Dear Diary,
How will Lotor react to a suicide that isn't of his own creation?
-----
The faint noise of the cheerleaders practicing can be heard, muffled by the doors, as I sit in an empty classroom, opposite Keith Kogane. "I now know thee, thou clear spirit." I dig in the pocket of my coat and pull out an envelope. Keith raises an eyebrow as he weighs said envelope.
"That's from Moby Dick." I smirk.
"You're very well-read."
"What's in the envelope?" I gesture for him to open it and he complies. It's full of pictures that spill onto the table.
"Shit."
"Just a tangible reminder that at one point a few years back, you and Hunk Garrett dated." Keith swallows.
"Where did you get these pictures? Did Pidge give them to you? What do you want, money?" I slowly put all the photos back into the envelope and put it into my pocket.
"A favour." Keith snorts.
"No way." I continue.
"I want your strength. The Garrison doesn't need mushy togetherness, it needs a leader." I pause. "Shiro was that leader but..." Keith still looks unsure.
"He's the only one fit to be a leader."
"I think you are. In Catcher in the Rye, Holden says his ideal job'd be making sure some kids don't fall off a cliff. He doesn't realize if you pay too much attention to the kids, you'll back off the cliff yourself." Keith pauses.
"The photographs?" I grin.
"Don't worry. Like I said, I'll ask you to do a favour, one you'll enjoy. You'll get the negatives and everything back then."
-----
I stand, leaning on my croquet mallet as Lance takes a shot. He jumps and misses when he hears Keith's voice. "Hey guys, missed you after eighth period." I snort.
"We were avoiding you." Lance nods but I see him take a small step back, towards me.
"What you did to me sucked." Keith sighs.
"Fine, skip the foreplay. I need you both to sign this." He holds out a clipboard. I take a few steps closer.
"What is that?"
"It's a petition to have the governor declare a day of remembrance to honor the victims of suicide. I've gotten everyone to sign it, even the dweebs and losers." Lance takes the clipboard and signs. I shake my head.
"I'm not signing that." Keith pulls a face.
"It was your boyfriend's idea." I freeze.
"Lotor?" Keith nods, bored.
"He made up the signature sheet and everything." I take another step.
"Look, I don't know what Lotor is up to, but if you know what's good for you, please just throw that away." Keith snorts.
"Not a chance. I'll just fake your signature like I did with Hunk's. He's in no shape to sign anything today."
"Why not?" Keith smirks.
"It's on the radio. He took a belly flop off the Old Mill Bridge last night holding a suicide note." I drop my mallet. Shiro stands next to Keith, smirking.
