Guarded Soul.

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When Lance woke up the next morning, it was to a throbbing headache. He rubbed his eyes tiredly as he sat up in bed, wishing that he could just go back to sleep but knowing that he wouldn't be able to now that he's awake.

He finally dropped his hands to his lap with a small sigh before opening his eyes.

Lance blinked a few times in surprise as he looked around. Unfamiliar furniture in an unfamiliar room in an unfamiliar house. And If that wasn't enough to wake Lance up properly, then what he found next definitely was.

There, laying in the bed beside him, was a person.

A guy.

A very much naked guy.

Lance glanced down briefly at his own bare chest, and he didn't have to peek under the covers to know that his bottom half was also just as bare.

Lance looked over to the male next to him and swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat.

The guy was still sleeping peacefully, his mouth slightly agape and drool running down his chin. Lance grimaced and took the opportunity to ever so slowly slip out of the bed, placing his feet on the freezing wooden floor. It didn't take him long to locate his clothes, laying in different places on the ground, no doubt from being discarded in a hurry.

Lance shook away that last thought and quickly began to get dressed, still keeping an eye on the person in bed to make sure that they stayed asleep. He caught his reflection in a mirror across the room and saw his now half dressed body absolutely covered in love bites and also deep red scratch marks running down his back. He cursed quietly and looked away before continuing to change. When Lance was ready and the stranger hadn't moved, he made sure he had his phone and keys and everything important before he took a deep breath and made his way out of the bedroom, across the hall, past the living room and straight out of the front door.

It was only when Lance was out of the house and began to wheel his motorbike down the road that he allowed himself to finally let out a loud groan.

What the hell happened? The last thing he remembers from the party last night is being in the kitchen with Keith, everything else is a blur that he couldn't quite bring into focus.

When Lance was far enough away from the strangers house that he knew nothing would be heard, he swung a leg over his bike before putting his helmet on and starting the engine. He groaned again as he began his journey home, the horror and worry of the situation at hand fully setting in.

He had slept with someone.

He had slept with someone.

He had broken one of the rules.

Lance nearly fell off of his bike at the realisation that he had actually broken three rules now. It was only his third day on earth for crying out loud!

He pulled up in his driveway and then made his way inside the house. He really just wanted to go to bed and leave all of his newfound worries in the back of his mind along with his hangover, but he had to get ready for school, which starts in... shit. Lance is already twenty minutes late.

He ran around his house in a frenzy, throwing fresh clothes on and cleaning his teeth so fast it made his gums bleed. He washed his face in the sink and then tried and failed to tame his bedhead. He simply sighed and grabbed a breakfast bar, his bag and his keys before running from the house and getting on his bike again.

Lance made it to school in five minutes, thanking all the stars in the sky that he hasn't been pulled over because he knew that he was probably going way over the speed limit.