I Hate You✯Klance

✯8-Party

Oof. I'm stupid
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Keith POV
"Soooo do you want to come?" Lance asked, smiling brightly.

"Um."

   What do I do?!? Lance is inviting me to some kid's party. I don't usually go to these thing.

"Well?"

"Um I-I don't know." I say, looking to the side.

"Aw man, please? Hunk and Pidge won't go either! You're like, my last option!"

Of course. I was the backup plan.

"What about your idiot friends, Mr. I'm-So-Popular?" I sneer.

"They don't have space in the van and my sister won't drive me! Come on please?!? I need a ride and it'll be fun!" He says, his face twisting into a worried expression, "Please?!?"

Fuck, I can't say no.

"Fine." I cross my arms.

"YESSS!!" He cheers, "Besides, I wanna see you when you're drunk.~"

I blush, looking away once more.

"And if I can't find any hot babes, you'll be there so I won't be completely alone."

Once again. I'm just the other option.

"Whatever." I huff, walking away, clearly pissed.

I head to class, sighing. What was I expecting? I'm just his fuck buddy. I'm nothing. I'm just there when others aren't. Nothing. I think, sitting down. Nothing.

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My eyes fly open right away as the alarm blares.

"Ughhh." I groan, turning it off.

I sit up, running a hand through my hair.

"Fuck. What do I wear?"

Something casual? Or something fancier? The stuff I usually wear? Should I go out and buy something? The party doesn't start till 8:00 pm
but still. I groan and roll over. I shouldn't have taken a nap. I feel even more tired now.

It's 7:20 and I have to pick up Lance soon. I get up, looking into my messy closet. There's clothes on the floor, and everything is disgusting. When was the last time I did laundry? I put my dirty clothes into the overflowing bin. Half of my clothes are gone from the closet now. I put on black ripped jeans, an old band T-shirt, my black leather jacket and these platform boots from back when I was in my emo stage(which I'm still kinda in).

Good enough. I look like trash but good enough.

I look in the mirror at myself. Should I do anything to my hair? I run my fingers through it a few times, making it look natural and messy. To be honest I don't look too bad...