The Boy Next Door

I See My Future In Your Eyes

Lance was bored.

Well, it wasn't like he hadn't ever faced boredom, but he was extremely bored. Bored and somewhat sad, he supposed.

He eyed Pidge from across the room, the girl keeping to herself as she wrote down what their English teacher was saying. Her mouth was in a slight pout, her brows furrowed as she concentrated. He knew she could tell he was looking at her, but she wouldn't dare turn around.

She hadn't turned around for a month.

At first, Lance thought it had been a joke. He thought it was one of those, 'oh she's upset but she'll get over it within a week' things, even though he knew deep inside that that was not the case this time.

The week had passed, but she still refused to look at any of them whenever they called her name. He had tried to reach out to her multiple times over the course of the month, but his attempts were all in vain. Pidge clearly didn't want to interact with them outside of their project. It was as if Voltron was the only thing keeping them somewhat together, although the line was very thin.

His eyes wandered around until they finally landed on Keith, who was staring at the board with a miserable face while copying his notes. Lance resisted a snort.

The first few days after Pidge's decision, everyone was hesitant to speak to Keith. The boy had noticed it too, until one day he snapped and told them that he was 'sorry that he couldn't control his stupid feelings about the girl he'd been crushing on since forever because she was running into the arms of the person who was nutritious for being a player back at Altea after building up enough trust withe his partner.'

While the group understood him to some degree, they also couldn't understand him.

"Then why did you say all those horrible things to her? If you truly didn't mean them, then you should go apologize."

"Allura, this isn't some kind of fairy tale where I can just say sorry and kiss her so that we get out happily ever after! I fucked up big time, and no matter how many sorry's I say, nothing will make her forgive me."

Lance frowned when he remembered what Keith had said that day. A part of him understood that Keith was scared, but he didn't get why Keith was scared. Sure, what he said was unforgivable, but if Pidge truly understood him then she would forgive him, albeit a little bit at first.

He scoffed. If Keith hadn't wanted things to end up this way, he should've just kept his mouth shut.

"Lance? Can you tell us what's so funny?"

The whole class swiveled their heads towards him, the teacher at the front of the class raising a brow. Lance gulped, frantically looking over at Keith who was shooting him daggers as if he knew what Lance had been thinking.

Lance awkwardly grinned, clearing his throat. "I uh, I wasn't laughing!"

"Really? Then why the soft laughter from your side of the room? You know the rules of disrupting class."

Lance frantically shook his head. "I wasn't laughing, honest!"

"Then what was so funny that made you disrupt class?"

"I was uh," he looked around frantically, spotting Lotor looking at him with an inquisitive stare. "I was laughing about Lotor's hair! God, has such greasy hair! Do you even shower?"

Everyone burst out in a fit of snickers, Hunk groaning and Keith rolling his eyes. Lotor frowned.

"You should look in the mirror before accusing someone of something they obviously don't have, McClain," hissed Pidge while giving him the side eye. The class oohed, laughing at her response. Keith remained silent and stared at his desk, his lips in a slight pout and his brows furrowed. Her words felt like ice, penetrating his heart and making him feel horrible.