The Tutor

At His House (Rosie, You Didn't Cook Those Oreos)

Week 1

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Keith rubbed his eyes as he walked out of his room. He walked into the kitchen to see Matt sitting at the table, a cup of tea in his hands, staring at his cup lifelessly.

Keith pulled out a chair and sat across from him. "Hey Matt." Keith said and MAtt looked up a little sadly. "Hey Keith." there was silence for a few moments and Matt looked down the hallway. "Keith, i know this might sound, weird and maybe.....selfish but," Matt looked at Keith questioningly.

"Does Shiro ever talk about me? Like, at all? Or does he only talk about like, school or....Allura?" Matt asked. Keith looked at him apologetic. "He doesn't really talk about either of you. I mean, he does mention both of you from time to time but, not really, a....lot." Keith lied through his teeth, looking Matt right in the eyes.

Matt signed and took a sip of his tea. He stood up. "Uh, anyway, sorry for this, uncomfortable conversation, i should get ready for class." Matt said. Keith opened his mouth to remind him he didn't have classes until way later, but and Allura came running out of Shiro's room, her travel brush in her hand and running through her hair.

Matt left the house and Keith turned to Allura, who was fighting her shoes on. "Hey, Allura. Where's the fire?" Keith asked. Allura's head whipped around. "My dad," she jumped into her shoe. "Called me ten minutes ago, calling me back home. Tell Shiro i'll see him in class." Allura said as she slammed her foot into her other shoe.

"'Kay. Tell Alfor i said hi." Keith replied as he adjusted his jacket, he'd gotten dressed right after Hunk and Pidge had left. Allura nodded then ran out of the house.

Keith stretched his arms above his head, eyes shifting to the clock next to him. "Shit." he screamed and stood up fast, running his fingers through his hair before walking out the door with his shoes. He walked into them easily then grabbed his bag which he hid in a bush so he could ignore his homework easier.

He walked to the end of his street, pulling out his phone when he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder. Keith turned annoyed, only to see Lance with his arm draped around him. "Hey Mullet. Whaddup?" Lance asked.

Keith rolled his eyes and pushed Lance's shoulder off him. "You may be my tutor, but i still don't like you." Keith said. Lance scoffed. "C'mon, who doesn't like this?" LAnce asked, gesturing to himself. Keith started counting off on his fingers. "Me, Nyma, that one random alien obsessed girl, Loto--" "Okay i get it!" Lance interrupted then smiled a crooked smile at Keith.

Bu-dum.

Keith felt a heavy thump i his chest when Lance had made that expression but he simply ignored it. "Anyway, amigo." Lance said. "My sis Rosie, and my younger sibs Rebecca and Miguel will all be there tomorrow. I don't get why Rosie couldn't just babysit but, anyway, i just wanted to let you know, they all mostly speak in spanish unless we have guests, and even and they still mostly speak the former. Just wanted to let you know."

Keith nodded, annoyed and wondering why the bus hadn't arrived yet. There was only one other person at Keith and Lance's bus stop and that was Shay's brother, Rax. Rax for some reason didn't like Keith's group of friends and Lane, he thought they were suspicious of something always.

Finally, the bus arrived at their stop and Keith practically ran onto it. Lance saunters onto the bus and sits in the seat across from keith. Great, he wants to keep talking, Keith thought to himself. Okay, don't get Keith wrong, he hates lance, but it's not like that's why he wants to avoid conversation. Keith is very, sensitive, in the mornings.

Meaning, he's more prone to anxiety or panic attacks. He can normal deal with them fine unless he's put under a lot of stress, or put in an extremely awkward position. Much like now....