Show off!! - a Klance Dance AU fanfiction

C2 (edited/revised) "Defenders Dancing: Legendary Experiences"

C2       
7:35am, twenty minutes before school starts
      I'm pulled up in Pidge's driveway, impatiently waiting for her. She finally hurriedly slams open the door, shuffling through her backpack and computer case, Matt offering a green and gold binder. The two looked almost identical, but acted nothing of the sort. Pidge was more energetic, and had a hobby for technology. As while Matt was more laid-back, and had a love for astrology. Which in a sense, involves technology. Otherwise, they get along great with their differences.
"Hold on Lance I forgot my duffel bag!" She scurries back through the front door and I chuckle to myself. She isn't really the organized type. See, we go from school then straight to dance practice. It was tiring, but the school allows us to take a free period off of gym if we feel that we need it for an upcoming performance or competition.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Pidge sprints out the door, duffel bag on one shoulder, backpack balancing on her arm, then the laptop case around the other shoulder. With a humph, Pidge slides into shotgun, stuffing all her junk on the floor under the dashboard, then shutting the door quite hard.
"Hey! Be careful with her! She may look brand new but we've had this baby for two decades now." I protectively pat the outside of the door. I rode an old beat up convertible. But as I mentioned, she is my baby. Pidge rolls her eyes.
"At first I couldn't find my binder, and then I realized my homework was still on the kitchen table, then I forgot my duffel bag-"
"It's all good don't worry about it." I reassure her. Though we might be late to school, I can't really get mad at Pidge.

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2:45pm
     After I pushed and shoved my way out of the school entrance I wait for Pidge to come out of the flooded doors barely managing to squeeze through- as most underclassmen do.
     Remember when I said Pidge had been trying to flirt with one of her best friends? Well that friend's name is Hunk. Hunk is a pretty large guy, who was a Senior. I knew him mostly from Home Ec. when we were partnered together to make a strawberry shortcake. It was one class that I passed easy, at the top. Then I found my rival. It was funny really, trying to compete with him. He was a softie, but his size made the freshman whimper. He was a pretty tall tubby guy but he was really just a sweetheart underneath all the intimidation. He had dark brown hair that swept to the side, a bandana keeping it from his forehead. Strands always fell in his face when we baked. In the end, both our cakes got a high passing grade, and we set aside our fighting and became friends.
Happy ending, right?
      Not so much. Pidge has been dropping several hints trying to tell Hunk that she wanted to go out. Several. This guy is oblivious. I, even gave Pidge some tips, and Hunk didn't even think twice. Today he wanted to watch us dance, which I have no problem with. Although, I'm a little nervous for Pidge.
"Yeah so I mean, only if you'd want to- it's totally cool if you don't, we're totally cool- uhm I mean not cool, because it's-"
"Yeah I'd love to hang out with my bestie."
"Nevermind... Oh hey Lance!" Pidge waves me over, and I walk out to join them. I lean down to give her a hug.
"How was the Biology test?"
"Aced it."
"Nice." I release the hug, giving her a friendly smile. Than looking up a Hunk, giving him a fist bump.
Pidge takes out her phone and we all start walking toward the vandalized school parking lot. "Hey Lance, Shiro was talking about a new kid coming in to the studio."
I lift an eyebrow, curious. Normally, they don't let in newcomers easily, since it's more of a private place, not so popular. The only reason why I was even in this dance studio was because my older sister went to highschool with Shiro, that and my Mamá was a very very talented dancer, and Shiro had known of her.
"Oh really? What's their name?"
"I don't know, but it's one of Shiro's cousins," Pidge says, gaze plastered to her phone.
"Maybe they're really good at dancing?" Hunk suggests.
"The way Shiro implied it, they seem like an elite dancer."
"So what does she dance?" I ask. It may seem like an unnecessary question, considering as you see, we train at a ballet studio. But as seasons change, like now, there is an option of changing dance styles, for more of a wide variety of dancing.
"Okay first of all they might not even be a girl, Lance."
"Right Hunk," Pidge smiles to herself and looks up to me, "and hip hop. But I hear they're trying our upcoming unit to 'widen horizons'."
"Will we get to see them today?" Hunk zips up his vest, he was kicking pebbles just leisurely walking.
"Yeah, and Lance?" Pidge's eyebrows knit and her gaze turns serious.
"Huh?"
"Remember when you took hip hop up?"
"Only the best two years of my life."
"You're going to need it. I hear this new guy, is quite the show off."
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