Write on Me -Klance soulmate au

~Chapter 7~

Lance

As the teacher warned us about the upcoming bell I quickly rolled down my sleeve, a grin on my face.

My class was with no other than Keith Kogane.

Teasing him was just too fun. I loved seeing his eyes widened, his cheeks getting puffed out, and the small crease in the space between his eyebrows. His eye rolls always egged me on and half of me thought he knew that he liked it. Or maybe the other half wanted him to want it. But I shouldn't. I know I shouldn't.

The painful thought of my soulmate echoed through my mind the same time the bell resonated through the class room. I mindlessly stood with my stuff in my arms as my mind raced.

I had a soulmate, a soulmate who probably wasn't thinking about kissing anyone other than me. (You're not wrong-) A girl with a bright smile, or a boy with shining eyes, or a person with a laugh that made everyone else laugh. And they're most definitely not thinking about cute emo boys.

I rubbed my wrist and then the blue marker in my jean pocket. My heart throbbed at what my soulmate might think when I confess to them that i haven't even made an effort to figure out who they were because I was too busy thinking of someone else.

I walked down the hall, and instead of going to my class I veered into a bathroom. I locked the stall door behind me, sitting on the edge of the toilet with my head in my hands.

I heard the next bell —signalling that I was late — but I didn't even make a move to pick up my books.

I let out a shaky breath as I reached into my pocket.

I uncapped the blue marker, fidgeting with it before pressing it to my skin. Under my faded blue lettering.

Who are you?

I looked at the question displayed on my wrist, my question mark looked shaky. I frowned, wishing I could rewrite it. I slowly slipped the marker back into my pocket.

I brought my knees to my chest, awkwardly (as it is not easy balancing on a toilet with my long legs).

There. I made my effort, so why does it still ache when I think of him. Why do I even still think of him? A crush for a while is fine, but now I have a soulmate out there whose heart would break knowing what I thought of.. what I dreamt of. So, why, won't Keith Motherfucking Kogane leave my mind?? And why don't I fully want him too..?

I debated going to class, seeing as I was over five minutes late. Part of me yearned to see Keith, the other part just thought it was wrong to feel this way about him. I wanted him, but I needed my soulmate, the person I've been dreaming about since I was a kid and my mother told me what happened when I was 17.

With a couple more minutes of thought I stood, grabbed my bag, and decidedly walked to my class.

I hesitated once I got to the door, sighing as I opened it. The whole class turned to me, the teacher paused their writing on the board and slowly turned to me a moment after.

"Hello, Lance, good to see you," Mx. Harren said slowly. "Please take your seat and ask your neighbor for the notes you missed."

I thanked them and walked to my seat, i set my bag down and lightly poked Keith's arm. "Notes," I hissed.

He didn't look at me, just moved his arm and slid his notebook closer to me for me to see. I took my phone out and took a quick picture, sliding it back to Keith.

"Did I miss anything else important?" I whispered, leaning down to dig through my bag for a pen.

Keith sighed, handing me one of his mechanical pencils before shaking his head. "Unless you count one of the kids tripping over a desk and falling face-first on the floor, then no."