Don't wait

Chapter Two: It's ok Keith

(Warning: Homophobes, jerks and bonding moments in this chapter! Trigger warning and random Fangirls and Fanboys scream time!)

It had been a long day, and it just got even longer and more painful.

     "Hay Mullet!" Lotor said coolly at me. I turned to run but one of his big idiots Marcus graved me. He spun me around and I felt Lotor's fist collide with my jaw, I swore under my breath as he kneed me in the stomach.

     "You little faggot!" He growled punching me in the face again as I fought his big goonies grasp. I hated it I wished I could get out but I knew I couldn't. 

     "Do you want a kiss for your boo boo?" One of his close friends Zethrid mocked getting up in my face. "Or do you just let boys do that?" She smirked as she graved me and slammed me against a wall.

     "Shut up!" I growled.

Lance POV

Soccor practice had just ended and I knew Hunk my best friend who was a foot ball player had already left for home. Everyone was either getting picked up or driving home so I was left walking to my car alone. I opened up the dour and went to my locker and opened it... Nope I hadn't left my bag of clothes there, oh ya stupid me I left it on the bench just over... I turned the corner and gasped. Rate around it lay a beaten up boy with and unmistakable mullet who had to be,

     "Keith!" I gasped quickly running over to the pour boys side. He was unconscious and looked pretty bad! Who would have done this? Who ever had was smart because everyone was at or going to the fair today so no one would be at the school to see a kid getting beaten up especially in the locker room. Only the athletes would have noticed if one came back, and this obviously happened during practice so no one did.

I picked up Keith cradling him in my arms (Bonding moment!) trying not to touch any of his bruses or cuts and went to my car barely managing to open up the dour and buckled him into the seat next to mine. The drive seemed longer then usual but when I got home I quickly graved the smaller boy than ran to my room.

     "I'm so sorry," I mumbled as I set him down. "It will be ok... It will be ok." Though he was knocked out I still said these words of reassurance to him quickly running of and graving the first aid kit.

When I got back I started cleaning up his cuts on his face then stripped of his shirt noticing the advice of cuts and bruises went farther than I realized,

     "God..." I murmured as I started cleaning his cuts and fixing him up... Then he woke!

     "Aaaahhhh! Don't, wait! Were? Why? Ow." He pulled away from me in a hurry of confusion and hit his head of my bed post.

     "Its ok!" I said to him trying to calm him down as he graved for his shirt.

     "Get away from me!"

     "Keith its ok I am just trying to help you! You were beat up so I took you too my home to help you!... Wait do you even know who I am?"

      "A water boy for the soccer team?"

      "Ouch, and no come on we were..."

      "Yes Lance I know who you are you dummy! And yes I know you are one of our schools best soccer players! Know will you give me my God dam shirt?!?!"

     "Oh, sorry!" I said handing him his shirt. "May I ask you something?"

     "What?!"

     "Who did this to you?" When I asked him this he immediately shut down. "Keith?" I asked and he looked back at me.

     "No one." He said a little to quickly.

     "Keith?" I asked again.

     "NO ONE!" He yelled catching me by surprise, then his face got red. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I-I just..."

     "It's ok Keith." I cut him off and for some reason my voice seemed to get quite. For a while we just sat there with nothing else to say until Keith finally broke the silence his voice was small as he looked up at me.

     "I'm sorry, I guess I just get it from my father... Though I wish I didn't."

     "It's ok Keith," Was my only reply. "It's ok." 

Ok so I just want you to know any hurtful words I use I really don't mean to affend anyone!