Broken fingers //Voltron high school AU

Part 4: Mistakes

"And they were roommates!" Pidge finished the story that had taken up almost of the lunch period to tell. It was an interesting story, Keith had to admit.

He was quickly distracted when five people came out of the door. The boy with white hair and eyes like Zarkon's that he'd seen earlier. Beside him were four girls. One had a multi colored ponytail and seemed to never stop moving, bouncing as she walked. Another was tall and buff and had a murderous look in her eyes. The third was a girl with shoulder length hair and nervous eyes. The last had milky gray eyes that seemed to not focus on anything. She had a guide stick that mapped out the ground in front of her. Keith guess she was blind.

"Who're they?" Keith asked, nodding at the group with his chin.

"Then? Oh, you don't want to talk to them. The boy, lotor, he basically runs the school, since Principal Zarkon is his dad. The other four are his friends, Zethrid, Ezor, Axca, and Narti." She pointed to each of them.

"They're terrifying. One time they got a kid expelled because he said something bad about Lotor's shoes." Hunk, the other boy at the table and the guy Keith had seen earlier in home room, spoke up, through a mouthful of some pastry Keith didn't know the name of.

"And he has these minions, like this kid Griffin," Pidge pointed to a boy with brown hair that fell into his eyes, "they do his bidding. Griffin is the one who got that kid kicked out. He got in a fight with him then convinced the principal he hadn't started it." Pidge had barely touched her lunch, too invested in the conversation.

"So they're not the people to mess with. Got it. What about them?" Keith nodded towards a group of boys and a few girls, most sitting, others standing and walking around. It was a large group and all of them were on the thinner, slightly buff side of body proportions.

"That's the basketball team and the cheerleaders. The Lions—that's their name—are the prized possession of this town. They're pretty good, winning more then they loose. We go to a lot of their games, since Hunk and I run the score board. Simple tech really, but I'm working on something that will do it for us." Pidge explained.

"Huh," Keith said absently, looking at each of their faces.

"Most of the players are assholes, but Lance McClain is cool. And Allura, she's a cheerleader, but not a typical one," Hunk spoke, pointing out one of the boys and one of the girls, "Allura's class president, and a really good one. She'll probably be a politician someday. As for Lance, he hangs out with us more then you'd think. Sometimes he'll tag along when we're testing something. He's nice and funny, but not the brightest."

The girl—Allura—was the girl with salt white hair Keith had seen in home room. She stood among the people, chatting and laughing carelessly. Lance was sitting backwards with his elbows on the table. He had cropped chocolate-brown hair, tanned skin, and bright blue eyes. He looked so casual and happy. Keith wondered what it felt like to have no cares in the world.

"You should come to the game tomorrow with us!" Pidge said, breaking Keith's train of thought. He looked back at them. They both smiled expectedly.

"Maybe," Keith shrugged, trying to smile, "I'll see if I'm busy or not." They nodded and the rest of lunch was easy and fun. When the bell rang, Keith waved goodbye to them and headed to science class.

***

The hallway after lunch was chaotic. Keith kept his head down, his hands in his jacket, and his eyes forward as he weaved through the crowd. The science classroom was on the floor above, so Keith had a long way to go. He didn't notice who was around him and frankly didn't care.