Broken fingers //Voltron high school AU

Part 6: Dark Room

Note: I'm going on a day trip so this might be the only chapter coming out today. This is an important chapter, so pay attention ;)). This is where the implied stuff comes in.

Sky sat in his lap, purring peacefully in her sleep. The light overhead was off, but Keith had a lamp on by his bed. It was 12:00 at night, and everyone was asleep. Besides Keith, of course. He couldn't find drowsiness in himself, so he sat in silence, petting the cat, and staring at nothing.

His room was surprisingly neat, like a guest room that hadn't been touched in months. He had unpacked his few things from the boxes and put them in the closet, lines up in tidy stacks. The only thing that got messy was the blankets, but Keith would fix them, tuck them in, everyday when he got home. There were a few socks on the floor, but that was about it. Otherwise, the room looked untouched.

The silence broke suddenly. There was a tapping at the window. Keith stood and went to it, seeing a smirking face appear outside. He jumped back, startled. It was Lotor.

Keith slid the window up, stepping back as Lotor gracefully slid in and stood, straightening his shirt. He wore gray skinny jeans and a t short for a band Keith didn't know. He became very aware that he was only in loose sleep shorts and a tank top.

"What are you doing here? It's the middle of the night!" He whisper-yelled at the boy. Lotor simply tossed his hair over his shoulder.

"I'm here to ruin your life, just like I promised," he smirked, and grabbed Keith by the front of his shirt. His mouth smashed against Lotor's, panic surging through his chest. He pushed away, staring at the other boy. Lotor's eyes only showed patience.

Keith didn't know why, but he let Lotor pull him towards himself again. The second kiss was more controlled—controlled by Lotor—as Keith was pushed back towards the bed.

Maybe he was just really tired. Maybe he was desperate. Or lonely. But Keith let the other boy lower both of them onto the mattress, his arms caging Keith in.

He closed his eyes, and let Lotor guide him, forgetting about tomorrow.

***

Keith woke to the blaring alarm of his phone. He had dreamed about the boy with the blurry face again, who he'd decided to name Goner.

Keith sat up, stretching his sore body. And then he remembered why he was sore. He glanced at the place in the bed beside him, but found it empty. Had that been another dream? No, he found out, when he saw the note on the pillow.

See you at school ;)

It said. Keith stared for a few minutes before scrambling out of bed, dashing across the hall and scrubbing his body in the shower. Finally feeling clean again, he got out and went back to his room.

Skipping his short red jacket, he shoved his head through a too-big gray sweater he'd gotten from good will. Paired with black jeans and worn sneakers, he felt thoroughly covered. If he wanted, he could curl up with his knees and head inside the sweater and feel alone. Keith crammed his headphones over his head, put his music on shuffle and dashed out the door. Breakfast was something he didn't have time for, plus he already felt like throwing up.

Keith grabbed his skateboard and rolled into the road, and closed his eyes. Though his headphones, he could hear the engine of a car. Instead of zooming past like it usually did, it slowed. Keith opened his eyes and took off his headphones, hanging them around his neck.

Lotor was there beside him, in the drivers seat of a car that looked like it cost more money then Keith had spent in his entire life.

There was no top, so he didn't have to roll down the window to say to Keith, "want a ride?"

Keith rolled his eyes, pushing forward, "No thanks," he said flatly, keeping his gaze ahead and without emotion.

"That's not what you said last night," Lotor muttered, but Keith heard, and chocked on his breath.

"Listen man, I just want to get through high school in as much obscurity as I can manage. I don't want to talk to the queen bee," Keith put up his hands in defense.

"Too late. Anyways, you missed your chance. Now I'll send someone to kill you," Lotor sighed, his four friends snickering in their seats, aside from Axca. He sped up, leaving Keith coughing up dust.

"Good," Keith muttered to himself, "I wanna die anyways," he looked down at the road as it rushed by underneath him. He didn't bother putting music back in his ears. He let the terrifying silence consume him.

Note: it's kinda short but that's all I have time for. I'll put out more tomorrow. Hopefully.