Words Hurt (High School AU)

Class Period 1

Lance's POV

I hear the bell ring, it's time for period 1, science class.

I walk in and look around at the other students, not listening to the teacher who is practically begging us to take our seats. I follow directions and take my seat. I pull out my phone and look at Instagram for a few minutes. I look up to see if anything has happened and low and behold I see the guy who kicked me walk in with a strut followed with 3 others, all girls. One girl with a long rainbow braid, another with 2 poofy buns, and one with a shorter hair style. I instantly put my phone away and look at the board, pulling out a notebook in the process.

The bell rings again, the late bell.

I see students start to take their seats, but as soon as they take their seats they either took out their phones, started talking with their partner, or did anything other than pay attention to the teacher. 

I see a paper ball fly towards my desk as it bounces a bit and lands in front of the empty seat next to me. I unroll the paper to see what was in the note.

I look and the words 'We'd be happier to see nothing in that seat' followed by a little note that reads 'why haven't you killed yourself yet? is it because you think you'll actually find something to live for?'

I turn towards the taller teen with long hair and see him smirk, I turn back to look at the board and see the teacher writing something. 

We all wait a good 3 minutes and then she finally turns around and announces, "Good morning class! How was your break?"

I hear a jumble of goods, it was alright, and fines fill the room before it was quiet again, except for the few who were talking.

"Well, since you all seem /so/ excited about being back from break, how about we make things more exciti-" She said in a sarcastic manner.

Then unexpectedly, the door opens and a student I've never seen before walks in. He is a shorter boy with black hair in a, wait is that a mullet? Oh great, this will be fun. Anyways, his hair looked smooth and dark. He was wearing a red and black checkered flannel on top of a black shirt with some kind of presumably emo band on it. He looked very emo, like dude, this isn't the early 2000s. 

"Class may I have your attention for just a minute! We have a new student! Can you introduce yourself?" 

Suddenly the whole class looked up to see this new guy, they all stare at him, waiting for him to say something and honestly, I feel bad for this poor emo dude at the front of the room with at least 30 other teenagers starring at him, must be uncomfortable.

"M-my name is Keith, Keith Kogane," He says ", I transferred from a different school to this one."

"Very cool Keith! Now, I want you to sit..." She squints at us and sticks out her finger, swirling it around the empty desks. 

I'm hoping he doesn't sit next to me because I dont want him getting in the middle of Lotor and me, it would be a hassle and he shouldn't have to get in the way of my problems. But I'm also praying he does so he might help me or even try to become my friend. That's not very likely though because Lotor and his gang will probably get to him first.

"Right there Keith! Next to-" 

Please don't be me please don't be me please don't be me please don't b-

"Lance! The one with the blue hoodie on. Lance, raise your hand so Keith can see."

Shit.

I raise my hair just up to my face and looked down. A few kids start giggling and whispering but that was usually how it went.

The teacher turns around and heads to her desk, I'm guessing to grade papers or something. 

Keith makes his way to my desk and I hear from one of the other students, "have fun sitting next to the faggot."

Oh boy here we go.

Keith's POV

So already after walking into the door of my first class Im greeted by a weirdly happy teacher, a class of bullies, or at least mean people, and a lonely looking boy who everyone is picking on, great. 

I'm walking to my new seat when I hear one of the kids whisper to me, "have fun sitting next to the faggot," and I just ignore him.

I get to my seat, sit down, and look over at the boy, who name is apparently Lance. "Hi, nice to meet you," I spoke, "How are you?" I look Lance's eyes as he replies, "could be better, nice to meet you too." He gives a small smile. 

I look over to find a group of people laughing at him and holding up a paper that says, 'KYS fag'. I look over at him to see that he is reading the paper, too. 

I instantly see his somewhat happy expression turn into a sadder, more hopeless look. I tap on his shoulder to ask him if he's ok. He flinches a bit at my touch and turns around. He quickly responds with, "It's fine, this happens everyday. Hell, I barely even care anymore." He gives out a small giggle. 

I feel my face hotten a bit. Am I really crushing on this boy I met 10 minutes ago?

 NOT NOW GAY THOUGHTS.