The Boy in Blue

Chapter 5

I sit down at the lunch table in my usual spot, waiting for Pidge, Hunk, and Lance. Since I'm lactose intolerant, I have to bring my own lunches everyday. Pidge and Hunk come first. Since they have their 4th hour together, they stand together in the lunch line. Pidge sits down, "So how have things been going with Lance?" She says it flatly, but still mockingly.

I sigh, "Not well...he's mad at me."

"Did you talk to him about what I said yesterday?" Hunk asks.

"Yeah? So what?" I ask, oblivious.

"What exactly did you say, Keith?" Hunk asked worriedly.

"I just told him that you told me that he was giving me signals, and that he obviously wasn't," I didn't realize what I was saying.

"You idiot! He was giving you signals, and you probably just bummed him out, because that was basically a rejection!" As soon as he finishes talking, Lance walks by us, "Sorry, you guys were talking about 'something'," he emphasizes 'something', "I'll just sit somewhere else." He starts to walk away.

Before he can, I look towards Hunk. He just nods. I stand up and turn around, "Lance, wait!" Shit, everyone's looking at us. Actually, Lance likes attention, so this is perfect. "Lance, I'm sorry. I know I'm oblivious, so just tell me, were you sending me signals?" 

You'd think that asking that in front of everyone would freak him out, but if I didn't know him better, I'd think that he didn't notice them. He sets his tray down in the spot next to mine, and puts his arm around my shoulder, "Listen, babe," I blush at this, "Yes. I've been sending you signals. Because I like you, a lot. It honestly made me sad when you didn't respond to everything I was sending you, and Pidge told me, I know you're-" I put my hand over his mouth. He looks at me with disappointment, and moves my hand, "Keith, I know you're gay." 

I hear several gasps behind me, I forgot that everyone else was watching us. "I-I am not."

"Well, let's test that out." He puts his hand on my cheek and leans in. I feel his lips touch mine, and I suddenly figure it out. All of these feelings, the butterflies in my stomach, my face flushing red, the tingly feeling I get every time I see him. It wasn't hate. It never was. It was love. All this time, it's been love. He pulls back and our lips part. Everyone's still staring at us, but we couldn't care less, "How was that?"

"I-it was amazing," I say, dumbfounded.

He smiles at me, "There's your answer, you are gay. Gay for me. <3" He blows a kiss in my direction.

I turn away and blush, "S-shut up." 

"Fine, I will. Let's go eat lunch, there's not much time left." He grabs my arm and pulls me back to the table. "What's that star struck look for? Am I just that amazing?" He smirks at me.

"N-no reason." I keep blushing.

"Just eat your food," He pokes my cheek.

"O-okay," I smile, and start eating my microwave chicken nuggets.

This is so amazing. I'm actually in love with Lance.