right back at you

Brace Yourselves

Lance was sitting in the he back of the class drawing on his hand as the teacher taught the lesson. The rest of the class was taking notes as he didn't even know what the lesson was about.

"Mr. McCain," the teacher blurted out in his nasley voice in the middle of a sentence.

Lance flinched as he dropped the pen on his desk and straightened up in his chair. "yes, Mr.Smythe" Lance said. the teacher narrowed his eyes and the class were all turned in their seats staring at Lance.

Lance felt all of their eyes on him. He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Are you even listening?" the teacher said.

"I can't when what your lesson doesn't interest me in the slightest..." Lance sad with a smug look on his face as the class was murmuring and giggling quietly.

Mr. Smythe stood at the front of the class red in the face, full of anger.

"yeah, yeah I know, I'm goin to the office." Lance said as he stood from his desk, wrapping his backpack around one sholder.
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When Mr. Smythe yelled Keith flinched. He hated loud noises. He went to scowl at Lance, but when he looked at Lance his look of anger turned to one of curiosity. He looked down at his own arm being full of black ink. He quickly pulled down his sleeve. Once Lance made his  comeback Keith rolled his eyes. Typical Lance. Sure he was cute but he could never get past the narcissism.

Lance stood to leave and walked by Keith's desk and kicked over his backpack. "watch your stuff Kogane."

“Watch your mouth McClain,” Keith said sticking his foot out for lance to trip on.

Lance looked back to glare at Keith. He didn't notice his extended foot until he tripped on it. He didn't fall, just made a complete fool of himself in the middle of class. Lance turned to confront Keith again.

“Whatcha gonna do lover boy?” Keith taunted, getting ready to stand.

Lance was a big softie. Everyone knew it. He only acted like this to impress 'the ladies'.

"Boys!" Mr. Smythe yelled from the front of the room.

"you're lucky" Lance said bluntly as he stepped back a few inches.

Keith crossed his arms and smirked. He almost never got yelled at.

"You can go with him, Keith." Mr. Smythe said as he crossed his arms and glared at him. Lance was already at the door and he looked back to smirk at Keith.

Keith’s jaw dropped. Sure he had been called to the office a few time but this was ridiculous! He didn’t do anything wrong. With a huff he got up and walked to the door.

Lance was already halfway down the hall when Keith left. He plopped in a chair and sighed.

Keith stormed into the office. No one was in there. “Fuck you,” Keith spat.

Lance looked up at Keith with disgust. "fuck you next wednesday." Lance snarled, shifting in his seat.

“In your dreams lover boy,” Keith retorted and plopped down beside Lance.

'he's such an asswhole' Lance thought to himself. Lance looked to the opposite side Keith was sitting, hiding his blush." stop calling me that!" he said as the blood rushed from his face.

“Whatever you say.... lover boy,” Keith teased with a smirk. Messing with Lance was fun, it was the only way Lance would pay him any mind.

Lance let out a huff and grabbed a black pen out of his pocket to continue drawing on his hand. "where's the office lady?"

“The hell if I know,” Keith retorted. There was a moment of silence. “Why do you always draw on yourself?” Keith asked.

Lance ignored Keith as he was slouched in his chair finishing the lion he drew on his left hand.

“Hey dipshit I’m talking to you,” Keith huffed. It was just a simple question. Trying to find some common ground.

"Don't talk to me like that." Lance mumbled.

“Oh yeah? what are you gonnna do about it, lover boy!? ” Keith taunted.

Lance had had it, and was about to say something but the school secretary walked in. "this isn't over, Kogane. " Lance snarled under his breath.

"Mr. McCain," she said with her arms crossed.

"Lynda," Lance replied.

She narrowed her eyes. "what was it today? And who is this you wrapped up into it?" she said gesturing towards Keith.

Keith sat down fiddling with his thumbs. He never really got in trouble. He let lance do most of the talking. “Keith Kogane,” He said quietly.

Lance sighed. "we got into it in class and Mr. Smythe sent us down here..."

the secretary nodded. "that's the 3rd time this week you've been here, Lance..." there was a pause. "well you know where to go. Show Mr. Kogane the detention room, you'll be in there until lunch."

Lance sloppily stood up not waiting for Keith; he started walking to the back of the office to a small room. There was one table, a few chairs and a bookshelf.