"Your hat." (Pico x Keith story)

Ep. 4

Keith POV
Pico. Of course it's Pico, who else would it possibly be. I walked further inside the classroom, greeting my professor.

"Hello Keith. You will be sitting right.." She said, holding the 't' for a long amount of time whilst scrolling on her computer. "There." She glanced up, pointing at the empty desk in the back. Right next to Pico.

I walked towards my seat, trying to avoid eye contact with Pico, who had obviously been staring at me with those white eyes of his.

I sat down, setting my books ontop of the desk. I adjusted the collar of my shirt, then folded my hands in my lap. Unintentionally, I glanced to the side, causing my eyes to meet with Pico's. I panicked and jerked my head to my left, breaking the eye contact.

I could feel him staring at me. God, how much I wanted to run away. I tried my best to ignore it, and paid my best attention to the front of the classroom.

Once class had ended, it was time to head to yet another class. Fun.

I grabbed my stuff, stood up and made my way out of the room after the teacher dismissed us. I stopped at my locker to grab a few needed things.

I shut my locker after I was done. I heard a loud smack against my locker that made me jolt. I glanced to my side. It was Pico, leaning against my locker.

"Hey Pico. You need something?" I asked. Pico grinned. "Meet me in the bathroom at one." He grabbed my hand, with his other, he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. He set it into my palm, then closing my hand.

"Don't be late." With that, he walked away.

I unfolded the note, only being a reminder. I know this story. I show up, and he beats tf out of me.

I have nothing else better do to so I'll go anyway.

I slipped the note into the pocket of my jeans and began to walk to my next class.

I stepped inside the large room, the doors closing behind me. I walked over to the boy's locker room to get changed for Phy Ed.

I was immediately greeted with loud chittering and laughing. It made me feel a bit out of place.

I walked over to a spot, very far away from the others that way I could get undressed with the slightest amount of privacy. I spotted a familiar boy around the corner. I noticed the ginger hair, making me realize it was Pico.

That reminded me, the note. I checked the time on a nearby clock. 12:30? I have at least 20 minutes to question life before losing it.