Shield of Love

Partner (Clance)

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PART ONE- A Clay x Lance Oneshot

Lance's POV 

-Set in their last year at Knight's Academy.-

"... and Natalie with Damian..."

I yawned and stretched, rocking back in my chair. Why can't Mr. Stoan just hurry up and finish already? The sooner I found out who I was partnered with for this stupid history project, the sooner I could leave. I didn't even care who I was with at this point.

"And Lance will be with..."

Finally!

"...Clay."

My chair fell back on all fours with a loud thud.

"Alright, I think that's everyone," my now awesome history teacher said, pushing his glasses back up his nose. "Now, I know these are due next month, but be sure to start them soon, as it's quite a lot to be getting on with and the grade you are given for this will contribute to the speed and level at which you graduate."

Murmurs rippled through the class at that.

"Right. Class dismissed!"

Clay's POV

I groaned as everyone charged for the door. I can't believe I got stuck with Richmond. I was really hoping to get a good partner for this final History of Knighton project. Someone who was pleasant to talk to, was easy to cooperate with and, of course, pulled their weight. But I guess Mr. Stoan's definition of a 'good partner' was different from mine, since I got stuck with a rude, stuck-up slacker.

Ugh.

Thank goodness it wasn't due 'til next month, because I was pretty sure I'd be doing this on my own.

But maybe... just maybe, he'd changed since I last...

I decided to meet up with him to discuss the project after all. Just in case.

Lance's POV

"... he was taking forever, and then when he finally got to me, he put me with, uh, Borington." I fake shuddered, to make my 'dislike' for him more credible.

"Ah, r.i.p dude," my friend Aaron said. "He's alright, but I know you don't like the guy."

"He's nice," my other friend, Axl, chipped in around the burger in his mouth. "Why don't you like him, anyway?"

"I-" I began, but stopped short. Because there he was.

Standing right in front of us.

Clay opened his mouth, obviously speaking, but I didn't hear a word. He was looking at me with those eyes.  Those striking, deep blue eyes. I could just stare at them all day long...

Aaron coughed, and I snapped out of my stupor.

"Oi, Prancelot, I asked you when you wanted to meet up to start the project."

"O-oh, um... I'm free tomorrow lunch...?"

He huffed. "Fine. I'll be in the library." He stalked past, rolling his eyes and muttering something along the lines of, "You'd better be there..."

Oh I will be, Clay. I will be.