Pico x Boyfriend - High School AU

Chapter Three - Knife to a Gunfight

The day felt like a blur; Keith simply going through the motions with Pico in tow. The ginger navigated the halls awkwardly, unsure of himself, however stood his ground when Mr. Hallway's friends threatened him time and time again.

   The threats were empty after seeing what the ginger did to the dude, though.

Keith couldn't help but admire Pico's attitude. I mean, hell, he took zero shits from anyone. Although, that temper might just come and bite him right back sooner or later...

   But, at least as of now, Pico was hanging around Keith, puffing his now bruised-up chest at anyone who got in their way. It felt... good. To have someone at his side for once.

   Overall, the day was going smoothly.

   Until gym class.

   Oh, no.

   It was their second to last class, and the duo had walked out of the science classroom together. Luckily enough, they had four out of their seven class periods together, so it wasn't a bad setup.

   As they approached the locker rooms, Keith suddenly felt uneasy. He grabbed Pico's sleeve, gently tugging it to get his attention.

   The ginger flinched, swiveling his head to see it was just Keith. Tension visibly left his body. He looked... relieved?

   "Beep."

Pico cocked his head. "Can you, like... type out what you wanna say, or somethin'?"

Keith nodded, pulling his phone from his pocket and typing out a note

I'm gonna change in the bathrooms

Pico furrowed his brow. "How come?"

Keith turned a light pink. The ginger got the message and didn't push any further.

"Alright then. So the dude's locker room is just down the hall, right?"

The little guy nodded, waving a hasty goodbye as he ran off to the restrooms to get his gym uniform on.

Keith wandered into a stall, locking it behind him and unzipping his bag. He pulled out his uniform; a pair of black gym shorts and a gray dry-fit school shirt, both a size to big in order to hide his embarrassing figure. He began to undress, pulling off his sweatshirt and jeans, leaving him in just his boxers.

Suddenly, as he was slipping on his shorts, Keith heard the door of the bathroom creak open, followed by a group of boys laughing.

The laughter was familiar.

Very familiar.

Oh, shit.

Realizing who it was, Keith scrambled to pull up his shorts and was reaching for his top as the sound of a lighter clicking filled the room, followed swiftly by the smell of nicotine.

Too late.

Fuuuuuck.

Now fully dressed, he was stuck in the stall. Keith couldn't leave because... well...

The kids who walked in were known to come into the bathrooms to smoke. And if anyone ever caught them... things weren't pretty.

   Essentially, he would get beaten into a fucking pulp.

   So badly disfigured the police wouldn't be able to recognize his body.

   He'd be twisted into such incredibly painful and disgusting angles he would have to have a closed casket funeral just for the sake of people not regurgitating their lunch onto his corpse.