I Love You Keith

Lighten the Fuck Up

Keith POV 

When Iverson said we needed to talk, I knew I was in trouble. "Keith, have a seat." He said. I glared at him "I'd rather stand." He sighed, sitting in his chair "Fine. Have it your way. Do you know why I held you back?" "No." I said, crossing my arms. "Keith, I held you back because of your recent, ah, issues. I understand that Shiro's... passing, has affected you. Greatly. But even with the circumstances, you should still be performing well in ALL of your classes. If I'm not mistaken, you're at the top of your flying class, right?" I nodded "Yeah. What does this have to do with anything?" Iverson sighed "Keith, if you can do well in that class, you should be able to so well in your other classes. If your performance in your academics doesn't improve, we might have to suspend you from your flying class." "WHAT?" I yelled, dropping my arms. "I'm sorry Keith, but its true." "You can't do that! I NEED to be in that class." "Keith, I understand. Its how you feel close to Shiro. But if-" "No ,it doesn't being me closer to Shiro. And you have no fucking idea what its been like. He was the only fucking family I had, and cause of you people dumb missions, he's GONE!" Iverson stood. "WATCH YOUR TONE CADET!" "NO, I WON'T FUCKING WATCH MY TONE YOU ASSHOLE! FIRST YOU PEOPLE TAKE MY BROTHER, NOW YOU TAKE AWAY THE ONE THING I'M CONSTANTLY GOOD AT! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" "SHUT YOUR MOUTH CADET!" Iverson yelled. Then he sighed "Look, Keith, I'm sorry, but part of being enrolled here is keeping up your grades. I have to suspend you until you bring them up again. And your dicipline issue isn't helping either. Now go. You won't get another warning." I started walking out. "You know, I never had to give Shiro any warnings. He was a good student. Try and follow in his footsteps. He'd be disappointed in you if he saw you now." Iverson definitely knew how to make me mad. I turned and grabbed the nearest thing I could find and threw it at him. "JUST LIGHTEN THE FUCK UP!" I roared.

The object made contact, hitting Iverson in the face. "AAHUG! KOGANE, GET OUT IF MY OFFICE NOW! YOU'RE EXPELLED!" He yelled, holding his eye. "Fine. I don't want to be here anymore anyway." I spat, walking out.

I immediatley went to my room, and started packing my bags. As I did, I grumbled about Iverson. "Stupid son of a bitch.." I shoved a shirt in my bag. "Being an asshole.." Closed the first, now for the second. "Overreacting.." Shoved blanket in, along with my phone charger. "Fucking expelled." I was about to put my red jacket in my bag when I stopped. I had been expelled. I couldn't be in class at the Garrison anymore. No more flight simulator, no more seeing Adam everyday, no more hanging out with my friends after class. Oh god. My friends. James. No more seeing James everyday. No more bedtime cuddles or goodnight kisses. No more stolen touches, secret looks. And he was supposed to stay with his dad this summer, so I wouldn't see him then either. I looked at the jacket in my hands. It was the one he had given me for Christmas. I held it in my ring hand. James had given me one of these. Would he ever give me anything again? What if by getting expelled, I had ruined our relationship? No. I couldn't lose James. I wouldn't. I'd just have to sneak in. And next year, he could come and go as he pleased. We'd still be able to be together. We'd make it work. I sighed, and put the jacket in my bag, zipping it shut. I threw it over my shoulder and grabbed the other one. When I opened the door, I found a very mad looking Adam. "Expelled Keith? Really? And then you threw a lamp at Iverson? What were you thinking?" He asked, looking down at me dissaprovingly. So that's what I had throw at him. A lamp. And I had said "Lighten the fuck up." Huh. It was kinda poetic. But now wasn't the time for that. I hung my head "I'm sorry Adam. I didn't mean to." He sighed. "I know. But what's done is done. Come on. You can say goodbye to your friends, then I'm driving you home. I'll be trusting you to be alone for the next few days. Think you can handle that?" I nodded silently. "Good. Now, how are you going to explain this to James?" I shrugged. "I don't know. I'll wing it." Adam nodded. "Alright. Let's go."

We headed towards the lounge room, where we found James and the others, minus Lance. When they saw us, they stood. "Keith, what happened?" Hunk asked. "I got expelled." I said bluntly, and all their faces fell. James was the worst of them. He looked heartbroken. He sat back down, almost falling into his seat. He was probably thinking the same things I was earlier. No more kisses or cuddles. Or seeing each other everyday. His normally bright eyes filled with sadness. "Really?" Kinkade asked, and I nodded. "Really. I have to leave today." He nodded, and stepped forward to hug me, which I graciously accepted. "I guess this is goodbye." He said, pulling back.  I nodded. "Yeah, For now. I'm sure I'll see you again." I then hugged Veronica, Rizavi, Ina, Hunk and Pidge, saying goodbye to all of them. 

Then I came to James. He stood and wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly and close. I squeezed him, not wanting to let go. "Do you really have to go?" He asked, voice wavering. "Yeah. I do. I'm sorry." I answered. "Dammit. This year just can't give us a break can it?" He said, pulling back. I shook my head. "I guess it can't." His eyes met mine, and I swear I could hear my heart breaking. He looked so sad and pained. Like he wanted to cry. "I'm gonna miss you." He said. I nodded, feeling myself tear up. "I know. I'll miss you too." I pulled him into another hug. "Just have fun, okay?" I said. "That's gonna be hard without you." He said, pulling back. I smiled softly. "I'm sure you'll be fine." I kissed him softly on the lips and he pulled me closer, kissing me harder before finally pulling away. Then I  stepped back, holding his hand for as long as I could before it fell out of my grasp. Then I turned and walked away, Adam following me. I could feel all of their eyes on me, watching me as I left, possibly for the last time.

I wiped my eyes, trying as hard as I could to leave my tears unshed, but when we got in the truck, they all came flowing out. I cried, hard. Adam rubbed my back and held me silently, not sure what to say. And frankly, neither did I. This year had been the worst of my life, and I was only 17. Life just fucking hated me.