Locker Neighbors (Klance)

7

  The next morning, Keith stumbled to his locker, barely awake.

How could anyone expect him to sleep after that?

Lance had his arm outstretched, covering both Keith's locker and the one next to it.

Lance, focusing on his locker, didn't notice the shorter boy walking over and ducking into his arms to reach his locker.

Keith, dying of embarrassment, nearly combusted when Lance tightened his arms around Keith. Most people walking by were probably confused by the random displays of affection between Lance and Keith, although Keith probably resembled more of a tomato than himself at the moment.

Keith looked up, watching as Lance smiled at him. The blushing, stuttering mess of a boy squirmed in Lance's arms, still trying to open his locker.

"Lance, we're going to be late."

"You started it." Lance drops his arms, allowing Keith to get the small locker open.

After getting several of the textbooks out, Keith and Lance walked to class, side by side. Halfway to Algebra, some deeply unpleasant girl approaches the pair.

"Hey, Lance." She chirped, stopping them in their tracks. She twirled her long pigtails, obsessively.

"Hey, Nyma. What's up?" Lance says, politely.

(A/N: I hate myself for that.)

"I was just wondering, do you want to go to the formal with me?" Keith was taken aback, waiting for Lance's response.

"Thanks for the offer, but I'm going to the dance with Keith. Besides, I thought you were going with Rolo."

Keith had never been so confused. Some person at school was named after a type of chocolate candy and he didn't know about it? He was definitely consulting Pidge after all of this.

"Ugh, as if. Rolo dumped me last week," Nyma had a look of confusion crossing her wide eyes, "Why are you going with Keith? I haven't seen that gay trash at a dance since the fourth grade."

Keith finally felt the need to speak up. "I don't think it was necessary to bring up my sexuality. That's not what makes me trash." She had a point though, Keith hadn't gone to a dance since the fourth grade.

"I don't think the amount of dances matters, it certainly doesn't matter as much as who you're going with." Lance adds in.

Keith felt the need to digest the butterflies in his stomach, maybe then they would stop fluttering because of Lance. The constant flapping was irritating his intestines.

"Yeah, but why would you go with him of all people? Doesn't it make you uncomfortable that he's gay? I bet he already has a crush on you." Nyma was really getting on Keith's nerves now.

"I would hope he has a crush on me, otherwise my affection would be completely one-sided." Lance's words made those butterflies in Keith's stomach go wild. Heat flourished in his cheeks.

Nyma's face dropped, shock and disappointment covered her features. "Wait, you're gay too?" The disappointment morphed into disgust.

"No, I'm Bi, it's rude to assume that everyone is either gay or straight, you know." Lance held a level of confidence that Keith could only wish to possess.

Now, Nyma didn't look disappointed nor disgusted, she looked pissed.

Lance had called her out and Nyma didn't seem like a girl who was going to back down. Even if Lance had seemed level-headed, it was clear he had anger building up by the second.

Keith watched as Nyma opened her mouth to speak, shutting it again without a word. A small growl escaped her closed lips as she stomped away. To Keith, she had looked like an angry peacock, trying to flaunt her appearance even as she walked away.

Lance smirked.