The Red Nerd [Klance]

Chapter 3: I Want To Get To Know Him

Wednesday||Lunch||12:37 p.m.

"And after I said he was my friend, he overreacted and pulled on my shirt. The worst part is, he said that we couldn't even be friends, only 'acquaintances'. Tsk, can you believe that?" Lance complained, biting his apple. "I hope he moves lockers soon, cause I don't want to deal with his crap no more." Lance said after swallowing the bitten peice of the fruit.

"Don't think about it too much, Lance. It'll hurt your brain." Pidge snickered, taking a bite of her sandwich.

"Ha, I bet that loser had like ZERO friends at his old school. I mean, who would want to be friends with some emo freak like him, right Pidge?" Lance said, taking another bite of the Granny Smith apple, ignoring Pidge's comment.

"Lance, you've known Keith for less than a day, give it some time, and THEN see if he's still bad. I mean, I'm sure he's a nice guy, but he just needs some getting used to. Didn't you say that Keith's new here or something?" Pidge asked, continuing to eat her sandwich.

"Yeah, but he's pretty quiet. So even if I wanted to talk to him, I can't, cause 'Mr. I DON'T MAKE FRIENDS' over there doesn't want to talk. AT. ALL." Lance grunted, throwing his apple core away. The apple core ended up missing the trash can, and landed on the ground. "Awe crap. I'll be right back Pidge, let me just pick up my trash." Lance said as he got up and picked up the core. He threw it into the trash bin, then walked back to the table where him and Pidge were eating at.

"Lance, you aren't listening to me. Give it some time, and then judge him, okay? Get to know him or something, find out what he's interested in. Maybe that's what you're missing," Pidge said, giving her tall friend some advice.

The bell rang.

"Look, I gotta head to Science. Take my advice, and see what happens, got it?" Pidge smirked as she got up, taking her bag with her.

"Got it." the Cuban male said, taking his things and leaving the cafeteria.

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Wednesday||History||1:27 p.m.

Lance set his bag down beside Keith's, sitting down at his desk. He jerked his head towards the front of the room, now facing the whiteboard. Keith glanced at Lance, then let out a grunt. The raven haired hid his head behind his binder, covering his true self; lonely and scared.

Never call me your friend ever again. We are NOT friends, and we will never be friends. We are only acquaintances, understand, McClain? Those sentences repeated over and over in Keith's mind, making him feel more guilty by the minute. He could remember how scared and frightened Lance looked during PE, how frightening he was being. I bet he doesn't even want to share a locker with me, let alone an entire schedule.... well, besides sixth period...

Lance got up from his seat, and walked up to the teacher's desk. Keith looked around his binder, and saw the tan male whispering something to their teacher, Shay. Shay nodded, handing him a hall pass to the office. Keith glared at the Cuban boy as he got his bag from his desk, and left the classroom.

Why is he going to the office? Is it something personal? Is it a medical situation? Several questions popped into Keith's head, making him interested in Lance's business.

When the bell struck 1:50, class was dismissed. Fourth period was over, and it was off to fifth period, which was Math. As the day continuted, he rushed thorough Math easily, and then sixth period, which was his elective, Spanish class. After class ended, he went up to the teacher, Nyma. (Yes, she's an alien, but I'm sure she's trilangual, right?) He asked her how to say, 'I'm sorry Lance, forgive me please.' in Spanish. Nyma wrote down the sentence on a piece of paper, and gave it to Keith.

Keith smilied at her, thanking his Spanish teacher. He then left the classroom, and walked to the locker he and Lance shared. He slipped the piece of paper into Lance's box, and then closed the locker. Tomorrow, he would find out if he would accept his apology.

When Lance reached their locker, he saw the note Keith had left him. It read, "Lo siento Lance, por favor perdóname." Lance looked at the piece of paper in his hand, and threw it away. "Tsk, he isn't worth ANY apology. That piece of crap can go kill himself." Lance said, taking his things out of the locker.

Lance walked to the other end of the hallway, opening up locker 364. He used the given combination he received from the office, and moved in there. As he put in textbook by textbook, material by material, he thought about Keith. How he always had his glasses on him, how he looked as he payed attention in class, and how he ran in PE. It wasn't that bad, for a nerd like him.

Lance struggled moving into his new locker, rows away from Keith's. But, it was his decision to move, and he made it. It wasn't the smartest choice he's made; and which was the completely opposite of what Pidge had suggested. Instead of getting to know Keith, and getting closer to him, he was moving further away from Keith, isolating his heart from the raven haired male. "Whatever, it's fine. You don't like Keith, you hate him." Lance said to himself, closing his locker door. Then how come I want to get closer to Keith, and hang out with him? Lance thought to himself, dumping his head into the palms of his hands.