'such a pity, a boy so pretty'

12. jones

Warning: abusive language, some may find offensive, I do not think or speak like this, it's only for the purpose of the story and it's characters thank you x

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Lance, only slightly late to school, shut the door to his car and grabbed his bag from the back, slinging it over his shoulder, he followed the rest of the students inside. He kept his head down, ignoring everyone else's stares at the stitches on his forehead. His face cracked into a smile when he saw his friends standing outside the school. He slung his arm over Keith.

"Hey. How's everyone?" He asked, secretly kissing Keith on the top of the head. Hunk yawned, rubbing his eyes. "Tired, I get it." He chuckled, they had all been waking up at past midday and going to sleep in the early morning.

"What do we have first?" Keith sighed, leaning on Lance, though he usually found it annoying that Lance was taller, he was good to lean on.

"Urrr um, you have Maths I think. Damn, we're not in the same class." Lance pouted, until Keith turned around and hugged his waist. Allura basically awed, and Pidge smirked. "What?"

"Nothing, Just you two, you're so cute." Allura said.

"I'm not cute." Keith grumbled, Allura just smiled and grabbed Shiro's hand.

"Come on babe we've got Chemistry with Hunk and Pidge." The four of them walked down the hall, waving goodbye to the couple. Keith squeezed Lance's waist.

"I'll see you later then." Keith said, tearing away from his boyfriend, and looking up at him. Lance looked around before kissing Keith.

"Later mullet." Lance said and walked into the school.

"You're never going to stop are you?" Keith asked.

"Not until you get a haircut!" Lance shouted behind him, trotting down the corridor and through the school, it was pretty quiet, everyone had gone to study period. He made his way to his locker, unlocking it with ease.

"Oi McClain." Came a sneering voice from down the hall, Lance turned to see Liam Jones, a cigarette in his mouth, two of his cronies behind him.

"What do you want Jones." Lance said putting the books he needed in his bag. The ex-basketball player sauntered up to Lance.

"So word is you're a fag." Jones said, lighting his cigarette, leaning on the locker next to Lance's. Lance tried not to flinch at the word.

"What's it to you." Lance said, determined not to let Jones get to him. He closed his locker and began to walk in the other direction before his bag was yanked backwards and he fell to the floor. "What the hell man!" Lance shouted getting up and turning around.

"Well I'm bored and you're a queer so..." Jones shrugged, grabbing Lance by his collar.

"So you're going to beat me up." Lance said sarcastically. "Because you're bored." Lance fake clapped. "I mean go ahead, but I think you could have a better reason than that." Jones looked at Lance confused.

"Just shut up McClain. It's your fault I was kicked off the team." Jones spat.

"You slept with over half the cheerleading team, and they all got an STD how is that my fault." Jones didn't retort, however just shoved his fist into Lance's stomach, he doubled over and started coughing. Jones' friends laughed behind him, but looked a little uneasy.

"You took my spot." He kicked him. "Practically guaranteeing me never being aloud back on the team." Another kick. He picked Lance up off the floor by the front of his shirt punching him in the face. "And like I said I'm bored." He shoved Lance at the lockers. "Say hi to your dad for me." He spat walking back down the corridors, leaving Lance to catch his breath on the floor.

Lance grunted and picked himself up, closing his locker and grabbing his bag, walking to the bathroom and looking at his face. His nose was bleeding slightly, and he had a bruise forming beneath his eyes. "Fucking asshole." He said, washing his face off, stressing about how he would explain himself to Keith, to everyone. He looked in the mirror again. "It doesn't look that bad." He said to himself, laughing a little, he looked like shit, he clutched his stomach as a wave of pain shot through it, Lance pulled his shirt up to reveal the greenish, purple tinge to his skin.

He pulled his shirt back down and walked out of the bathroom, as people began to file out of their classrooms to go to their first lesson. He made his way to Maths, his head down silently walking into the class.

Lance checked his timetable, he had French next, with Hunk and Allura. He inwardly groaned, picking his bag up and walking through the corridors.

"McClain." Lance turned around groaning again, he did not want another round with Jones.

"What." He said, going pale when Alfor walked up to him. "Sorry Sir I thought you were someone else."

"What happened to your face?" The teacher asked.

"Oh I Uh tripped." Lance shrugged, biting his lip as his stomach hurt again. The teacher raised his eyebrow.

"Alright, anyway, congratulations you can stay on the team, your friend got a B." Lance nodded.

"Yeah he showed me." Lance said. "Sir I really have to get to my next lesson." Alfor nodded.

"Listen McClain, I heard about what happened with your father, if you ever want to talk-"

"I'm fine." Lance smiled. "But I really should get to class."

"Okay, off you go then." The R.E. teacher walked back into his classroom and Lance walked down the hall to his next lesson, walking in and sitting next to Hunk, who immediately bombarded him with questions.

"Dude what happened to your face?" Hunks voice raised a little.

"Oh I fell over, face planted the floor." Lance chuckled, an ache in his abdomen cutting his laugh short, he put a hand over his stomach. Hunk laughed along, oblivious, yet Allura looked at him strangely.

"Are you sure?" Allura said leaning over her desk, Lance smirked at her, nodding with gritted teeth.

"What do you mean by that Al?" The Cuban asked, fiddling with the sleeve of his jacket.

"Don't call me that. You just seem, off." She shrugged, getting her French book out.

"I'm fine." Lance said looking to the front of the class, trying to ignore Alluras state at the back of his head, she still didn't quite believe him.

end of chapter 12