"That's good." She says back looking at him quickly before looking back a the
road. Lance's mother works as a Spanish teacher in a middle school. She's the
one that taught him how to speak Spanish but he prefers English.
Lance and his mom get home and his mom goes straight to the Kitchen, "I'm
making arroz con pollo tonight! Do your homework, okay?"
"Yea, yea." Lance says rolling his eyes walking to his room, "I've got better
things to do anyway." he mumbles closing his door and flopping on his bed. He
opens his backpack and immediately takes out the red hoodie a familiar scent
filling his nose.
It smelled exactly like him, almost as if Keith were here in this room right
now. However his
excitement was cut short because his door opened to his mother glaring at him
and he new he was in trouble.
"Yes, of course I'll talk to him. Thank you. Yes, mhm. Alright, I'll make sure
he does better in your class I'm sorry." Even though her voice was sicklily
sweet her face told other wise and that's what he was scared most about his
mother. How she could act one way but feel the exact opposite.
She ends the call and slowly puts her phone down, "Lance McClain Diaz. Your
math teacher just informed me that you need tutoring because...your failing his
class." She had her eyes closed her nose flaring angrily.
"Ma, I can explain-" Lance tried to speak but his mother quickly stopped him.
"What did I tell you about having bad grades? Right! I told you bad grades no
phone, no PlayStation, nada!" She was walking closer to Lance and he quickly
tried his best to move away. He was scared and honestly this was t her at her
worst. If he thinks his mom is scary that would make him laugh because he
father is way worse.
Lance quickly ducked and crawled away to the door because he learned a thing or
two about his mother when she's mad, "It's not that I don't well. I just don't
understand it. Come on, it's not really my fault."
"That's why you study! Studying is everything! What have you been doing that's
keeping you from studying? Is it the phone? The Playstation?" She screeches as
Lance looks down his teeth clenched together. He doesn't like when his mother
is mad. After all he never does anything wrong, partly because if he does one
thing they blow up on him like crazy.
"It's only one class! I'm failing one class! The rest of my classes are A's!
Why can't you just be understanding! I do nothing wrong!" I say standing near
my door ready to run from her at any moment.
"If you want to succeed in life you can't be failing any classes, okay? Just
wait till your father hears this." She pushes past me angrily, "Dinner will be
ready in 30 minutes. When dinners done we'll discuss this more."
She leaves the room and Lance looks away with a scowl. He closes his door and
jumps on his bed.
It doesn't matter. He got what he wanted so whatever his parents do won't
matter. The only thing he cares about is the valuable possession of Keith's
hoodie that he has in his room at this moment.
He takes out his phone and begins to scroll through his camera roll. Pictures
and pictures of Keith. A whole album filled with three years of pictures.
Pictures that he would never show anybody. He's still surprised that he's hid
it so well, but that's what happens when you adapt to being secretive and
careful with what's yours.
Lance lays on his bed rubbing his eyes, "When will you be mine Keith?"
***** My tutor is...?! *****
Chapter Summary
     Let's just say a lot happens to poor Lance today ;)
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
As soon as my father came home my mom told him the news about my grades. Him
being strict about academics made the situation ten times worse than how others
would see it. He claims he just doesn't want to see me fail at life, but
sometimes failure is what makes us advance more.
I lay there on my bed feeling my bruised cheek from when my father slapped me
in the face. Sometimes he could just be so cruel and I wonder why I still cope
with this treatment. My parents sent me to my room for the night and took away
my phone and computer, only until I bring my grade up to a high B. It's
ridiculous but you learn to get used to it after a while.
I looked at my backpack and saw Keith's sweater, so instead of just staring at
it, I take it. I sit on the edge of my bed and feel the smooth fabric in my
fingers. I then slip the hoodie on myself and notice that it was one size too
small but that didn't matter in the slightest.
I lay back down on my bed and sniff the hoodie as if it's a drug. It smelled
just like him making me stir up particular feelings. The feeling runs all the
way down to my toes, like if I were experiencing this for the first time again.
That's when I find myself becoming aroused just by Keith's scent. It's the fact
that I've got something besides pictures or his old chewed up pencils that give
me a new sense of excitement. I wonder what he would think if he knew I could
simply get hard at his essence. Would he find it weird, disgusting? Or would he
find it hot and arousing?
I slowly touch myself through my pajama pants whispering Keith's name in a
hushed desperate tone. I've always had times like these where my desire for
Keith would become too much to handle and in order to calm down my want for
him, it would have to result in me touching myself. It was the simplest of
things that could set me off my feet and send me soaring to cloud nine in an
instant. Just the smell, the fragrance of Keith could do just that. It even
made my shaft twitch with more want than ever before. I knew what I wanted, I
knew that just by having something such as this, would throw my body overboard.
It could trick my mind into thinking that Keith is here, feeling the same exact
throbbing sensation in his lower region.
I begin to slowly slide my pants down giving my member more space to breathe as
it grows bigger against my boxers. I start to tease myself by skimming my hand
over my pulsating area only getting more impatient with each passing second,
"Keith...Keith...mm..." I moan palming myself as I feel my cock becoming more
erect. I could feel it throbbing, I could feel myself already wanting a
release, but I wanted it from Keith. If only he knew how much I wanted him. If
only he could notice me more than maybe we could have been friends.
But, something about him being hard to get gives me a thrill, no matter how
much I want him, it's also the fact that he doesn't show the same want that
makes me so interested.
I then slip my hand through my boxers wrapping my hand around my member, my
breath quickening as my face flushes with arousal and lust. The scent was so
intoxicating making me only want more, which resulted in my thumb rubbing the
slit of my dick. I arch my back groaning with want as I use my other hand to
cover my mouth so loud moans don't escape and awaken my parents, "F~fuck." I
mumble my voice muffled by my hand. I only teased myself further so I wouldn't
ejaculate quickly and have to go back to reality. My thumb then rubs the tip
harder feeling my own pre-cum escaping making my rod much more slippery.
I begin to move my hand at a slow pace thinking of Keith's violet eyes, soft
lips, small button nose, round ass, beautiful abs, and above all his cute as
fuck laugh. How could someone so serious have such an angelic and innocent
laugh? How was it possible to look emo but then look like a damn star? It's
above my knowledge and hell I know a lot. Then I quickened my pace trying to
gain a mental image of Keith doing this to me, to try and visualize him jacking
me off as I leave love marks all over his body. I grip my cock harder biting my
hand to stop any more moans from escaping, creating only strangled sounds,
"Mmff..Keef..ahh.."
I cover my head with a pillow my chest rising and falling with every deep and
shaky breath, "I want you so bad Keith." I whisper, "So fucking bad." That only
sets me on edge more but it wasn't enough to fulfill my needs. I then slide my
thumb repeatedly over my slit collecting more pre-cum as my hips buckle forward
wanting more friction and pleasure.
"Mm, Keith. I-I love you." I say feeling my high coming as white clouds my
vision and I cum all over my hand. It was a hard climax but it just wasn't
satisfying. Jerking off to the thought of Keith and even having his hoodie
didn't feel like enough. It's time for me to step it up a notch if I can't find
this to be enough then I'm going to have to find a way for Keith to be mine
fast.
 
~~~~
The next day few days were the same as always. I would wake up to my moms
yelling and get ready by doing my morning beauty routines. This particular
morning, however, didn't seem to want to comply with me. The first thing that I
saw as I walked into my bathroom was a tiny pimple appearing on the right side
of my face. It caused me to have a mini freak out session, but I quickly
covered it with my mom's makeup.
As I got to school, I greeted Hunk normally but also had to greet Shay since
they have been inseparable for the past three days. It was nice seeing Hunk
happy though. Shay's always been a very nice girl and Hunk likes her a lot, so
I figured if Hunk likes her than I like her.
"Lance the offer to go to my birthday party this Saturday is still available if
you change your mind." Shay sweetly says as the three walk in the hallway.
As much as I really want to go, I'm grounded and there's no way I could come up
with some compromisation, "I still can't, I have to study." I say not
necessarily lying.
"Come on, you always say that. I invited everyone and literally, everyone is
going," Shay pouts.
"Yea dude, even Keith and he never goes to this stuff, but since he's friends
with Shay he's going," Hunk says and that really catches my attention. It even
makes my heart escalate. Keith? Is he friends with Shay? Does Shay talk to
Keith? How come I didn't know about this?
I feel a pang of jealousy hit me like a brick wall. How did she manage to
befriend him when he practically isolates himself from the school? I could
imagine them laughing and smiling at each other the same way I want to be able
to do with him. It was so unfair how she got to be friends with him.
"Lance?"
Lance whips his head to look back at the two and smiles rubbing his neck, "Oh,
sorry. I might be able to go, but that'll only work if I use my super secret
ninja abilities."
"You're super secret ninja abilities?" Hunk asks raising an eyebrow as Shay
giggles rolling her eyes,
"Shh. Its a secret remember." Lance smirks, "But all you have to do is pick me
up alright buddy?"
Hunk nods and raises a fist in the air whooping, "Yes! Finally, you get to
finally enjoy life as a teenager!"
Lance could definitely disagree with that. He actually enjoys his life because
Keith is in it.
~
He finally makes it to his first-period class which was Math and sits down in a
different window seat so he wouldn't have to deal with that Nyma girl who
constantly tries to hit on him. She was such a bother that he even attempted to
ignore her but that failed big time. Instead of her thinking that as a bad sign
she assumed that he was just playing hard to get. In reality, he just found her
extremely annoying.
As class was coming to an end Mr. Shirogane asked for Lance to go over to his
desk to discuss important matters regarding his grade.
"Lance, may I speak to you real quick," He asks.
I look over at him nodding my head as I stand up to go and talk about my
tutoring. Today was the day I would be getting told who's my tutor. I would be
lying if I said I wasn't excited. I don't even need tutoring but it would be so
worth it if it was Keith teaching me.
"I talked with a student of mine who has the highest grade from all my classes
and they said they would gladly help you. After school, your coming straight
here, alright?"
"Of course and thank you Mr. Shirogane," I say grinning. I turn around to go
back to my desk and as soon as I do the bell rings and I grab my bag to go to
Spanish where I could admire Keith.
"Hey, Lance!" Kacey from gym class says as she wraps an arm around my neck but
since she was short she could hardly do it.
"Ha! You're so short." You know who's shorter though Keith and that's something
that makes him tens times cuter.
"I am not that short. For a girl, I'm pretty tall. 5'5 is more like average."
She scuffs now crossing her arms.
In reply to that, I ruffle her hair and she frowns even more. That's when I see
him, I see Keith walking into the Spanish room. Ever since I took his hoodie
he's been wearing some black one making him look more emo and hotter. He could
definitely work any outfit with any color, but he could also work wearing
nothing at all. Either way, I'm glad for taking his favorite red hoodie.
"Uh, I've gotta go, see you later." I grin following Keith inside the classroom
casually. Kacey just stands in the hallway giving me a small little wave as she
walks off to her next class.
I soon go inside my class passing Keith on my way to my desk making me wonder
if he really is going to Shay's party this weekend. He hardly ever goes to this
type of stuff, so knowing that he actually agreed, must mean she means
something to him. It's not like they would like each other though, Shay and
Hunk are dating. They've been dating for a while now.
I put my hoodie over my head as my hand rests on my cheek, my elbow keeping my
arm up. Spanish is such a letdown.
The rest of my classes even Gym went the same way. We had some quiz in Gym
class so we had to sit down on the bleachers and do our muscle diagram quiz.
It's easy if you studied, which I did so I finished early.
~~
Once school was over I felt my jitters coming back. I was so excited to see who
my tutor was. It had to be Keith, it is going to be Keith. Last time I checked
he was number one from all the classes.
I go to Mr. Shiroganes room and I see a girl with light brown hair sitting down
on a chair. She had glasses and seemed nerdy. Why was she here though?
"Ah, Lance you made it. This is Pidge Gunderson, she will be your tutor for
these three weeks." He smiles introducing me to some 14 years old. How can a
14-year-old girl tutor a 17-year-old? That's sad on so many levels. My jaw was
dropped and I could feel my eye twitch. Then I hear a familiar deep voice
behind me.
"We going, Shiro?" It was Keith. Please tell me this was some sort of
misunderstanding. I turn around slowly to see Keith leaning against the frame
of the doorway and when I saw him he simply raised an eyebrow, "Pidge what are
you doing here?"
He ignored me...
"Oh, I'm here to tutor this guy." She says. I feel myself die a little because
damn this is so embarrassing. This was not how this was supposed to happen. In
my mind, it played out so well, but now everything is just falling apart.
"Oh, Lance? I thought you were good at math." he says looking at me with those
beautiful captivating eyes. I could feel my heart quicken as I smile nervously
but it quickly drops.
"Guess not. Well, I'm off. Have fun." He salutes and begins to walk away with
Mr. Shirogane.
"Oh, and you two behave, okay?" Mr. Shirogane says before closing the door
leaving me with somebody else that actually talks to Keith beside me.
Can today get any worse?
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     Lance almost gets caught being weird!!!
"So, the names Pidge, but you already know that," the girl says pushing up her
glasses, "You seem pretty smart, I think you're just maybe confused with chi-
square and how it works."
I ignore her simply taking out my notebook, "Yea, let's just get this over
with." There was no way in hell I was going to let this happen. I'm going to
need to pretend that I don't know this, even when I do. I'll just make them
think that I learned it fast, not something I'm going to look forward to at
all.
Pidge looks at me with surprise and annoyance, not that I cared in the
slightest. She got out a pencil, a notebook, and a calculator, "Look, I know
you obviously don't want to do this, but I promised Shi- Mr.Shirogane that I
would help you get better at this."
"Aren't you, I don't know, like 15 or something." I say squinting my eyes, "I
mean aren't you a little too young to be tutoring a 17-year-old?"
"So what? What's your point?" She says wrinkling her nose.
"Are you a prodigy?"
"Nah, just had a lot of time to study."
"Ahhh, okay that makes sense I guess..." I say my voice fading as I hide my
face crinkling my face. Great, what a nerd. She can be useful though, she knows
Shiro and Keith personally. If she knows them personally maybe...she can be
useful.
"Alright, so we should get started. I already know what unit your class is in,
he gave me the information. It's rather easy, you'll get it in no time." She
says flipping through pages in our unit textbook.
"Yea, yea. So...tell me. How do you know Shiro?" I say leaning on my arm
changing the topic. I don't want to even bother with stupid math. She slowly
looks up at me with an 'are you serious' look making it obvious that she
thought it was a ridiculous question.
"Well, if I answer you, can we start?" She asks tilting her head. I nod
willingly wanting to know why she knows them so well.
"My brother and Shiro are best friends. That's how I know him okay?"
That does make a lot of sense. Considering how she calls him by his first name
rather than his last. The only person that I actually care for though is Keith,
not Shiro, "What about Keith, do you talk to him?"
"Nope, no more questions. Geez, why do you even want to know anyway?" She
mumbles rolling her eyes. I could tell she was getting annoyed so I decided to
leave the conversation at that. For the rest of the tutoring session, I
pretended not to know what she was teaching me and kept the conversation
simple. It was easy pretending to be dumb sometimes, maybe a little too easy.
~~~
"Good job Lance, your not too bad. I'll see you on Friday, I expect you to do
the practice problems, they'll help." She smiles gathering her supplies into
her backpack.
"Yup, I'll do them. Thanks for the help, glasses." I chuckle saluting her as I
make my way to the door.
She rolls her eyes, "Leave, Lance."
"I will, my god." I sigh dramatically opening the door and finally leave. I
stomp my way to the front entrance of the school where my mother would be
picking me up. I sit down on a bench next to the door so I wouldn't have to be
outside in the cold opening the pocket of my backpack. I was about to put in my
earplugs to listen to music from my old Ipod until I heard a door open, so I
look at that direction curiously.
It was just one of my teachers, the teacher nicely waved at me so I waved back
and then put in the earplugs. Honestly, when was my mom going to come?
About 10 minutes later I see a car parking and it was my mothers so I stand up
and leave the school building going into the car. I didn't really want to even
see my mother, she really has been irritating these few days. Especially since
she has my phone and won't give it back for a while. It's so annoying!
"How was the tutoring?" She asks with that same strict tone in her voice.
"Good," I say looking out the window raising the volume of my music just so I
wouldn't have to hear her. She notices this thus ripping the earplug from my
ear and I turn my head annoyed.
"Give me a real answer, bobo." (Fool in Spanish) She snaps frustratedly. I just
grumble under my breath snapping my head to look back at the now very
interesting view, "Mama, what do you want me to say? It was just us going over
problems. That's it." I could just feel the urge to rebel against her, but the
outcomes wouldn't be pretty. Sadly, I need my parents so I can have a roof over
my head and food to eat. That's the only reason why I still cope living with
them.
"I don't know why you make everything harder for yourself, that's all you had
to say? I'm doing this for you hijo, so you can have a better future." She said
doing her lip biting, she does it whenever she gets overly emotional and
because of genes, I've taken that from her, so I guess that gives my mother and
me something similar besides our similar looks. She is like an old female
version of me, however, I get my blue eyes from my father. I got extremely
lucky, all my older siblings have plain brown eyes, and so do their children.
"Yo sé," I whisper and like that the rest of the car ride was silent.
~~~~
It was finally Friday and I was kind of hoping that today's tutoring session
would be a good way to get more information about Keith. I already know that
Pidge can get irritated when I talk about this subject so I'll keep it light.
I'll even make it seem as if I just want to get to know her more, or rather get
to know Shiro, to get to Keith.
I was also hoping that today I'd be able to return the hoodie to Keith as soon
as possible because the smell was already fading. What would be the point of
keeping it?
I was hoping that I could sneakily put the hoodie in the lost and found and
quickly leave. It was a simple plan and quite frankly I wanted to see his
reaction and excitement for when he would "find" it again. His smiles are
always the best, if only I had my phone on me, damn it.
I walk into my second class which is Spanish carrying my backpack inside
because after this I would go to the lost and found, I wouldn't have time to
make it to the next class if I were to go to my locker. The teachers don't even
care if you bring a backpack in as long as it's not distracting.
I go into the classroom finishing a boring conversation with some freshman girl
and head to my seat. As I walked to my seat opening my backpack to get out a
notebook, Keith passes me accidentally bumping into my desk causing my backpack
to fall spilling EVERYTHING onto the floor. By everything, I also mean his
hoodie.
I'm screwed, I'm screwed. I need an excuse, oh my fucking god. My heart was
racing and I leaned down trying to put everything inside. Without realizing it,
since I was too busy shoving everything into the backpack, Keith leaned down
grabbing his hoodie raising an eyebrow.
"My hoodie? So, you've had my hoodie this whole time? God, I knew it was a bad
idea to leave my gym locker unlocked." He says still looking at me. My face
felt flushed and I couldn't say anything, I felt completely frozen. I got
caught and what's worse I got caught by my crush!
"I-It's not what you think!" I say raising my voice looking into his eyes. For
some reason, his eyes showed some amusement.
"What do you think I'm thinking about?" He asks handing me my pen that was
right next to him. With my shaky hand, I grabbed it from him and shoved it in
my backpack.
"Uh, I don't know but it's probably not good...I can explain though." I say
gathering the rest of my belongings.
"It doesn't really matter now that I've got my hoodie back. So, did you take
it, or did it magically show up in your backpack?" He smirks standing up along
with myself. I gripped the handle of my backpack nervously as I tried to think
of an excuse.
"I found it in the trashcan of the boy's locker room. I never got the chance of
giving it back, because well, your sort of unapproachable, and I'm sorry I
didn't give it back sooner." I was officially screwing up everything. I could
just feel how everything was already blowing up in front of my very eyes.
"Oh, damn. It's fine, at least you didn't steal it, now that would be
unforgivable." He says that same gorgeous smirk on his delicious porcelain
skin. I stare as he walks back to his seat in awe. We just had a conversation.
I actually talked to Keith fucking Kogane and I didn't make things particularly
worse! This is going to be a memory to remember.
I carefully sit back down contemplating what just happened. I could feel myself
shaking, my mouth was dry, and my mind was blank. My heart was racing still, my
face felt hot, and I was smiling. My thoughts were filled with Keith even more
if that's possible. I came to a conclusion that I want Keith to show me every
face, every emotion. I want him to trust me
Class starts soon after and to be honest I didn't hear one damn thing the
teacher said. All I heard was Keith's angelic voice and saw his beautiful face
smiling at me with his pearly whites. Flowers were blooming right beside him in
the background along with a nice view of a sunset. Keith...Keith....I love you,
Keith.
"Lance? Lance. Lance!"
"Huh? What?" Lance says snapping out of his daydream as he heard laughing
around him.
"Please pay attention, Lance. You may be the best student but that doesn't mean
you get to slack off." She scolds pointing at me. I blush embarrassed, "Yes,
perdón Senora."
The rest of the class period resulted in me sulking in my own embarrassment. I
felt so ridiculous and humiliated. I couldn't believe my luck today. It's been
absolutely shitty.
~~~~
If I thought Spanish my shitty, boy was I wrong because Gym class was
mortifying. Keith was after my ass the whole time. Not literally, but he kept
going after me in our games. It was the absolute worst. Was he getting back at
me for having his hoodie? Did he not believe my made up the story?
"Let's have a truce, I'm so tired of running." I pant gripping my knees.
"Nope. That was my favorite hoodie. Tell me, Lance, why did you have it for so
long anyway? Do you like the brand, or did you like something else?" He asks
squinting his eyes. He had me cornered up with a foam dodgeball in his hand.
This was one for all type of game and you could team up but Keith had no plans
in doing so. He kept hitting Lance with every ball he got.
"Look, like I said before. It was in the trash bin-"
"Stop bullshitting me. I asked those guys that were in the locker room with
you. They said you took it."
My heart stops and that was all it took for me to give up, "Fuck."
Keith chuckles a hand now on his hip, while the dodgeball was in his hand,
"Tell me the real reason or I won't show mercy."
Right before I was about to answer I see Kacey smirking behind Keith with a
dodgeball in her hand. She was literally my guardian angel. She threw the
dodgeball and surprisingly it hit his head with a loud, 'THUMP!' What I didn't
expect was for him to fall in my arms.
"Damn, that hurt." He groaned rubbing his head but once he looked up his face
reddened and so did mine because our faces were just inches apart. I mean this
isn't how I planned it, but oh well.
"Oh, fuck! Sorry, I'll get off you!" He yells having a mini freak out making me
almost laugh at how cute it was. However, when he tried to stand up our feet
got tangled and he fell back as I fell on top of him. I could hear Kacey
laughing her butt off with a bunch of other people. I mean who wouldn't be
laughing.
Keith looks at me and gives a nervous smile, "Oops?"
I finally managed to let this all sink in and before I responded. I even took a
nice hard look at his face also acknowledging our position, "Shit, well...this
is awkward. Sorry." I laugh getting off of him and then lending him a hand.
"I guess I deserved that..." He grins getting up and releasing his hand to
twirl his hair.
Fuck.... I'm gonna need a very, very, very cold shower today.
"No...no, It's my fault for lying to you," I say trying to act casual, but
there's nothing casual about this. Was I the only one who felt our connection,
the spark, the heat?
"Listen, let's just forget about the whole hoodie thing. I'm pretty sure for
whatever reason you took it's not even a big deal. You're a cool guy."
"I'm a cool guy? You really think so?" I blush smiling happily at the raven
haired boy who even though was sweating looked like he belonged in a men's
magazine.
"Yea-" he says but before he could answer fully the whistle blew and it was
time to gather all the dodgeballs back in the bag.
"We'll talk later, or whatever. If you want I could even give you one of my
other hoodies. A hoodie that isn't my favorite, but same brand and everything."
He says and I could feel my heart thumping. Was he messing around with me? Are
we actually bonding over the fact that I stole his hoodie? Am I dreaming?
Instead of talking since my throat felt dry I nodded. He was just too damn
gorgeous, it's like a crime.
"Yo, you two weirdos chop chop, you need to get dressed for next period." Kacey
sighs annoyed pushing our backs into the boy's locker room. Is it safe to say
that I'm in shock right now? Did I seriously get to touch his hand, see his
face up close?
The school day ended slowly. I even ignored anybody who talked to me. Keith saw
me in the hallway as I was walking to his brother's room and smiled. He smiled.
At me. ME!
I may have screwed up a bit but from that screw-up came a very crucial
opportunity to win his heart. His heart belongs to me, Lance McClain.
***** revealed secrets and emotions *****
"Okay, what's up? I'm not dumb, Lance. Don't tell me you have a crush on
Mr.Shirogane." Pidge says as we were in the middle of our tutoring session.
"What? No, no, no, no!" I say waving my hands around frantically. I could feel
myself gag just thinking about that because if anything he's like a father
figure to me.
"Then, is it Keith..." she says squinting her eyes through her circle-rimmed
glasses. She was also leaning a bit closer to me making me gulp nervously. How
is it that she can see right through me? Did I ask too many questions today?
Has this happened before?
"Um, I'm not answering that," I say looking anywhere but at her. It's like her
eyes see right through me and my lies. I don't like it, at all.
"Lance," She sighs, "You can tell me if you like Keith-"
"I don't like Keith! Okay? I don't, no way, uh uh." Now I'm just desperate for
her to stop. I've been embarrassed enough today as it is.
"Are you telling me, or yourself that?" Pidge was now on my last nerve. I
started off asking her a simple question, How long have you known Mr.Shirogane
and Keith. Then it developed into a conversation about them. I was just curious
that's all. Pidge brought up Keith and his obsession with Hippos. I don't know
how we started talking about that considering I'm not necessarily friends with
Keith. I would rather hear about this then actually tutoring.
"I'm telling you that I don't like him. I just want to be...friends with him."
I say crossing my arms and staring at the ceiling.
"Mhm, friends. Sure. Your not a bad looking guy, just a little bit tall and
scrawny."
"Wow, thanks for the ego booster." I huff looking at my long tanned arms, "What
does that have to do with anything though?"
"Mm, nothing you need to know just yet. You have a nice face, explaining your
popularity, your smart, which makes me wonder why your getting tutored, and
you've got some nice skin." She was rubbing her chin and I was seriously
confused. I blushed due to embarrassment and rubbed my arm.
"Like I said, I don't like Keith-"
"Shush, it's kind of obvious that you're interested in him. I could tell
because you couldn't stop smiling when I said he loved Hippos." She sighs
rolling her eyes, "I'm used to knowing when a guy likes another guy..." She
says trailing off her voice as if she's recalling a memory.
"Really? Why?" I say a little too enthusiastically, "I still don't like him
though." I add.
"Uh, well, Shiro and my brother are dating and you have the same glint in your
eyes that he would have whenever talking about Shiro. I won't tell Keith this
by the way." She says her fingers drumming on the table.
I feel my cheeks heat up at how easily she knew about my crush. Not even Hunk
knows, he has suspected something, but I convinced him that I don't like
anybody, "I seriously don't know what to say. Your the only person that knows
now I guess."
"It's fine, just tell me the real reason why your getting tutored. I can tell
that you know math, you don't have to keep faking anymore." She says now her
chin resting on the knuckle of her hand.
I take a deep breath. Am I seriously willing to tell her? Will it sound weird?
I mean we did just meet. I open my mouth but close it again shaking my head.
"Did you think you were going to get tutored by Keith?" She says making my
whole body freeze. What the fuck? How did she...what the hell? What is actually
going on today?
"Um, no?"
"I'll take that as a yes."
"Fuck."
~
Tutoring ended weirdly with us just talking back and forth about either Keith
or random stuff. She said that she wouldn't end my tutoring for my sake and
that, for me, she would tell me different things about Keith each session. I
don't know how I could thank him, it was too much.
I was laying in my bed listening to my parents yelling at each other about
nonsense when I thought about what Pidge said, I'm scrawny. I stood up and took
my shirt off. I am skinny but I'm toned. I feel my stomach, my arms, and then
my face staring at my own blue eyes.
I could feel all my negative thoughts running through my head again. You
worthless, pathetic, a stalker, a loser, weird, useless, replaceable, third
wheel, alone.
I could feel my throat getting clogged up, I couldn't breathe. I felt like I
was drowning, everybody looked my way but didn't see me. They couldn't see the
boy who was crying out for help. They couldn't see me no matter how much I
tried to scream.
I wrapped my arms around my torso my lips quivering as my knees go weak and I
fall. I tried to stop, I don't want to go back here, I don't want to feel weak
again.
A tear escapes my eye falling on my wood floor as I breathe quickly now
clutching my chest.
I hate my life. I could still hear my parents yelling and I just wanted them to
stop. I wanted everything to stop. I don't know how I let myself get so
careless today. He probably thinks I'm weird now. How do I even know I can
trust this girl. She could be telling Keith how weird I am.
I stand up shakily grabbing a blue hoodie from my desk wiping my face and
grabbing my earplugs and iPod. I open my door and walk downstairs to the
kitchen where my parents were currently fighting and opened the door leaving.
"Where do you think your going kid?" My dad yells opening the door after me.
"I'm going out for a walk." I snap as I keep walking my hand's fists but
covered by my hoodie pocket.
My dad grabs my arm turning me around, "Go in the house now."
"No." I hiss looking at him angrily and forcefully shoved my arm away from his
hand.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" He growls taking my arm harder this time
and turning me around.
"Leandro, stop! Just leave him alone." My mom says as she watches from the
doorway her eyes red.
"No, he needs to be disciplined. He thinks since he's a fucking teenager he can
do whatever shit he wants." He pushes me and I stumble back gasping a little. I
was just about done with this BS. My father's been a drunk ever since he lost
his job, he just hasn't been the same. He's never home and when he is he's
either fighting or drinking. I hate it!
"I just want to clear my head? Why can't I do that?" I yell running a hand
through my hair frustratedly.
"You don't need to. What you need to do is go back to your room and study."
"Tsk, whatever." I snap back and turn around to keep walking. Study. Study.
Study. That's all they ever tell me to do and I do it. I do everything they
want from me, yet they always want more.
"Fine, leave but don't expect any dinner for you tonight." He yells walking
back to the door and slamming it shut.
I start jogging and then from jogging I start running as I feel more tears
running down my face. I keep running even though my legs start burning.
Thoughts of how Keith talked to me today, how he laughed at me. The way he
twirled his hair, the way he acted so damn cute. Everything was clouding my
mind and I felt more confused than ever. Then there's Pidge who now knows my
crush. I don't even know her but she had a way of reading me, like if I lied to
her she would just know. As I kept running I didn't realize I there was a crack
in the sidewalk and I fall my head hitting the floor. After that everything
just blacked out and my last thought was of Keith.
I need you, Keith.
~~~
"Hey, are you okay?"
Somebody says but the person is too blurry to see.
"Your heads bleeding, shit."
I groan my head pulsating in pain. I'm so stupid, it must be late. I can't
believe I got hurt!
I feel myself lose consciousness again as I was getting lifted into the air.
I wake up later a wet cloth on my head as I moan in pain. I open my eyes and I
see a stranger looking at me. A pretty stranger. It was a girl and she was
gorgeous. Eh, not as beautiful as Keith though.
"Are you okay?" She says patting the cloth on my forehead, "I know I should
have called the ambulance, but I didn't know what to do."
I just close my eyes and breath in deeply, "It's fine. Fuck." I say groggily
and attempt to get up. I should be fine, right? Wrong. My head started to
pulsate more and I hiss going back to my original position.
"Woah, careful! Looks like it's going to hurt for a while. Good news though,
it's not a concussion." The lady says nicely, "Here take some Advil." She
smiles helping me lean against the headboard of the bed.
"You know, I'm actually a doctor in training. I wouldn't say I'm the best
though." She says motioning me to open my mouth as she put the pill in my mouth
and making me carefully sip the cup of water, "You fell in front of my house if
you're wondering how I found you. It's also 9:25, so you've been out for 30
minutes now."
"Okay, thanks." I smile resting again and closing my eyes. It's not like my
parents would be worried yet.
"The names Allura. You don't have to answer if your head hurts too much." She
says softly as she feels my hair and it actually felt really nice.
"I'm fine, just tired and the names Lance," I say looking at her and she smiles
even more.
"So, Lance how old are you?" She asks fluttering her eyelashes. I internally
sigh because of course, she probably has an interest in me.
"I'm 17, turning 18," I say awkwardly.
"Ahh, I'm 23, old huh." She pouts her accent really showing that she isn't
American.
"No, that's not old at all," I say shaking my head, but regret it because I
clutch my head tightly.
"Be careful!" She yells leaning way too close for comfort. Her breasts were
literally on my face if that's possible. I seriously hope this woman isn't some
prostitute.
"I think I should go." I chuckle nervously.
"No, no. Stay, I'm actually really lonely."
"Nope, I need to go," I say attempting to leave the bed.
"You're going to hurt yourself! Stay!" She yells pinning my arms down.
Fuck, this isn't good. I can't let her win. I know what she wants and I'm not
giving it to her. Maybe If I tell her I'm gay she'll leave me alone. It's not
necessarily the truth since I'm bisexual, but that doesn't really mean
anything.
"I'm gay!" I blurt out and she just stares at me blinking her eyes.
"Oh, really? That's great! I love gays!" She says clasping her hands and
finally letting my arms go and I sigh in relief. Maybe she's just very dense.
"Thanks for the Advil, and well all of this," I say forcing out a smile. My
head still hurts but the Advil was doing its job. I could feel myself already
feeling better, "I really should be going though."
"Are you sure? I mean, I'll drive you. You probably don't live far from here
anyway." She says unsure if she should take me home or not, "You should stay
for 10 more minutes at the least."
"Really, I'm fine. My parents are probably really worried." I sighed trying to
get out of the bed.
"Okay, okay. Just let me help you. I'll drive you." She says helping me out of
the bed. I could walk but It just felt like I had a major migraine and I had a
bandage on my head. I must have bled a little, good thing it isn't major. If
your head bleeds, isn't that like really bad though?
"Alright, I'll tell you where to drop me off then," I say let her help me stand
up. I could feel my head thumping so I hold the bed before I'm sure I can stand
properly. I was still trying to determine if I have a concussion or not in my
head.
"Alright, let's go." She smiles as we walk to her front door and then leave her
house going to her car. It was way darker than when I went out. I just hope my
parents don't yell at me even more.
I sit in the passenger seat telling which turns to make and soon I recognize my
street and I let her stop the car near my house but not in front of my house. I
don't want to risk my parents seeing me get out of a woman's car. That would be
mega awkward to explain. They'd probably assume I went out to have sex.
"Goodbye, Lance." She grins waving as I leave, "Be more careful running next
time, okay?"
"Trust me, I will." I smile waving back as I walk carefully back to my house,
"See ya."
I walk back to my house and see that the house is dark, no lights were on. That
meant they went to sleep. Knowing my father he most likely locked the door, but
my window is usually always unlocked so I went to the back of the house. As
usual, my window opened up and I quietly got inside my room.
I let myself fall on my bed and smile because at least I don't have school
tomorrow. However, I do have a party I'm attending too.
***** Getting closer *****
Chapter Notes
     Long chapter guys!!
The next day I woke up to my house completely empty. I expected at least one of
my parents to wake me up to scold me, but I guess I was wrong. As expected,
though, there was a note under my door giving me a list of chores.
I took a nice long shower to wake myself up and because of my huge migraine. I
was able to reflect upon my actions yesterday. Obviously, I wasn't thinking
straight and got in over my head which caused me to get hurt. I just needed
something anything to just make me relax, and usually, that would be by me
looking through pictures of Keith.
Some say that's weird but isn't it the same thing if a girl were to have a
whole bunch of pictures of Justin Beiber? I mean it's completely normal, just
in my case, I'm a guy who likes another guy, in my school, so I have a reason
to hide this. Right? The hoodie issue would have the same scenario. If a girl
was able to catch Justin Beibers sweaty shirt, they'd be doing the same thing!
After my shower, I went to my parent's room just to check if my phone was in
there and of course it was. They always put my phone either in their drawers or
someplace random in their room. You just have to really know how to look.
I had a text from Hunk and decided to call him because Shay's party is today
and Keith's going so I need a plan on how I'm going to successfully pull this
off.
"Hey bud, whats up?" Hunk says over the phone.
"I was just gonna ask what time are you picking me up and stuff?"
"Uh, late at nine maybe. What? Do you think your parents will catch you? Ah, do
they sleep late? I can pick you up later if you want." He says his voice
concerned.
"No, no. That's great. I'm really excited, I haven't been to a party in
forever." I reply with. I honestly could care less about parties, in reality, I
just want to see Keith. Maybe even try to talk to him. Who knew that hoodie
would bond us together.
"Definitely, and you know you can tell me why you want to go so badly. Is
something going on at home? Is it because of your...crush?" He whispers the
last part. I feel my face flush because he's always been slightly suspicious of
me. Okay, he may have seen a picture of Keith on my camera roll.
Okay, he's seen multiple but he saw them by accident!
"No! There is no crush and I genuinely want to go. I haven't done anything with
you lately, and Shay might take you away from me. I don't want that happening."
"Haha, if you say so. Well, I'll see you tonight. And I get that you have
strict parents man, it's alright. Your still my best friend, Shay can't change
that. See ya."
"See ya," I say with a smile on my face. He always knows what to say.
Later on in the day I cleaned the house and did my laundry. I made sure to do
everything on the list and I put my phone back because you could never be too
careful. My parents didn't come back until 12 and it was definitely very
awkward. They bought groceries and I helped put them away. The atmosphere was
thick in the room and I could tell my father wanted to say something but didn't
due to his stubbornness. I definitely got that from him.
As the day went on, I was bored out of my mind so I decided to throw a ball at
the wall. Before I could even catch the ball my door opened and there stood my
mother. She had her curly brown hair in a bun and looked extremely tired, and
stressed.
"Can I talk to you, hijo." My mother says standing beside my door. I could
definitely tell something was up. That tone was what she always used when she
was going to tell me bad news.
"Um, yea." I change my position on my bed and sit on the edge of it. I watched
as my bouncy ball rolls away under my cabinet and mentally yell because that
was going to be a pain to get back.
"I just wanted to tell you something that I have been wanting to tell you for
days. I know we have been...really tough on you lately and-"
"Mama, it's fine. I get it." I sigh looking away.
"No, it's not fine. Your father and I. We...We're getting a divorce." She says
closing her eyes and biting her lip.
Although I've been trying so hard to keep myself numb in my own household my
heart began to quicken and I looked at her dumbfounded. A divorce? I would have
never even thought of this happening and a part of me was actually glad this
was happening but would that mean that I'd have to choose? I'd obviously choose
my mother either way but she isn't the one that works all the time, unlike my
father. What if he keeps this house whilst my mother moves far away and then
I'd have to choose to stay or leave. I could have a fresh start, but then I
wouldn't see Keith again.
"A divorce? Ma, since when? I can't believe this." I say running a hand through
my hair and looking around my room.
"I just, I don't like the way he's been, how he's been treating you. And baby,
I know you're a smart boy, I know there's a good reason for that one class
and...and I didn't mean to be that hard on you. I don't care about your grades,
I care about your well being. I really don't love him anymore... So here, you
didn't deserve to get this taken away." She takes my phone out of her pocket
and hands it to me.
I stare at her not knowing what to say or do but she doesn't seem to mind, "I'm
making dinner, alright? You better eat it all your getting too skinny." She
smiles pinching my cheek and beginning to leave my room.
"Ma?" I say before she could leave.
"Yes?"
"I love you." I smile. I feel like I have new found appreciation and love for
my mom. I mean I've always known it was my father who's made this an unstable
family but I guess it makes sense that they are getting a divorce. He just
hasn't been the same ever since his mom died.
Time went quickly and soon it was time for dinner. My father wasn't home, which
wasn't a surprise at all, but for once I actually had a good and happy dinner
with my mom.
"Well, I'm going to bed early, your father won't be home until midnight, so
just make sure you go to sleep," she says kissing my forehead.
"Alright, goodnight. Love Ya." I say gathering our plates and putting them in
the sink. I checked the time and it was 9:05. That's enough time for me to get
ready for the party. Then I can finally see Keith.
However, getting ready party was harder than I thought. I had a variety of
outfits, from crop tops, booty shorts, too skinny jeans, and tight shirts. If
my parents were to find such skimpy clothing their sons closet I would have
most likely been kicked out. The only reason I have clothes like that is that I
bought them myself with some cash I saved up. They let me use the car and gave
me a curfew, so I hid the slutty clothes and showed them my more appropriate
clothing. I bought them because I liked it, but if I wear a crop top people
would automatically think I'm gay and it's not like I'm going to a strip club.
I'm also bisexual since I like both genders equally, so not just gay.
What if this is a more formal event and I go there with casual clothes?
I stare at myself from the mirror in the bathroom and rub the gel in my hands.
I then run my hands through my hair to slick my hair back. Escalating into what
I have been told is the "fuck boy" hairstyle but I've also been told that I
look good with it, so why not? The only problem was what to wear and I was now
deciding on wearing some skinny jeans with a casual buttoned-down blue shirt
under a white t-shirt. I'd keep the buttoned-down shirt open and bam! Perfect.
I change my clothes right away and put cologne. I straighten out my clothes now
staring at myself in a full-length mirror doing a few poses and giving myself a
pep talk making me almost not realize my phone was buzzing.
"Hey, dude. I'm here." Hunk says as I answer the call.
"Great, I'm on my way," I say keeping my voice low. The last thing I want is
for my mother to wake up.
As I left my room and made sure to make my bed seem like it has a body in it. I
turned off my light and quickly sneaked down the stairs going to the back door.
It makes less noise.
"Dude, I'm so glad your coming. The outfit looks really nice too. Gah, I'm so
excited!" Hunk says hugging me happily and I hug him back just as
enthusiastically.
"Yea, we're only young once," I say getting out of his bear hug. He smiles and
starts to drive off, "True."
Silence envelopes us in a relaxing way but I feel my throat itching to just say
something, "My parents are getting divorced you know." I blurt out quickly, "I
just needed to tell you, so sorry if that was so sudden."
"Woah, uh, are you serious?" He says his eyebrows scrunching together in a
worried way.
"Yea, but it's fine. It's actually good news."
"Good news? Is it seriously that bad? Man, I can't believe that's happening to
you. Last time I saw them they were great."
"Yea, well, they fight all the time and my dad is never home. My mom actually
told me today and even apologized for being so strict. I mean she can be just
as strict as my dad but I'd rather live with my mom." That is the truth, my dad
would probably be the one to become a drunk. Unlike my dad, my mom has always
been one to be understanding.
"I don't know what to say. Are you okay with everything? You can always call me
and I'll pick you up." He says his eyes looking at me every once and a while.
"Yea, I know. Everything's fine now. At least I've got my phone, hah." I say
grinning and he grins back.
"I just really want to see the old Lance. The happy, flirty, and energetic
Lance again." He says sadly.
Of course. That's what I want too. I want to be happy again, but how if my life
has become so dull.
"I know this is always a touchy subject but I only ever see the old you
whenever you're interacting with that Keith dude. I'm not implying that you
like him, I'm just saying... what is he to you? Even Kacey told me the same
thing."
"What? Even Kacey? Ugh, damn. Okay, so he's sort of maybe my...friend?"
"That sounded more like a question. So, I'm guessing you don't even know what
he is to you. I've heard some weird rumors about him though." Hunks says
stopping at a red light.
"Rumors? What kind of rumors? Tell me!" I say a bit too loudly and I clear my
throat rubbing my lips together in order to not let anything else come out of
my mouth.
"Well...I heard that he's gay."
Gay? Does that mean that God has given me a chance? He let me fall in love with
a guy whose sexual preference is with guys when I'm a guy myself. Could I call
this a coincidence, or fate, maybe even a miracle?
"Do you think it's real?" I say trying to keep my voice neutral and calm.
"Um, maybe? I don't have anything against that area and it's not even my
business. But that's not all man- oh wait we're here." Hunk says stopping the
car.
"What? You've got to tell me. Tell me before we go inside." I say getting out
of the car along with him. There's more? What more could there possibly be?
"I'll tell you later, trust me, but we're late so we've got to go in now." He
says going in front of the door. The house was fairly big and you could feel
the vibration of the music playing loudly inside the house. This also is a very
good location because there are not that many houses nearby.
The door swings open by a random girl holding a red cup, "More people! Come on
innnn, especially you hottie." She smirks looking at me up and down.
I causally smirk at her as she bites her lip closing the door behind us,
"Where're the drinks again?" I ask.
"In the back over there, sweetie." She winks walking away, her mini skirt not
leaving much to the imagination.
Hunk pats my back, "I see Shay. I'm going to surprise her that I'm here, you
want to come?"
"Nah, I'm going to get a drink real quick and then say happy birthday." I grin
walking along the side of him. Later, I'm going to make sure I found out what
the other rumor is from him. I seriously hate how Hunk didn't bring it up
earlier but I have to respect his decisions, even if it annoys me. Today is his
girlfriends special day after all.
"Alright, call me if anything. I'm leaving my phone on and yes I'll be your
designated driver."
I laugh at how he knows I'm most likely going to get drunk and watch as he
walks to his girlfriend. I scan who's around her to see if Keith's there, but
he wasn't, just disappointment.
I sigh annoyingly and continue to walk into a nice granite kitchen. Much better
than the kitchen in my house for sure. I grab a cold can of beer and open it
up. I quickly take a sip cringing from the sour yet familiar taste and take a
few more to get myself started.
The fact that I was here solely for the reason of seeing Keith almost crossed
my mind as impossible. Frankly, I don't even know if Keith wants to become my
friend. Yes, now I knows he's gay, which makes me have more of a chance, but it
is a rumor. I already know that Hunk has his suspicions of me liking Keith but
he would never lie and tell me something like that. It just makes me wonder
where he got that rumor because Keith is an outcast, he doesn't socialize very
much and if he does, that must mean something.
I lean against the wall watching everyone until I notice a group of girls
looking at me but once I look their way they look away. None of them being
Keith makes this all the more boring. Who knew how lame parties can be if that
one person you want to see isn't there.
"Uh, hello?" A small voice says. I look down to see a petite Korean looking
girl. She was pretty, very pretty. I'm not saying Koreans are my type because I
like any type of good-looking person with two legs, and just because I have all
eyes for Keith doesn't mean I can't still look around. She also reminded me of
Keith, she just doesn't have that manly, mysterious, and dangerous aura. She
also doesn't have his beautiful eyes, or lips, or well, everything. However,
she still has nice black neck lengthed hair, the same skin tone, and is well
Korean.
"I've had the longest crush on you for the longest time and I was wondering if
you'd like to dance with me?" She says all in one breath looking down her eyes
forced shut and her nervousness actually being very cute.
Being the flirt I am, I pat her head, "Yea, of course, I'll dance with you
cutie. Just saying now though, dancing is like a third language to me."
She giggles her cheeks pink and she shyly takes my hand leading me to the dance
floor. A small part of me could feel eyes on me, giving me the gut feeling to
stop. The gut feeling nobody ever listens to because they're not sure whether
they should listen to it or not. It's not the mind, the heart, your conscious
but that feeling of uncertainty. Asking you, should you do this?
Or, turn back, before you regret your decision.
Your only making your feelings for Keith seem like a joke.
You can't be dancing with girls who almost resemble him, it's wrong.
I ignore the feeling and let the beat of the music run through my body. Having
dancing lessons when I was younger seriously helped me in situations like these
because honey my hips don't lie.
Some Spanish music would be appreciated right about now but I could tell she
found my dancing attractive. So did a few people around me and I took their
attention as motivation to move my hips more.
The pair of eyes didn't go away though. It made me feel uncomfortable and I
would expect the song, "Dance for you" to work but it didn't and that was now
seriously bothering me. The next few songs past by quickly and soon I found the
shy girl attempting to grind up against me. That's when I knew it was time to
stop because I was nowhere near interested in doing anything with her.
"I need a drink. It's been fun." I say quickly and make my way around the crowd
to go back and get another can of beer and maybe take a couple of shots. When I
looked to my left the lingering eye I've been feeling on me disappears and I
see somebody going outside through the sliding door. It brought shivers to my
back but I ignored it. I figured a few shots could clear my head.
I then see Hunk and Shay and quickly take my shot and walk over to them feeling
myself starting to become drunk.
"Hey, Lance! I'm so glad your here!" Shay says hugging me with a big smile on
her face.
"Happy birthday Shay. This is a really cool party you've got here." I say
looking around at all the people dancing, making out, or being a loner.
"Ugh, well...It wasn't supposed to be like this. I didn't want there to be so
many people, and I did not want alcohol but my party spread around the whole
school and this happened."
"It's okay babe, I'll be sure to help you clean this mess up tomorrow," Hunk
says kissing her cheek and I felt a tinge of jealousy.
"Oh, and Keith's out in the backyard if you wanted to know." She smirks but it
falters because Hunk nudges her and she changes her expression into a small
smile, "Not that it matters of course."
I groan and eye Hunk suspiciously but he shrugs acting innocent, "Well, uh,
I'll go hang out with him for a while then, thanks." I smile nodding and
leaving. I take a long sip of the beer gulping it all down and throw it away in
the trash bag. I'm probably going to need a bunch more cans. I obviously am not
good at hiding my feelings and that really bothers me.
I head out in the back a bit curious as to who else is outside because the
person I felt was watching me also went outside. Kind of creepy. No, very
creepy.
I look around and see a pool and some people sitting on the edge of the pool
talking. There was also a few couple and some wallflowers. I felt out of place
and felt eyes on me. I put my hands in my pocket and look around for any sign
of Keith.
I casually search around and notice a blond eyeing me up and down but I look
away uninterested. I've already had enough with girls for a day.
I saw two people in a corner most likely smoking weed but none of them looked
like Keith and I was about to give up when I noticed a figure leaning against a
tree and I knew straight away it was him.
My heart was already pounding before I could even register that he's right
there looking as fine as ever. How is it that he can look perfect all the time?
But, what do I talk about? What do I say to him? Will it be weird?
Without realizing it I was unconsciously walking to him. I forced myself to
stop when I was standing so close to him but not close enough for him to
notice. This area he was in was very isolated and the music felt a little
mushed together now. It felt like a scene from a movie. Everything felt as if
it could be from some cliche romantic movie. However, I highly doubt you could
call this romantic.
"Keith, " I clear my throat. "Hey."
I saw his eyes open and he turned his head his gray eyes piercing into mine and
I could feel myself melt on the spot. He was so deathly gorgeous. I couldn't
really point out any emotion on his face, it was so emotionless.
"Shay said you were here, I just wanted to check up on you." I bite my lip
regretting everything that was coming out of my mouth. I could only hear the
sound of my heartbeat in my ears. It made me wonder if Keith could hear it too.
"Hey." He says, cooly. He looked away and for some reason, I could detect some
annoyance.
"Uhm, I mean if you wanted to be alone. I could leave. I don't want to bother
you or anything." I chuckle backing away.
"Nah, its fine." he says leaning his head back, "I don't normally come to
parties and now I'm remembering why."
"Why don't you like to go to parties?" I ask awkwardly sitting down next to him
crossing my legs. I'd need to reward myself for not getting too drunk yet. The
party has only just begun anyway.
"Everybody's just so loud." He groans turning his head over and looking at me.
I laugh a little looking down, "Oh, so why'd you come?"
Keith narrows his eyes, "Shay's my friend and why is that funny?"
I look up a bit surprised and smile, "I just think its funny how you don't like
parties because they're loud." More like its super cute.
"It's more because everybody has an excuse to get horny in front of everybody
and grind against strangers." He grumbles.
I blush because I technically grinded against a stranger, except I stopped it
and didn't enjoy it at all, "So have you drank yet?"
"I haven't but I think I'm going to go grab a drink soon." He says his eyes not
leaving mine.
"I'll go with you, I've had a couple of beers. I'm fine though." I say trying
to control my eyes from looking at his lips for too long.
It suddenly got quiet because Keith didn't answer and instead looked at the
sky. Is it just me who's feeling extremely awkward? I don't know if he's
avoiding the topic of me taking his hoodie or that mini bonding moment we had
at gym class, but for some reason, I felt such a huge urge to bring it up
myself.
"So, about the hoodie incident.."
"What? Do you want another hoodie?" He says looking at me again but with a
miniature grin making my heart skip a beat. His smile is always the best. It
really does hurt my heart though.
"N-no! I'm just sorry if it seemed weird o-or made you feel uncomfortable in
any way-"
"It's fine, it's not a big deal...Anyway, we should get those drinks now," he
adverting his eyes from mine and standing up. I stand up with him and quickly
check him out. He was also wearing skinny jeans except he was wearing all
black. He did have a red dog tag on adding some color.
"What does that say?" I ask seeing writing on the dog tag.
Before I could stop myself my hand skims over his chest my fingers softly
taking the dog tag and examining it. I couldn't read anything because it was in
a different language.
I try to ignore how close we are and how Keith doesn't answer for a couple of
seconds so I look up at him.
I also could feel that the hand that's currently making contact with his body
feels like it's burning.
"It's a secret." He says and then keeps walking. I stand there for a while and
stare at his back my arm now back resting at my side. Now I need to know, damn
it!
"You coming?" He asks turning his head around.
"Oh, yea, sorry," I say and jog up next to him getting so close that our
shoulders brush against brush against each other. I could then really smell
Keith's familiar scent. I began to wonder how he would react if he knew I got
off to his scent. I still have no regrets about what I did. It was all worth
it.
We finally walk into the party, more people making out and dancing with each
other. I couldn't deny the thought lingering in my head if Keith were to get
drunk enough to dance with me, and possibly grind on me. I know he's said so
himself, he finds horny teenagers who grind and makeout annoying but that's
only because he probably hasn't experienced it himself.
Keith pours some drink into a red cup and I give him my cup letting him pour
the same drink. I take a sip and immediately cough, "Oh, damn that's strong." I
say scrunching my face.
Keith lets out a snort and drinks from the cup too but doesn't have the same
reaction, "I guess you can say I'm used to alcohol. What about you?"
"I barely ever drink alcohol, but I don't get tipsy very often." I shrug taking
another small sip. Keiths leads us to a corner and we just lean against the
wall there, "So, you drink often?"
"I guess, I'm really used to it now."
"How long have you been drinking alcohol?" I say taking another sip and forcing
it down so I can get used to how strong it is.
"About 3 years now." He shrugs taking a long sip and acting so natural. It was
so god damn sexy and cool. Lance didn't know Keith was also a badass.
Before I could answer a familiar voice calls our names and I look over to see
Kacey waving her hand.
"Hey, you two." She smiles.
"Hey, Kacey." I smile and Keith just nods his head looking at her.
"I just came here to like to tell you we're, hic, that we're, hic, playing
truth or drink." She says obviously very drunk.
"I'll pass," Keith says automatically.
"Cooommmee onnnn, hic, party pooper! Play with uuusss." She whines stomping,
"What about you Laaance?"
"Uh..." I look at Keith and he's looking at the floor. I wonder what's going on
in his head. I really want to play the game only if Keith does. I would really
want to see what he has to say, "Keith, we should do it." I say giving him a
smile to say it will be fun.
"You can do it, Lance, I'm not stopping you. I'm just not going to play a game
where people ask personal questions and the two options are to get more drunk
or spill new juicy gossip." He says taking a gulp of his drink and damn did he
make it look hot.
"Look, if you do it I'll do your Spanish homework for the next two months," I
say trying to convince him to play the game with us.
"Are you assuming I can't do my own Spanish homework?" He says narrowing his
eyes at me once again.
"No! No, I'm just saying I'll do whatever you want if you play the game. It'll
be so much more fun with you in it."
Keith looks down most likely thinking about what he's going to do, "Make it
until the next trimester and you've got a deal." He grumbles rolling his eyes
blushing a little.
I smile and look at Kacey, "We'll play."
"Yes! Ah, I knew it! Let's go friends!" She giggles practically jumping away.
I automatically take Keith's arm and pull him with me as I laugh happily,
"We're going to have so much fun, Keith!"
"Doubt it," he mumbles to himself but I hear it and laugh harder.
We go down the stairs and it was great because there was only a chosen amount
of people here, including Shay, Hunk, Nyma, Rolo, and few other people that are
most likely Shay's closest friends.
"Lance, Keith! Your here, now we can finally start." Shay says as everybody
turns their heads to us. That Nyma girl was here which was a surprise because I
never really got to know her, I just think she likes me.
"I thought you said you didn't want alcohol?" I smirk sitting down on the floor
as Keith sits down next to me. I could feel my stomach fluttering at how Keith
and I were sticking together, just us two.
"Well, Rolo convinced me. He said I needed to loosen up. So, why not make it
fun and with all my friends, and boyfriend." She giggles kissing my best
friends nose.
"Guess we're going to need a new designated driver." I laugh looking at Hunk
and he laughs along with me.
"Let's get this party started." Some girl I don't know yells and begins to hand
out red cups filled with a very strong alcohol. You could tell just by smelling
it we were going to get drunk fast.
Things are about to get wild.
***** Its a secret... *****
Chapter Summary
     Lance and Keith play some games but things go to far. Can they really
     just have a friendship when they both have their own secrets. Whats
     Keith secret? Is Lance really the stalker?
Chapter Notes
     Just a chapter of a normal high school underage drinking party. If
     you don't find drinking or games that involve kissing or games
     involving dirty questions I advice you to read at your own risk. :
     ) I’m also really proud of this chapter. I think it’s pretty good
     haha.
"Alright, so who's going first?" Kacey asks swirling her cup around.
"I'll go first!" The unknown girl says raising her cup and giggling, "I'll ask
the question to somebody."
I can't even imagine how these people are going to be once this game is over
because half of them are already drunk. I just hope nobody gives me questions
that would make me seem weird or suspicious.
"Shay! I choose you!" The girl smirks pointing at Shay with her cup animatedly.
She's definitely a lightweight kind of person.
I look over at Keith who's staring at the two girls no emotion apparent on his
face as always. He then turned his head to look at me and I gave him a smile
and surprisingly he gave one back.
"You know I'm going to make you do something else for me right?" He says still
looking at me with his mesmerizing eyes.
"I figured."
"I can do my own Spanish work perfectly fine."
"Eh, are you so sure about that?" I tease.
"Shut up, I can. But just so you know I don't normally do this stuff, but since
you asked and said you'd do anything..." his voice drifts and I can tell he's
playing with me right now. Does he know he's also playing with my feelings?
"I never said I'd do anything Keithy boy. Where did you hear that?"
"I could leave now if that's the case-" He smirks obviously amused at how he's
using me in a way. That devious little asshole, he's lucky I like him.
"Nope, I'll do anything you want. I'm at your service for the next few weeks,
Mullet."
Before Keith could give a sassy remark the first question gets asked for Shay,
"I ain't gonna make this easy my innocent little Shay. Now tell me, What's the
farthest you've gone with your significant other? Truth or drink, girl."
Shay blushes and everybody listens and watches carefully to see what she's
going to do. I know Hunk and Shay aren't very physical , it's just kissing
because if there's one thing I know about my best friend is that he isn't a
horny animal like the rest of us.
"U-uh, just making out..." she mumbles.
Some people gasp and the girl just laughs out loud, "Awe, you innocent little
lamb."
Shay just covers her face with Hunk's chest embarrassed.
"Hm, I wonder how far you've gone, Keithy," I smirk looking at him.
"Leave the questions for the game, Lancey," He retorts looking at me with the
same amount of playfulness. My heart was going berserk at how easily he's
talking to me like this. Could he like me? No, that's impossible, he hardly
knows me. I'm guessing it's because he wants to get to know me better.
"Hunk, I'm going to choose you for now," Shay says as Hunk nods his cheeks also
rosy.
"Okay, um, so have you ever walked in on your parents, doing it?" She says her
cheeks getting darker from just saying that. You could tell she still was
innocent by how she said, 'doing it'.
"Nope, never. If I did though, that would be weird."
One of the guys who I still don't know yells raising his drink, "Ugh, I want to
see some people drinking, who's with me!" Most of the people agree with him and
I do the same.
I want to see some suffering and drama. Drama is always the best.
"Ugh, why am I here." Keith says and I just laugh bumping his shoulder as he
rolls his eyes at me. Just then the door bursts open and a familiar shorty
comes in leaving me shocked and confused, "I'm here motherfuckers"
Shay raises her head and sees Pidge skipping over to her excitedly, "Pidge,
you're here!"
"Yes, and I'm late. Sorry." She says sitting down, "And hey Keith...and Lance."
I saw a little smirk form on her lips. I gulped nervously and peaked at Keith
but he just gave a small smile waving.
"Aren't you like 15? Should you actually be playing?" I say squinting my eyes.
Who in their right mind even brought her here? When I was 15 I was always
cooped up in my house doing all sorts of random stuff. Parties were a no no.
"I'm not a kid, Lance. Besides, there's no way I'm gonna miss this." She
smirks, even more, looking at Keith and me specifically. There is seriously
something wrong with this child.
"Alright let's keep playing. It's my turn right now, and I think I'll
choose...Lance!" Hunk says looking at me. I mentally try to get myself prepared
for this question but I know it won't be so bad, I mean its Hunk.
"Nothing you say will probably make me drink, so give it your best shot bud." I
grin urging him on. I may be acting a bit arrogant but I will answer anything
unless it involves...Keith.
"Okay then answer this, Is it true you dressed up as a Disney princess for
Halloween in 4th grade?"
I freeze sighing, "Yes, yes I did. I dressed up as Bell because I thought she
was amazing! Now, can we please move on..." I blush embarrassed that Hunk made
me tell everyone about my humiliating self in 4th grade.
I looked at Keith and he was laughing, "Are you serious? That's an oddly not
straight thing to do."
"Well, who said I was straight?" I say back making him shut up immediately.
"Rolo! Tell us all the people in this room that'd you'd sleep with. Make sure
you give us names." I snicker giving Rolo a quick question.
Instead of Rolo answering though he drinks from the cup and everybody whoops,
"Ah, now I'm curious as to who'd you hook up with." I groan bothering him a
little.
I see Rolo's face get red but also notice that he's eyeing a certain somebody
next to me. I try not come to a conclusion that he too would want to bang
Keith. That would only make him an enemy because Keith is mine. Even if he
doesn't know it yet.
The game goes on and two other people come down to play and the more people go
the closer it gets to Pidge getting called. Keith got picked but it was some
lame ass question that was easy to answer. I could tell he was getting bored
but soon I started paying attention because a certain tiny gremlin got picked
on and soon it was her turn to choose.
"Lannnceee, ha. You knew I was going to pick you so I'm going to make this
quick." She pushes up her glasses and I gulp, "Whats the last thing you
masturbated too?"
I froze thinking back to how I touched myself to Keith's hoodie. If I were to
say a hoodie that would give it away easily unless Keith's that dense. I could
feel everyone's eyes as I put my hand on the red cup, "Gah, damn it Pidge!" I
drank the cup and put it down, "You gremlin."
I turn my head to look at Keith and find he's looking at me but looks away once
I look at him. I wonder what was going through his mind...
I call on some person and as the game goes more people drink as the questions
get harder. Some people even leave because they were too drunk and needed fresh
air. Soon it was just Pidge, Keith, Rolo, Nyma, Kacey, a girl named Sabrina and
me. Shay and Hunk left claiming they needed to keep watch over the house just
in case somebody breaks something.
"Keith, I've got the perfect question for you!" Pidge devilishly grins, "
What's your kink?"
"My kink?" He asks tilting his head to the side.
"You know like something you do during sex like roleplay, or getting slapped,
stuff like that. It's supposed to get you excited." She says as if it's
completely normal.
Keith blushes and I find myself blushing as well. Will he answer or drink?
"I think roleplaying sounds nice, I guess." he shrugs blushing furiously.
"You hear that Lance, he likes to roleplay," Pidge says obviously trying to
bother me and hell it was working because god damn I'd roleplay with him any
day.
"Rolo, whats your most outragest sexual fantasy?" Keith asks and I was actually
surprised by his question along with Rolo. I just wish he'd ask me, not that
guy.
"Having sex with a guy. Just to experiment." He says eyeing Keith like he's
candy and I did not like that.
"Nyma, out of all of us who would you have sex with?" He asks and she blushes.
"Uhm...Lance." She says looking at me.
I couldn't even reply back before Pidge sighs loudly, "I think it's time we
play something else. Spin the bottle!"
"Do we even have a bottle?" Sabrina asks looking around.
"I've got one right here," Pidge says putting it in the middle of everybody.
"I did not agree to this," Keith says almost standing up but I grab his arm
quickly.
"Please?" I asked staring at him with my puppy eyes.
"Fine." He grumbles relaxing but his eyes were clouded with something
unreadable.
"Okay, I'll spin it first!" Kacey giggles and so she does and as it spins and
the slower it gets the more I hope it doesn't land on me.
When it finishes spinning it actually points at Nyma and they both shrug acting
all fidgety.
"Ohh, girl and girl, this oughtta be sexy," Rolo smirks watching in
anticipation.
The two girl scrawl to each other and hesitantly move their head closer. It
actually was kind of hot but weird at the same time.
They started to kiss and they even began to french kiss. Somebody dog-whistled
and they both stopped breathlessly their cheeks pink and their lips swollen.
I'd be sure to bother Kacey about this once I see her at school. I've had my
suspicions that she likes girls and maybe this just cleared it up.
"I'm literally going to puke." Pidge mumbles covering her mouth.
"I mean you're the one who started this." I laughed shaking my head at the
gremlin.
"Oh, shut up lover boy." She snaps crossing her arms.
Rolo decided to spin the bottle and it lands on...wait for it..
Pidge.
"Oh my fucking god no, only one small peck got it?" She scowls not even
attempting to move, "And it has to be on the cheek."
Rolo sighs and does as she says obviously annoyed that the bottle spun to the
only 15-year-old in the room. Not to mention she didn't look girly what so
ever. Pidge pushes him away once he's done and breathes in and out, "Lance,
your turn, go."
I stared at the bottle and sighed, "Alright."
I spin it and watch it spin and spin. Hoping it'll Spin on Keith. Just watch it
point at him.
And fate really was on my side, a little because it pointed to the middle of
Keith and that girl Sabrina. It was right in the middle of two people so
technically I'd have to spin again right?
"Oh, I-I'll spin again-" I say about to spin the bottle again.
"Nope, pick." Pidge says stopping me.
"You want me to pick between Keith and Sabrina?" I ask looking at the two.
"No, he can spin again it's fine." Keith mumbles looking away.
"Cut the bullshit and pick somebody. It's not hard, the girl or the boy Lance.
I'm sure you wouldn't mind either of them anyway." She smirks making want to
strangle her once again.
"F-fine." I sighed running a hand through my gelled hair. I start remembering
that time at the gym when my face and Keiths were so close. I thought I
wouldn't be able to see his face up close like that ever again, but I guess I
was wrong.
I slide over to face both of them purposely getting closer to Sabrina and
eyeing both of them as if I don't know who I'm picking. I sure as hell already
know who I'm choosing.
I then let my eyes stare down Keith and shift my body to him. Everybody starts
to freak out and I even hear a camera snap.
"Keith?" I whisper as he stares back at me his cheeks as red as roses. So
cute...
"Lance... why me?" He mumbles his voice a bit shaky making me smile because I
was shaking as well. We're both nervous and that's a good thing.
"Shh..." I hush him and lean my head close to his. My body has been aching for
some physical contact for such a long time making me put a hand on his cheek
and tilt my head sideways. I felt him do the same and a small smile crept up on
my lips.
Unable to wait any longer I softly peck his lips closing my eyes. Thinking that
would be it, I open them only to get a view of his face so close to mine. Then
a pair of lips were back on my own and it wasn't me who did it, it was him. It
was Keith who did it.
He kissed me again and there was no way I'd refuse the offer. I even kissed him
back harder, his arms wrapping around my neck. I did the same with wrapping
mine around his waist. My heart was drumming against my chest, my mind was
clouded with no sense of reality. I was in over my head abusing the power of
the game because in the end this would just be a forced kiss.
My lips felt drawn to his. I even stepped it up further letting our tongues
dance and fight for dominance. All my feelings were going into this one kiss,
and whether or not were drunk or not I'd definitely remember this.
"Uh, guys...this is hot and all, but we've gotta keep playing. If you want
there are spare rooms upstairs." Pidge says amusement apparent in her tone
making me come back to reality.
I open my eyes to see Keith staring at me except with a look of shock,
"I...I've got to go. I can't...I can't do this."
"What? Keith? Wait, don't go!" Why is he leaving? We just made out a little, no
big deal....
Actually it is a big deal. A very big deal that I can't seem to grasp yet
because I chose him. I could've kissed Sabrina but I chose Keith, why? Because
I fucking love him.
"Go after him Lance." Pidge yells and I nod.
"Keith, Don't leave, wait!" I run up to him and pull his arm around.
"You heard...haven't you." I murmured turning around to look at me.
"Heard what?" I say grabbing a hold of his shoulders.
"That I'm....gay." He hisses as if it's a curse. His face was red and his lips
were as well, and I couldn't deny that proud feeling bubbling in my stomach
that I caused his lips to look that way.
"I don't care about that." I smile trying to read his eyes, "Why? do you think
that's why I kissed you?"
"Look, I don't need anybody 'experimenting' with me to find out what their
sexuality is. Not you, not anybody." He snaps most likely referring to what
Rolo said. Which must mean he noticed Rolo hitting on him from afar.
"Well good thing I'm not." I grin trying to make the situation much lighter
then it is right now.
"Trust me Lance, if you really knew me you'd stay far away from me." Keith says
trying to back away.
"I highly doubt that. I really enjoy your company."
"I'm different from other." He mumbles.
"Everybody had something that makes them different."
"Yea well, mine isn't normal."
"I don't go for normal."
"If you found out the real me, that'd change right away." He whispers glaring
into my eyes.
I huff and let my arms go back to my side feeling irritation, "Fine, then. What
are you hiding that's so abnormal Keith?"
"I'm not telling you." He starts to turn around to walk away but I grab his
shoulder.
"Please, I just want us to be friends. I really admire you." I say desperately.
"I don't think we can just be friends Lance." Keith says almost frowning.
"Why not?" I freeze feeling my voice crack.
"Well, Its a secret." He says before walking away.
***** FInding out a secret...or is it really the secret *****
Chapter Summary
     Just a very stressful Sunday for Lancey :(
'It's a secret.'
Those words say repeating and repeating over again with Keith's deep masculine
voice. The more I drank the more his words faded away which was just what I
needed to clear my thoughts and forget that I ruined my chance to get close to
him. I let my thoughts, my fantasies get in the way of our forming friendship.
I was the one who ruined it, and it ended with more curiosity. He has secrets
too, but only I know that he has secrets. Unless it's the secret Hunk claims
he's heard. It's saddening though that Keith must think I'm normal when I'm
possibly just as fucked up as he is.
I finished my round of shots and felt my head spinning around. I currently had
my arms around three different girls whom I haven't seen in my life. I couldn't
even register what I was going to say before saying it, so I was practically
spilling every pathetic pickup line I had memorized. I was completely wasted
and doing things arrogantly, yet I didn't give a damn.
So much time passed and the number of drinks was unknown to me. All that
mattered was that the more shots I took the more I felt numb from my feelings.
The more I flirted with slutty girls who had no sense of personal space and
privacy, the more I felt a sense of control over my life.
Later on, I felt my stomach stir uncomfortably and I quickly ran to the closest
thing available to throw up in and that was in a trash bag. I could feel some
people looking at me with judging eyes but I didn't care.
"Fuuuck." I groan rubbing my forehead my head pulsating.
"Are you okay Lance?" I random girl asks but I don't know who it is.
"My head hurts. I need to go." I mumble my mouth tasting disgusting. I hate
throwing up because I always feel awful after. I even threw up in front of
everybody so that's great, "What time is it?"
"Its like, two in the morning." She says her hand rubbing my arm, "I could take
you to myyyy place if you want." She purrs her voice so high that it hurts my
ears.
"Nah, I'm going to call Hunk," I say rubbing my eyes. I may be drunk but it's
obvious what this girl wants. I ain't going to be her fuck of the day.
"He's probably just as drunk. Come on trust meee..." She giggles her finger
running circles on my skin.
"Wait, your that girl who opened the door for us," I say finally putting the
pieces together because she looked and sounded familiar.
"Wow, I'm glad you noticed now, hehe." She giggles her noise giving me even
more of a headache if that was even possible, "Now will you come with me?"
"I just...I need some water, please?" I say using my pretty face as an
advantage.
"Okay, as long as you come home with me, hottie." She says kissing my forehead,
"Stay there, okay?"
Damn, I threw up, shouldn't she be grossed out? I seriously don't get girls
sometimes.
I stand up and begin to go somewhere secluded to call my best friend. My legs
could barely support me so I had to rely on leaning on things so I could stand
properly. It was hard to find a place where she wouldn't see me but I managed
to find a corner.
I called Hunk and it buzzed until he picked it, "Hey, you ready to go bud?"
"Please! I need to get out of here.." I say desperately.
"Woah, are you okay? I'm on my way, where are you?!" he says worriedly.
"You know besides making regretful decisions, I'm fine," I say chuckling at my
own words, "And I threw up."
"Okay, where are you? Wait...I think I see you, you weren't even that far. But,
damn, you look fucked up." He says through the phone.
"Thanks." I sigh my energy depriving at a fast rate.
"I leave you alone for a couple of hours and this is what happens." He says
through the phone almost acting as if he's my father. My father wouldn't be as
understanding though, he's an angry prick.
I see Hunk walking to me and I smile sadly my feelings catching on since now
that my best friend is here I feel comfortable enough to spill out my problems,
"My heart hurts." I say as he helps me walk, "You missed all the juicy gossip,
Hunk."
"You can tell me all of that when your feeling better." He says looking at me
worriedly.
"I messed everything up...You don't understand." I say my voice soft and
breathy.
"It's okay," he says reassuringly.
"I really like him...but I ruined everything..." I say feeling my emotions
jumbling together as I felt the warmth of my best friend helping me out of the
house.
"I know and Keith probably just needs time," Hunk says opening the door
outside.
"But...I shouldn't have kissed him. I shouldn't have chosen him. I knew it was
too early...I..." I hiccup as I feel my throat hurting and my stomach aching.
"Woah, uh, just calm down the car is right there." He says rubbing my back.
"I shouldn't have made you leave Shay. It's her birthday, I ruined it for you
didn't I...I'm so sorry, man. I'm sorry." I feel my throat clogging up and my
eyes starting to get blurring as water starts to appear, "A-and now you have to
drive me home. I'm such a f-fucking burden to you."
"No, it's fine. I was going to leave either way." Hunk says fixing me because I
was starting to slump over and my legs were giving up on me. I was emotionally
drained and I guess loving somebody for so many years and getting rejected
really does a toll on you, "And I'm hardly not as drunk as you are."
"I know your lying...Stop lying. I can't take anymore lies and secrets!
Definitely, s-secrets, 'cuz Keith has secrets." I pause for a second before
sobbing again, "Keith. Fuck. I... I love him. God, I love him so much Hunk! I
can't hold it in anymore. I need to tell him!" I try to force my way out of
Hunk's grip stubbornly but only cause myself to fall on my knees.
"H-how will I be able to look at him without remembering what he told me? That
we can't be friends. T-that he's the fucked up one when really I am!" I put my
hands on my face the tears flowing down my face as I sob in my hands.
"Lance..." Hunk says leaning down to look at me, "I'm sure you're
misinterpreting what he said. Maybe...maybe you're overreacting."
"Like hell would you know! You don't know what he said!" I yell snot and tears
running down my sobbing getting louder. My lips were quivering and I tried
taking a deep breath, although it only resulted in me crying harder.
"I'm only trying to help, don't put all your anger on me..." Hunk says looking
a little offended.
"I'm sorry....I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." I say over and over again rocking back
and forth my breath quickening while I hiccupped in an uneven pattern, "My...my
parents are getting divorced, I'd get kicked out by both if they knew I was
bisexual, the guy I like rejected me, I'm depressed, and I've got a-anxiety." I
ramble listing all the things wrong with me. Blurting out my secrets and my
problems.
Hunk pauses before speaking knowing his best friend needs help because his best
friend was suffering,"You need rest. You aren't thinking straight. Come on,
buddy." he says helping me up again.
"I'm sorry, I really am," I mumble hiccupping and my eyes drooping. I went from
100 to 0 in a winning record of time.
Next thing I know I'm being pushed into his car and falling asleep on the seat.
Who knew I'd screw everything up for myself in one party because of my damn
emotions. I guess it makes sense since I'm emotionally unstable. I should have
known better than to drink so much.
Hunk drives me to my house and I hear him curse to himself, "Lance, you need to
wake up. I can't sneak you into the house all by myself."
"Mmm." I moan tiredly moving my head.
"Come on....please."
"Noooo..." I whine trying to swat him away.
"Fine...we'll do this the hard way..." He sighs, "I guess I'll have no choice
but to wake up your parents..."
My head shoots up and I try to conjure up my most deadly glare but it only
results in a pout, "Okay, okay..."
Hunk helps me out of the car and I lead him to the back of the house and to my
window. It's a little high so he reaches it and opens it as quietly as he can,
"Hey, make sure you take some Advil when you wake up. You're going to feel like
hell."
"I'm going to feel like hell either way," I muttered frowning and attempting to
go inside by myself but Hunk immediately helps me inside flinching when the
sound of my shoes hitting the floor makes a loud noise. It wasn't loud enough
to wake up my parents though.
"Hey, just do me a favor and relax. Give Keith time, I'm sure everything will
work out in the end." Hunk says before moving away and beginning to slide down
the window slowly.
"Alright, I'll try," I whisper smiling as best as I could.
As soon as Hunk leaves I collapse on my bed and it was all lights out.
~~~
"Aw, fuck my life." I groan waking up with an amazing headache. To top it off I
still had a bruise on my head from my epic fall a few days ago. Checking the
time it was only 10:25 in the morning. I was surprised that my parents hadn't
woken me up yet. They usually make sure I wake up early so I can make some
breakfast and clean unless they are going somewhere and they don't want to wake
up a grumpy teenager.
I get up from my bed and events from yesterday start overflowing my mind. I put
my hands on my face and groan, "Damn it, damn it! Fuck my shitty life!" As much
as yelling didn't help my head began to hurt even more and the pain only became
more unbearable, "Shit!" I cursed spitting out every curse word that crosses my
mind.
I wasn't only cursing like a psycho because my head hurt but because of my
stupid actions at the party yesterday. I've trained myself to always control my
feelings even when I'm drunk and look where it got me. The one chance I had and
I ruined it. I hardly remember what Keith said but I know that he has a secret
he isn't willing to share. Okay, I already know he's gay and I think he cleared
that up for me but Hunk did tell me there was another rumor. Maybe that rumor
could be what Keith isn't willing to tell me.
Then all of a sudden my door bursts open, "Whats wrong? Are you hurt--Ay,
mijo...You look horrible..." My mother says as she opens my door and walks to
me.
"Glad you noticed," I mumble my heart beating fast because she could probably
notice the smell of alcohol on me.
"Did you get any sleep? Did you take a shower?" She says scrunching her face.
"I barely got sleep, I'm fine mama. Just please, I need to be alone." In sigh
trying my best to seem innocent and okay. She can tell a lie from miles away
and she hates when you lie to her, so this may be tricky. Lucky for her I know
how to lie, mainly because I used her as a way to practice.
"Well, if you weren't yelling like a crazy man I wouldn't be in here. You sound
like your father, you know that? I don't even want to compare you to him, but I
seriously thought it was him. Now, do me a favor and bañarse, I'm going to
faint just by smelling you." She says pinching her nose.
"Mama, please, yo Tengo dolor de Cabeza," I whine falling back on my bed and
covering my face. Her loud voice was just making me feel worse. I know she was
trying to help and all, but right now all I wanted was to be left alone and
sulk in my own self-pity.
"Fine, take a shower and I'll prepare you some food. Your father was supposed
to be making food, but I don't know where he is." She grumbles making her way
to my door, "Don't forget to brush your teeth too." She says before slamming my
door shut.
I groan rolling around trying not to add to my list of problems. I shouldn't
care if my father is out, he's probably cheating on my mom. But, who would even
want to do anything with my dad considering he's old and fat?
I stand up leaning on my bed for a good few seconds so I don't fall and then
continue wobbling to my cabinet to grab some clean clothes. Then a thought
crossed my head felt since I felt so calm at the moment.
I kissed Keith. Either way, I kissed Keith fucking Kogane. If Keith ends up
ignoring me, at least I'll have the memory of us...unless...
I turn on my phone my fingers moving fast and going onto Instagram and finding
Shay's account giving me the hashtag to her party. I press on the hashtag and
as expected loads of pictures appear. I begin scrolling down until my fingers
stop because as expected, it was there. A video of the kiss. Our kiss posted by
the gremlin herself.
"God damn, I didn't know we would make it look so hot," I mumble watching every
second and absorbing it into my mind. I press the comments after seeing that
there was a whole bunch. The video itself was already getting so many views,
it's like Pidge knew this would happen. I've only just met her and I already
regret telling her anything, however, if I never met her she would have never
done that. But then if I never met her Keith and I could probably still be
gaining a friendship.
The comments were oddly intriguing, some people were downright creepy, but some
were really nice. Most of them were just comments about how shocked they were
of me kissing a guy. They probably don't even know we were playing spin the
bottle.
I stop reading comments and go back to the video watching it over and over
again. I stop once I realize that my body is enjoying the video a little too
much. I'd rather save that for the shower.
With that thought in mind, I took a nice steamy shower convincing myself that
everything would be okay and that I should freak out tomorrow when I actually
have to face Keith in Spanish...and Gym.
~~~
Once the morning is over and I finish breakfast with my mom she starts to
discuss the divorce and how it's all going to work out. I could tell my mother
was a little nervous about everything but I helped calm her down. She already
told my brother and sister about the plans and they said they'd come, but my
mother insisted that it wasn't necessary.
My mother then went out to work telling me to call her if anything comes up. I
was finally left alone in the house until the sound of my phone ringing gained
my attention.
"Hello?" I say knowing it was Hunk through the contact picture.
"Dude, are you feeling better?" He says quickly.
"Yea, why?" I say slowly.
"Okay good, because I just wanted to say that there's a video of you and Keith
making out. I don't know if you haven't seen it, but come on, if you seriously
still think Keith doesn't like you, think again. The video just proves he liked
you!" He yells as I have to put the phone away from my ear a little bit.
"Yea, I saw it. That little gremlin took it. But before we discuss anything
else, can you please tell me that other rumor you've heard about him? Please?"
I beg my body practically aching to know.
"Gremlin? Nevermind, uh, yea about that rumor...not sure if it's good or bad
but, I also heard that not only is Keith gay but he's a gay hooker!"
"Unbelievable. That's what you wanted to tell me." I gawk letting the back of
my head leaning against the couch.
"Yea, he even cosplays as a girl..." Hunk says with a very serious voice.
Before I could even answer him he starts laughing, "I'm just kidding, just
kidding. I bet you would have loved that though."
"Pfft, I would have not! Rude! Now tell me before I hang up on you!" I huff
rolling my eyes very annoyed at my best friend. I just want to know, is it that
juicy to not tell me right away?
"Okay, um, well, I heard.."
"Just spit it out!"
"I heard from somebody that Keith...he might be leaving high school. Like he
wants to drop out. I didn't want to tell you because well, I knew it would hurt
you."
My heart stops. Keith, wants to leave high school? Does he want to leave his
future behind, to what, become a janitor in the long run?
"No, I've got to...I've got to stop this." I whisper gripping my head with my
free hand, "Hunk, your lying. It's just a rumor, right? It's not true!"
"I wish I could say it wasn't true. I don't think it's a rumor anymore."
At that, my breath seems to stop working. I try breathing in and out to calm
myself down, to make myself feel so much calmer. But why do situations like
this always have to pop up? Why does my life have to be so fucked up when I've
done nothing wrong. I feel myself hyperventilating, all my memories of silently
watching over Keith, admiring him, and seeing him grow into the beautiful man
he is today was nothing but a waste of my time.
How could he want to leave when he's so smart when he has so much potential?
How can he not see it?
"Hey, Lance...please. Calm down.." Hunk says through the phone.
"I can't...I can't..." I said trying my best to speak when all I could feel was
my throat clogging up as I forced back my tears.
"Listen to me, we don't know for sure yet, there's still time to stop this-"
I ended the call.
"Keith...Keith...Keith..." I sob whispering his name over and over again as I
curl up into a ball. I guess I'll just forever be his stalker if he really does
end up leaving.
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