Klance Oneshots

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(this is an AU where Lance is a rebel Lil punk)

Just another day at school, the same faces, same classes, boring lectures. Lance was in Algebra II with a few of his friends, sitting in the back of the class. The teacher was trying to explain the new lesson, but Lance was trying to explain his new switch blade to his friends.

"I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?" The teacher stereotypically asked, glaring daggers at the Cuban boy. "Actually, yes," the blue-eyed boy replied as he stood up with his pen in hand.

"And for that," Lance continued, making his way up to the teacher's desk, "I'll have to write you up." The lanky boy grabbed a detention slip from the teacher's desk, writing information on the slip. At first, the teacher had been too flabbergasted to respond, only stood there with his jaw hanging open.

Lance had been too caught up in scribbling the teacher's name down, he didn't hear the laughs from his students. The Algebra II's teacher got back into reality, his face flushing with anger. "Lance McClain! Put that down! Get to the principal's office this instant!"

The light-brown haired boy only smirked, giving the slip to the teacher, "see you this afternoon." The lanky boy waltzed back to his desk, grabbing his belongings before heading out. He didn't even care about the teacher screaming at him.

Lance went out into the hall, where a janitor was. This very janitor knew how bad off Lance was, and stopped him before he could exit the school. The janitor grabbed the Cuban boy by the ear, dragging him down the hall to the principal's office.

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Lance found himself having detention for a week straight, and if he didn't go, he'd be expelled. He tapped his yellow chipped pencil on the desk, his blue orbs scanning the class. Those same blue orbs stopped upon seeing a boy with a mullet. A quite stupid one on anyone else, but this mystery boy pulled it off well. Lance got out a blank sheet of lined paper and wrote:

Lance: what are you in here for

The Cuban boy passed the note to the mullet and waited for a reply. (there was no reply the end) When the slip of paper landed on his desk, lance read it quickly.

Keith: I missed too many days. You?

A smile tugged at the lanky boy's lips. Keith. A beautiful name.

L: I talked back to a teacher and wrote him up on a detention slip

Lance passed the note, and soon enough, Keith passed it back.

K: Are you serious?! You should have been expelled!

L: You write so correct

K: You write so incorrect.

L: What year are you in

K: Um... Junior.

L: same! ive never seen u in my classes

K: I moved here during the winter

L: wow cool

K: you think so?

L: yea

K: thanks

L: no problemo

K: what?

L: no problem

K: oh ok. I'm not good with English, sorry.

L: your better then me

K: you're*

L: anyway i got this new switchblade its really cool

K: you like knives and things like that?