Rivals ||Klance Voltron||

Game Of Survival

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SURPRISE I'M ALIVE!

Keith's POV

My emotions are all over the place this morning. They have been actually since I saw Shiro's texts.

" His parents are furious! They broke into the principle's office and started yelling at her!"

"You're gonna be in big trouble when they see you, what were you thinking?!"

"Lance should have known better."

" Do you have the slightest clue what you put me and Allura through?"

Yes, we do. We didn't care though, at the time. We thought we had won and we were experiencing a feeling of victory for the first time in a long time. We had each other to stay entertained and keep our minds off the situation. But the truth is, the situation is horrible.

As much as Lance wants to stay calm and explain everything to his parents thinking they'll understand, I find it hard to believe that things would be that easy. However, the very thought of possibly ruining his plans—even if they were destined to fail— broke me down to tears earlier.

In this wild game of survival between us and them, who will the last two standing be? Who will bow out? Who will lose forever?

I stand in the hallway with my back on the wall. I've put my things down but I'm holding my heart tight as I look at the white ceiling blankly. I do not hear the chatter of the students as they pile into classes. I do not hear the morning announcements talking about Prom. I have disassociated myself from everything in order to listen in on the conversation taking place inside the principle's office.

Lance's parents were more than furious when they saw him and they wanted to fight the principle for allowing behavior such as our holding hands punishment- which they think has started all of this ( and I agree that it was the catalyst )- and us being our unacceptable selves on school grounds.

Shiro had immediately told me not to interfere with their family business. He advised me to wait outside while he and Allura dealt with them. It pained me to leave my boyfriend alone inside but I can see how me being there would make things worse.

Their voices get higher by the minute and I can hear them straight out yelling inside. Once every few minutes, my boyfriend speaks up to try to calm the situation only to get shot down.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes: I would not want a panic attack taking place right now.

" ... that my son isn't like that...

... to do it with an orphan who was raised by a foster brother

He hated you before and now suddenly he's in love? That's absurd!

... toxic attachment... abandonment issues

... Obviously a gold digger...

... all an illusion... no love... has lured you..

Wake up, son.

He doesn't love you. You don't love him."

My brain was off. I moved purely by instinct. Would I regret that? Maybe. But I had to explode at some point. I had been too peaceful for too long and my anger took me back to who I was before. Something overcame me at that moment and before I knew it, I was inside the office. I had pushed the doors open and started glaring at my boyfriend's parents.