☆ S t a r d u s t ☆ A Klance AU

High School, Yikes

Thursday

POV: Lance

Lance was incredibly nervous. Last year he was in Miami, surrounded by nearly all of his family. He knew almost everyone in his school, and if he stayed there for high school he would have had a solid group of friends. But NOPE, because his parents decided to move all the way to California over the summer. Great, just great.

Looking at his new high school, he felt a sense of dread. Everything here was so different than Little Havana. Back home it was so urban, most people rented their homes, and the streets were littered with coffee shops and restaurants. Here it felt like all there was is endless suburban sprawl. Houses bordered the school, for god's sake. His mom assumed him different was good, and that Southern California was better for trans people anyways, but he missed eating with his family every Saturday at his abuela's restaurant. He missed walking down the streets of Calle Ocho with his siblings. He missed his friends. God, how the heck would he make friends?

Lance looked at his schedule for the hundredth time today. English was his first class, room 302. Ms. Keley.  Thankfully, there's a bunch of posters up on the walls to direct freshman and other newbies. 

Ms. Keley seemed nice. Her room was decorated with cheesy quotes and funky colorful art that sort of looks like some of the graffiti Lance would see back home. There was also one of those rainbow triangle safe space stickers on her desk. He sat down at an empty table and looked down awkwardly. 

A boy sat down in the seat across from him. Lance looked up at him. He had black hair, dark-colored eyes, and wore a red jacket.

No one else ended up sitting at the table. After the final bell rung Ms. Keley cleared her throat. 

"Alright everyone, welcome to English 9! I am Ms. Keley, and today we're just going to go over our curriculum and do some icebreakers."

A kid with short brown hair and round glasses raised their hand. "Uh, crap, I'm in the wrong class. I think they screwed up my schedule or something. Where's Mrs. James's room?"

"Well first let me see if your name is on my attendance."

"Uh, my last name is Holt. I go by Pidge though."

Ms. Keley nodded. "Well, it looks like there are no Holts in this class. Mrs. James is right next to me, room 307."

Pidge mumbled a quick thank you, grabbed their backpack, and rushed out the door.

Lance couldn't help but notice the genderfluid pin on Pidge's jacket. He'd never actually met a trans person his age before, not in person. 

"Well," Said Ms. Keley "I'd like for everyone to go around the room and say their name and one thing about them. We'll start with the table closest to me and go clockwise." She pointed to a guy with dark skin and a more heavy-set build.

"Uh, well I'm Hunk Garret and I really like cooking." He said, grinning.

Lance spaced out after that until the teacher pointed to him.

"Huh?" He said. A few kids chuckled.

"It's your turn." Replied Ms. Keley.

"Oh, uh, my name's Lance Mclain and, um, I know a lot about constellations."

the teacher skipped over the boy across from him. Lance wondered why.

Ms. Keley went over the curriculum for the year, which was nothing special. At the end of class, she cleared her throat. "I'd like to make an announcement before you guys go. I'm the teacher that supervises the Gender-Sexuality Alliance at this school. Our first meeting of the year is next week on Wednesday, anyone is welcome."

A few boys rolled their eyes at that. Lance looked away from them and zipped out the door. What if they're transphobic? He thought. He didn't care at his old school, because he had friends who stuck up with him, despite the jerks. But here he had no one. He'd never been to a GSA though, his old school didn't have one. Maybe he'd go to this one.

POV: Keith

Keith was thankful that Mr. Shirogane, well, Shiro, he insisted that Keith would call him Shiro, had handled everything with the staff. Being trans was hard enough, but being trans with selective mutism, where he couldn't correct a teacher on his name if he wanted to, that was even harder. But this year he was finally going to be Keith to everyone, he was finally going to get a fresh start. 

Even in PE, the bane of his existence, wasn't that stressful. He got to use the boys locker room, although he changed in the stalls.

The most nerve-wracking encounter Keith had was at lunch. A girl, one of his old friends, walked up to him and asked him if he was related to "Kallie". He couldn't speak. He felt so jittery and fragile that all he could do was shake his head and rush for the counselor's office.

He was already wishing he could have been homeschooled this year.

Hey, I usually don't write in third person(or past tense lol), so I'm strUggliNG, plz be nice