Reflection

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Keith POV

God, I'm such an idiot. How could I have not known? He must have felt weird with a random person just coming up to him like that. Also, was he flirting with me? Me? I have so many questions for this... New Lance.

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Unlocking the door of the bathroom stall, I grabbed my backpack, washed my hands at the grimy sink and trudged off to my first class.

As I walked in, I caught a glimpse of what seemed to be Lance's chocolate brown hair.
Wait, he's in this class too?? I sighed and muttered a sting of curses under my breath as my face turned crimson just looking at the boy.

"Keith, you should find a seat," the teacher sighed. I shook my head out of my daze and murmured an apology. I took a quick glance around the room, seeing that the only empty spot was... Right next to the one and only Lance McClain. I exhaled harshly and gripped my backpack strap tightly as I made my way to the Cuban boy.

Without a word, I sat next to him and he took notice of me. He widened his eyes and I saw pink dusting his cheeks as he stared at me. Of course, he's embarassed of me. Figures. I gulped and turned the other way and dropping my bag. I tugged at my longer hairs and looked over at the teacher, trying not to make eye contact with the blue eyed boy.

During the entire class, our knees kept bumping against eachother and I blushed everytime. Why am I doing this? What is up with me? Once class let out, I didn't waste a second and dashed to my next class. I noticed Lance looking at me quizzically as I sped out the door.

Finally, it was lunch. I decided to just walk to the nearest gas station and pick up a something to eat because the food on campus sucked. And who do I find, ordering a frappacino from Starbucks?

Do I even have to say his name?

Why do I keep seeing him everywhere I go? Do I have a stalker or something? Or am I the stalker? Is he from the future? Am I high?

Knowing that all of those were wrong, maybe even the last one (Shut up, it was only 2... 3... 5 times!)

"Oh! Keith, was it?" Lance smiled at me and waved. I was a bit hurt of him saying "was it", because after all, we knew eachother and were really good friends back then.

"Y-Yeah. Hi, Lance," I said, looking down at my feet.

"Hey, my eyes are up here, Samurai," he said in a joking tone. Samurai? Where did he get that one? I gave him a questioning look and he blushed, scratching his head. "It's because your hair's tied up like a samurai." He replied.

"Oh." I twirled my ponytail and picked up my bagel from the counter. "Well, uh, I'm gonna go," I said. "Nice seeing you!" He nodded.

"Hey, if you wouldn't mind, would you like to sit with my friends and I tomorrow at lunch or in the morning? We meet up in the courtyard every morning when we can," Lance asked me.

"Oh, uh..." I plucked a few pieces of lint off of my hoodie. "S-Sure." He gave me a big smile and we walked our seperate ways to classes.