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

Chapter 6

The bell rang through students ears as they eyes lit up with joy.

      "Come on! Stop sitting around!" Lance cheered, pulling the Korean boys hand, forcing him to his feet. The Cuban boy noticed his uneasiness, the trickle of blood seeping out of his lip giving it away. "Hey, what's wrong buddy?"

    He shook his head, forcing a small grin to his teeth bitten lips. Brushing off his suspicions,    Lance returned the grin, dragging him out the classroom.

    Half way down the hall, Lance came to a sudden stop, a mesmerized gasp escaping out of his throat.

      "It's Nyma!" He squeaked, rushing to hide behind a wall. Peeping his head out, he stared at a girl, her blonde hair styled into soft curls, teal green flannel, hanging off her hips. Her chest was covered with a grey shirt, which sleeves hung off her shoulders. Her legs were smothered with black leggings, accompanied with grey ankle boots. She took at glance to where Lance was peeking from, sending him slamming his back against the wall.

Talk to her

Keith scribbled down.

      "Are you crazy?! If I talk to her, she'll laugh at me! I'm not saying a word—"

"Hey Lance."

      "GAH! Oh...uh... H-Hey Nym-ma!" Lance shrieked, facing the blonde lurking behind him. She let out a small giggle, a miniature red hue on her cheeks.

      "What you two up to?"

      "Oh, me and Keith here were just about to leave!" Lance lied, scratching his neck nervously.

    As the two began to engage into a conversation, Keith noticed the time on the clock inside a nearby classroom.

15:56

    His eye widened with panic, his hands latching onto the fabric of the Cuban boys' coat, tugging on it lightly. Lance swatted his small hands away, continuing to talk with Nyma. The mute bit down onto his lip, looking around the practically deserted hall. Then, in the corner of his eye, he notice the teen from earlier.

    His face was contorted with anger, his jaw tense and brows furrowed, his pupils burning with fires hatred. He pointed over the mute, then him, steam practically fuming out of his ears.

    He tried to get Lances' attention again, shaking him arm this time.

    "Ugh! What's it?!" The Cuban boy groaned.

We have to go now!

Lance stared at the hastily written writing, easing a brow to the ominous message.

      "And, why is that?"

We will both get beaten to a pulp!

      "Yea, yea. Sure." Lance rolled his eyes, his stance lacking in posture.

      "I don't know Lance... Keith seems pretty serious about it..." Nyma chimed in. Lance switched his gaze to her for a moment, then back to the short Korean.

      "Fine!" He dragged on the 'I', throwing his arms into the air. "Come on—"

      "Wait, Lance! Can I have your number?" Nyma called out, gently grasping the end of Lances' shirt.

      "Y-Yea! Of c-course" The boy blushed crimson, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

    "Great!" She cheered, a ghost of a blush on her fake tan covered cheeks. The mute jumped, peeking over where the menacing teen was. Just as He saved Nymas' number into his phone, Keith pulled him along, sceptical as to where the teen may have gone.

"Keith!"

Don't listen!

"Keith!"

Shut up!

"KEITH!"

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