Crazy Girls (One of Those) - Klance [Sequel to 'Pacify Her']

Maybe you just need a little extra time to focus on our romance?

I don't see Lance in the morning the next day.

I usually know just where to find him this time of day, at his locker often alone, but sometimes chatting with Hunk or Pidge or sometimes even someone else that I couldn't care less about. I used to never approach him, that is up until the last few days or so. I was fortunate enough that my locker wasn't too far from his, so I was easily able to watch him as I was gathering my own things.

I'm not afraid to admit that I'd often linger a bit longer than necessary just so I could watch him until he left for class. It was always the perfect way to relax and feel tranquil every morning before the hell called school truly started. Just looking at him always calmed me from that.

But today, something was off. He wasn't there. It's true that he could just be absent for whatever reason. That has happened multiple times before, but back then, I wasn't worried because I had no way of truly knowing why. I just assumed it was because he was sick or had something else going on.

But now is different. I saw him last night. Neither of us went to school that day because we needed time to focus on each other. But he seemed perfectly healthy then. And he would have told me if he was doing something else today and was planning on missing class... Right?

The moment I see that he isn't at his usual place by his locker, I immediately feel my heart rate double in speed out of fear. What could be the matter? Is he okay? Did something bad happen to him? Why isn't he here?

Questions and worries begin to flood my mind as I sort through all the many reasons and possible causes of his absence. There are all sorts of scenarios that my mind comes up with that only deepen my fear even more. Oh god, what if something terrible happened to him?

Before I can let my imagination get the best of me—that is, even more than it already had—I quickly slide into the nearest bathroom to find somewhere more quiet than the busy hallway. Also somewhere I wouldn't get caught and busted for having my phone out.

I pull my phone out of my pocket and eagerly punch in his number, one I had memorized for a while now ever since I overheard him telling it to some whore he was trying to flirt with.

I press my phone to my ear and anxiously wait for an answer, hearing it ring over and over again. After the last ring, it goes to voicemail. No answer. I feel myself begin to panic all over again as I put in the number once again, but to no avail. He just won't pick up.

After trying a couple more times, and still no answer, I decide to finally give up. Maybe he just doesn't recognize the number so he doesn't want to answer it. He doesn't know it's me. If he did, he definitely would have answered.

I just hope he's okay. The thought of not knowing where he is and what he's doing right now makes me feel physically ill. I just want to know he's okay.

I make my way through the day with a great deal of struggle. I don't care much about school anyway, but if I did, I would definitely be screwed because of my inability to focus on anything but Lance. And yeah, I'm usually thinking about Lance instead of school, but it's usually a happy thought. It's a thought that makes me feel calm and pleased. A thought that I would much rather think of than whatever is being taught in class.

But this time, those thoughts of him are only filled with worry and anxiety. It feels like I'm having a three-hour long panic attack and I would almost rather focus on class because of how terrible it makes me feel. I just wish I knew where he was, so I wouldn't have to feel this way. I wish he would have picked up the phone.

"Do you know where Allura is?" I'm in fourth period math when the sound of her name catches my attention and is led to two cheerleaders, one blonde and the other red-headed, quietly chatting together to the left of me. I look over my shoulder towards them to see them hunched over their desks to talk close together, so as to not let anyone else listen in on their gossip. Apparently they aren't doing the greatest job of that, though, because I can hear them practically crystal clear.