The Hanahaki Disease// Voltron AU

1.7: fiasco

Playlist: Turning Tables -- Adele

Before

I was jamming out to a song on my phone, my headphones blasting the tune into my ears. Pidge always says I'll go deaf listening to music like this but it helps me concentrate in a way. Plus, I just like blocking out the world, especially on my walks back to the dorms from my classes. It takes me about five minutes to traverse the entire area back to the dorms and sometimes I'm so tired from classes that I just need a chance to zone out and feel the music.

As I was walking home today though, I ran into a familiar person. Actually, they kind of came up to me. As I said, my music can be too loud and I don't hear it if someone calls my name so when someone's hand came down on my shoulder, I flinched and looked up. It was someone I least expected to come and talk to me. Jason was standing in front of me. I pulled my earbuds out, and paused the music on my phone.

"What do you want?" I asked. Jason pursed his lips.

"How are you Lance?"

"Fine until you showed up." He sighs, not saying anything more. I scoff and begin to move past him. I don't want him to waste my time but when he speaks again, what he says stops me in my tracks.

"I just wanted to apologize." Were my ears deceiving me? Was Jason Zara actually apologizing to me? I stared at him, trying to have as blank an expression as possible. He couldn't possibly be apologizing for never talking to me again after our date. He didn't seem like that kind of guy but.. I was still kind of hopeful. What else would he have to apologize for?

"What for?" I asked in a deadpan voice. Jason sighed.

"For what happened at your last swim meet." Hold. Up. Hold up. My last swim meet? What was he talking about? I didn't even see him. I thought he was apologizing for never texting or calling me back. I frowned.

"What?"

"Tony told me about what happened in the locker room. He was actually, kind of bragging about it and so I wanted to apologize seeing as it's my fault." There were so many confusing things in that sentence he just spoke. The first one being, he knows and is apparently friends with one of the guys that's trying to get me kicked off the swim team and the second one being, he somehow thought that those guys picking on me had something to do with him. How narcissistic can a guy get?

"How is it your fault?" I demanded.

"I was the one who told them you were bisexual." It kind of felt like I had stopped breathing. I had jut barely become comfortable with coming out to people and hearing my teammates so viciously attack me last week had really deprecated my self-esteem and motivation. I had never felt more humiliated in all my life. Actually, it was kind of similar to how I felt when Connor and Austin rejected me at the mall.

"You What?" I shouted at him. "Why did you do that! Do you know the kind of shit they said to me? I just barely came out to my friends and you went and blasted my biggest secret to my teammates. They're trying to get me kicked off the team! They don't want some "bisexual predator" in their locker room!" I felt like hitting him but he was six foot and had a lot more body mass than I did. Even if I tried shoving him, he probably wouldn't move.

"I didn't think it was a big deal and I didn't know you weren't out yet. We never talked about that. You seemed pretty comfortable with yourself."