I saw the boy with long dyed white hair gesture for me to come over. He was sitting at a picnic table with other people I had never seen before. I was anxious and nervous but I guess what did I have to lose? I've already lost my dignity and self worth a long time ago.I rub my arms together nervously and walk over to his table.
"Hi." I say shyly as I sit down. The boy that waved me over smiles at me, "Hi. I'm Lotor, and your name is?" His accent is really pretty, he must be English. "I'm Lance." Lotor nods.
"These are my friends Ezor," he points to a girl with a long dyed pink ponytail and big blue eyes. She grins and waves.
"There's Narti." he points to a girl with dark skin and a hijab. She shyly waves at me. I wave back. "And Acxa here," He gestures to a girl next to him who is eating silently. She has short purple hair.Does everyone in this group have dyed hair?
The girl with the pink hair, Ezor, leans across the table to study me. "You're a cutie. We should keep him." She says finally after an excruciating minute of her glaring. I laugh awkwardly while Lotor agrees, "Yes I think we should.".
I blush a little. I haven't had friends for a while, when I was little it was so much easier to make friends but now my only friends are my family.
Narti silently studies me while I shift in my seat and Acxa and Lotor are talking about some project. Ezor leans over the table and pokes my nose and says "Boop!" I shrink away and laugh a little but it's awkward.
"Where's your lunch? Aren't you hungry?" She questions me. I gulp a little bit and feel my empty stomach drop.
"No I'm not hungry." Lies.
I smile at Ezor to sell my lie and she buys it, "Okay, well if you need it there's food in the cafeteria." I nod. I look around me when everyone at my table goes into their own conversation.
The courtyard has trees that line around an open grassy field with picnic tables. I would much rather be under a shady tree than out in the open field. I start to tap my leg with my fingers. My pointer finger, then my middle finger, my ring finger and then my pinky. I repeat over and over like I always do. I'm getting nervous because I can feel people staring at me.
I'm the new kid. I don't fit in.
Heat rises from my neck to my face and I start tapping quicker and more violent than before. I'm getting anxious. My heart starts beating fast. My breathing quickens and I remember the feeling again.
The feeling that I'm sitting in a chair surrounded by a group of people. Faceless people. Laughing at me, pointing at me and staring at me. I can't see who they are because it's dark around me but I'm in the spotlight. They can see me, they can see my panic.
I feel like I'm dying until I am tapped on my shoulder.
Light comes back. I see grass and people, they aren't looking at me. They aren't laughing at me. I turn to see who tapped me and I see the boy from Chemistry standing behind me. I look him up and down. He has a plain gray shirt on with a red jacket tied around his waist over his black jeans. I stop tapping immediately and hold my sides.
"Yes?" I look him in the eyes, he has dark eyes. They're so dark I almost can't tell what color they are but I can see bits of violet.
The boy sits next to me, to my left, and everyone at my table looks at him. He glares at Lotor who is staring at us.
"Are you okay? You looked...nervous." The boy says to me and only looks at me. I nod quickly, knowing that being okay is the only acceptable thing to say. He looks skeptical and he raises a dark eyebrow, "Be honest."
"I'm better now, thanks for snapping me out of it." I say to him and look down at my lap and see my hands clasped together tightly.
"Okay, by the way-" he leans close to me and whispers in my ear which immediately makes me blush, "-These guys aren't to be trusted." Then he stands up and leaves the table swiftly. I watch him walk to a tree with two other people, a bigger guy and smaller girl. I turn back to my picnic table that I shouldn't trust.
Narti and Acxa go on like nothing happened. Lotor stares at me. Ezor leans over the table, "He's weird. And gay. Don't talk to him or he'll probably think you like him. What a faggot!" I'm surprised. I thought Ezor was a cool person....Lotor put his hand up, "Ezor what did I say about judging..." He says coolly. Ezor rolls her eyes, "Okay dad whatever you say."
I laugh awkwardly because I think I'm supposed to? I'm not sure. Lotor stares at me again. I'm distracted by his eyes, they make me uneasy and I feel like he can sense my anxiousness.
"Are you sure you're okay? You look pale." He says in his British accent. I nod, "Yeah I'm fine I just think I need some shade and some water." It is hot so I'm not completely lying. I wrap my arms around my sides again. Lotor nods and continues eating and talking with his friends. I am not sitting here tomorrow. I'll just sit alone. I stand up when the bell rings and leave quickly without saying goodbye to Lotor and his crew. I just want school to end so I can go home and curl up in a ball and sleep forever. I close my eyes as I walk, thinking of my bed that I share with my little brother. I think of just sleeping forever and I'm already more peaceful than I ever have been.
Sleeping forever sounds like the best thing in the world.
Sorry it takes me a while to update! I haven't been very productive lately, as Lance says I just like sleeping and I've been napping when I could be writing. This angst will take some time to get into. It's not a cliche angst right at the beginning, I do promise there will be angst ahead I just want a story build up.
A little background: Lance and Keith both have home life problems. If you haven't noticed, Lance lives in the stereotypical "Hood" where Keith's dad doesn't want Keith to be. Lance used to be bullied for where he lives and who is his so that will play a part in Lance's confidence. Keith has a rich and ruthless father and Keith is definitely lacking in parental figures in his life. Well anyway I hope you stay tuned and keep reading thank youu~~~
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