Broken fingers //Voltron high school AU

Part 17: Wrongfully accused

Note: woah an actual update? Who's she? Never heard of her? Anyways, this chapter contains some strong language. Also I looked it up and Hunk doesn't have a last name.

Finally. Finally, Keith could return to school. Lance had been so bored in class, that he thought of just skipping. Pidge and hunk had kept him from doing so, saying they needed him there for the science project. He didn't buy it, since he didn't have a science class, but he stayed anyways.

He had been flying under the radar recently with his parents, since they were so focused on Veronica and her going to college. Now was the perfect time to do things he normally wouldn't be allowed to do.

"I want a tattoo," Lance confided to Hunk and Pidge one day during lunch. They were outside on the ledge, and Lance was pacing in front of them.

"Can't help you there, buddy. My parents would kick my ass if they found out I was even endorsing the idea." Pidge shook their head as they opened the bagged lunch they always brought.

"Yeah, so would mine. Which I don't get, cause my dad has a bunch of tattoos." Hunk rolled his eyes

"Now, you want explosives and chemical shit? I'm your guy." Pidge winked.

"Ugh, no, I want ink and needles. Or a piercing. Something! Anything!!" Lance was dying for something exciting.

Lotor and his gang had been inactive lately, so there was no drama to talk about. All the sports teams were doing well, so there was nothing to complain about. It was the actual tiniest town on the face of the earth, so there was virtually nothing interesting that ever happened around their.

"Sometimes I want to move away just to get rid of my boredom"

"If you move away, I'll slit your throat," Pidge said flatly, opening up their laptop and beginning to work on something, "Ask Keith when he gets back tomorrow. He seems like the delinquent type." Pidge was always one for the snarky, sassy remarks

"Ugh, you guys are boring," Lance said jokingly. The bell rang, meaning lunch was over. Lance gathered his things and stood, heading for his next class.

In English, Lance sat near the back. He'd taken to doing so since life had gotten so painfully monotonous. He was doodling on a paper, ideas for the aforementioned tattoo. He wanted something to do with space. He'd been obsessed with space ever since six years old, when he couldn't figure out the remote and got stuck watching a documentary about the moon landing. Instagram supplied him plenty of ideas, but these were all done by expensive, far-away, tattoo artists. Hopefully he could find someone good at art, or a tattoo artist willing to tattoo a minor.

"Sorry to wake you, Lance, but the principal wants to see you," the teacher said. She was by the phone, setting it back into the holder.

"Oooooooh!" His friends from basketball called.

"Shut it," Lance smiled at them, standing and leaving the room. He wondered down the hallways until he reached the principal's office. Lance couldn't think of any reason the office would call him. Maybe he'd lost something, or his mother had dropped something off.

When he opened the door and went to the back, past the secretaries and guidance counselor's office.

To Lance's surprise, Keith was there. He was slumped in one of the chairs, his hair and clothes rustled, his nose bent and bleeding. Griffin was there to, his eye swollen. When Keith saw Lance, he halfheartedly saluted in greeting.

"Mr.McClain, please, sit," Mr. Zarkon said, his face stoic as ever.

"What...happened? Why am I here?" Lance asked as he closed the door and sat.

"Your friend here got into a fight with one of our top students, Mr. Griffin. Not even ten minutes back in school, and he's picking fights." Lance looked at Keith.

"He was being a dick to some freshman, so I hit him in the eye," Keith shrugged, speaking matter-of-factly.

"Profanity, Mr. Kogane!" Zarkon looked disgusted. He had pronounced Keith's last name wrong.

"Ko-gone-ay," Keith corrected, muttering.

"Ok, why am I here?" Lance asked, trying to dissolve the situation before it got worse.

Zarkon readjusted his suit and tie, "after a long conversation, it was revealed that the reason for Keith's absence was due to a fight which occurred a few weeks ago. I heard both sides of the story, and you are apparently involved. I'll later bring in Mrs.Holt and Mr.Hunk. For now, I'd like to hear what you think happened."

"Well, Me, Pidge, and Hunk went out late to the park to test a new camera Pidge got. We found Keith, basically half dead, in the snow, and we brought him to the hospital. He was pretty busted up. I don't know what would've happened  if we hadn't gotten there." Lance hated thinking about that night. He still remembered the raw fear that had torn through his chest.

"Hm..." Zarkon thought for a moment, "alright. You may return to class."

"Wait, that's it? Well, what are you gonna do?" Lance sat up, very opposed to being sent away.

"That doesn't concern you, Mr. McClain." And that was the end of the conversation. Lance scowled and stood, leaving the room in a huff.

He did head back to class.

***

Keith stood in the bathroom, gripping the porcelain sides of the sink. He stared into the mirror. Empty eyes stared back at him. He didn't know those eyes. There was nothing behind them, not even some deep sorrow or anger. The bridge of his nose was cut, and blood trickled from the left nostril. He'd been sent into the bathroom to clean himself up. He wanted to slam his fist into the mirror, to stop those unfamiliar eyes from looking at him, judging him. Hating him.

Turning his back to the mirror, Keith sat on the  sink ledge. He bit into his knuckle, harder and harder, until his eye watered. Drawing his hand away from his mouth, he looked down at his knuckles. The skin was split. He always did this. Instead of destroying something, he chewed and clawed away at himself.

Keith left the bathroom, after wiping the blood from his nose and applying the bandaid the nurse had given him. Empty halls. His shoes squeaked. Keith headed for the science class room.

Zarkon had given him a weeks worth of detention.

"You've been out of school for long enough, so I won't suspend you," he'd said.

When he went into the science classroom, he sat in his usual spot beside Hunk. Hunk has testified for him, though it didn't help much. Because Griffin associated with Lotor, the principal's son, he got off scotch free. It didn't matter. Keith would take care of it himself.

"Hey man, what happened?" Hunk whispered to him.

"Detention. One week."

"Oh, damn. I wish I could've helped"

"You did. It could've been two weeks detention." Hunk chuckles at that. The conversation ended there. Keith couldn't focus on whatever the teacher was saying.

He clenched his hands tightly enough that his finger nails bit into the skin of his palms.