Why am I here? (klance highschool au)

Chapter Seven

Sorry about the last part of the previous chapter, I got really lazy on it.

Yeah I still suck at writing this shit...

Moving on:

~~~previously~~~

That voice...

"Lance?"

Everything went black.

*Lance's POV*

What the fuck am I saying? Of course he is not okay. He is in a pool of his own blood and one the floor unconscious. WAIT WHAT?!

"KEITH!!?" I yell running over to him. I grab him and shake him trying to get him to wake up. "Shit shit shit..." I say over and over. School hours were over and I don't know what to do. I don't want to call a hospital because I don't want to take him unwillingly but I might have to.

"L- Lance, why are you crying?" A voice ask. I look down at Keith to see him magically awake. Wait, crying?

"Omg, Keith are you okay? What happened to you? Who did this to you? Was it that dude who gave you the bloody nose this morning? He's so dead..." I just keep rambling until Keith stops me by yelling my name.

"Lance, calm the fuck down, okay? Thanks for all the concern but I don't need it. This is nothing compared to his previous ones." Keith says mumbling the last part making it really hard to hear him say it.

"Keith what do you mean by-" "Can you just help me home. I don't want your sympathy, okay? Just stop..." He says looking his voice at the end. I just look at him in shock. Where did that come from?

"Umm, I guess I can drive you to your place but I want to help you get cleaned up first." I say walking over to him to help him up. "I can stand on my own. Don't want to dirty your perfect hands." He says shoving my hand away, trying to get up but only to fall right back down.

The only thing he say is "damn it", than holding out his hand to me. I take it helping him up to him feet and put this arm around my neck.

*Time skip*

*Keith's POV*

Turns out this mother fucking is more of a classic fuck-boy than I thought. He has a fucking blue mustang and not the cheap old ones. BRAND NEW, WTF???

Calm down Keith, if it wasn't for this boy you would probably be dead back there, which I mean is kind of what I want but not in a school.

"Um sorry for blowing up at you earlier. I just never have had good history with popular people, or people in general. I was kind of already on the edge of mental break down and flip out so I guess my body had it's own way of taking that out. I should really be thanking you I guess." I say looking back out the window. I couldn't help but feel even more like a huge mess up for not even being able to control anything I did. Wow, I am a fuck up, aren't I?

"Listen Keith, I don't know what the hell happened, but I do know was that somethings not right with you. I may not know you incredibly well but I can just tell something's not right. It's like your not... you. Like you haven't been you for a while." He just sighs coming to a stop at a stop sign. (Just to put this out there STOP SIGNS ARE NOT FUCKING PENTAGONS!!! THEY HAVE EIGHT SIDES AND THAT MAKES THEM A OCTAGON!! Sorry there is this kid in my math class who called a stop sign a pentagon and a triangle a trapezoid.)

"I know this may sound rushed or something but can I stay at you house for tonight? I want to get to know you, the real you. I don't know what it is but for some reason I just feel like I have to be there for you or at least protect you. So can I?"