Other ways to say "I love you" (Klance)

Chapter 5

Keith and Shiro silently walked into the school, barely even a whisper was shared between them. Bruises dotted their skin, hair a mess, Shiro having a bruises on his cheek, Keith having one on his jaw. As soon as the doors to the building were open, the sound of teenagers' impish laughter and siren screams blasted their ears. Keith cringed at the sudden noise, lowering his headphones to his shoulders.

      "Come on, let's go find everyone." Shiro said, a faltering smile pointing to the mute. Keith nodded, following his foster brother towards the abandoned staircase with his friends lingering underneath.

      "Hey Shiro!" Allura waved, a bright smile on her face. It dropped as she noticed the bruises scattered on the twos arms, one laid on Shiros' face, and one on Keiths' jaw. Keith took note of a new addition to the group, a boy looking like a double of Pidge yet taller, and minus the green in his clothing, replaced with murky purple.

      "Matt! You're finally at school." Shiro chuckled. 'Matt' turned too looked at him, a bright smile showing his shiny teeth.

      "Hey!" He greeted, walking up to the three. "It's not my fault Mrs. Sniffles infected me for a week." He pointed over to his sister, who pouted at him. Shiro took his hand tightly, a chortle slipping from his throat, then Allura slipped hers into Shiros' other one. Keith smiled fondly at the couple, adjusting his bag strap.

      "Why didn't you text me?" A slightly annoyed voice said from behind the mute. He jumped, swiftly turning to face the Cuban boy, who burst into laughter at his reaction. "Hehe... anyway, why didn't you call me?" 

Sorry, I was exhausted and my phone died.

Keith scribbled down. Lance raised an eyebrow at him, a teasing smirk on his face.

      "Oh really? Or did you just get too nervous to text someone like me?" Keith rolled his eyes, an annoyed expression on his face. Lances let out a ghost of a laugh, a growing blush creeping onto Keith cheeks.

      "Lance, stop teasing him." Hunk chuckled, playfully punching his shoulders. Lance giggled, while the Korean grinned.

      "So you're Keith, Shiro has been so eager to talk about?" Keith turned, facing the new comer Matt. He nodded, rubbing his neck awkwardly. Lance casually swung his arm around his shoulders, blabbering on to Hunk. Shiro looked down at his brothers red cheeks, a teasing smirk casted his way. As Keith noticed, he flinched lightly, sharply turning his eyes to the floor.

    The bell saved him from his undecidedness, sending him quickly to his first lesson. He scrambled into the classroom, swiftly seating himself at the back of the room, on the opposite side of the window.

    "Wow Bud, who knew you would be so determined to get to class." Lance teased, sitting down beside the mute. Keith shook his head dismissively, turning to face the Teacher as they walked in.

      "Ah... Keith and Lance, decided to join us today, huh?" The Teacher asked rhetorically, sending a glare to the two.  "Now care to tell us why you were absent yesterday?" Everyone in the class turned to them, their eyes burning into Keith most of all. It was like every eye shot arrows into his flesh, each full of judgement and fear.

      "Ugh..." Keith groaned. Lance rolled his head back, then lolling it back to face the annoyed Teacher.

"He and I are old time buddies and I forced him to skip with me. Satisfied?" The Cuban boy said in a rushed tone, noticing Keiths' unnerving twitching, and his continualness rapid breathing. The Teacher gave him another glare, until facing the board, continuing with the lesson.  

Keiths' head was laying on his pen-carved desk, sleep wishing to take over. He took a glance at the Cuban boy seated at the front of the class, he also bored.

    He felt something poke against his back, his curiosity demanding him to turn and find out. As he turned in his gum covered chair, he saw a boy, the classic jock with overly gelled hair, tanned skin and already having stubble growing, the same one from his first day of school. The boy held up a piece of paper, smothered with creases and scribble, but the most obvious was the large letters harshly written in black.

Back of the school, along with that Cuban boy

Keith bit his lip, turning round to face the board again. Helplessly, he's eyes automatically carried over to Lances' head resting in his tanned palm. Keiths' fingers began to ache, now, he didn't want there to be only five minutes left, and only to twenty, but sadly there was no time left.