ALTEA HIGH SCHOOL- OCTOBER 25th, MONDAY
A group, consisting Shiro, Matt, Pidge, Lance, Hunk, Shay, Allura, Romelle, and Keith, sits at their usual lunch table, listening to Pidge angrily rant and scream
Pidge: I deserved that A+! She hits her fists against the table I did the extra credit, and instead, I get shit!
Allura: Pidge, a ninety-four percent on a test isn't shit, it's still an A.
Pidge: She gets in Allura's face No! It is a sign of weakness, and I am not weak!
Lance: Tell that to the gym teacher.
Romelle and Matt laugh at his joke, but Pidge isn't amused. She elbows Matt in the stomach, and he doubles over in pain
Matt: Never do that again!
Shiro: Okay, okay, enough. Break it up, you two.
Pidge: Fine, dad. She sits back down
Shiro: Why do you always call me that? I'm eighteen.
Hunk: You do carry snacks in your backpack when we forget our lunch money.
Keith: You are the oldest.
Allura: And that white streak of hair does make you look mature.
Shiro: Your hair is all white! We should be calling you 'grandma'.
Allura: Well, I make it work. She looks to RomelleDon't I, sweetie?
Romelle: Rests her head on Allura's shoulderYes darling, your hair is lovely.
Allura: I know.
The rest laugh at the couple's cute behavior, but this is cut short when Nyma saunters over to their table. Once again, she's wearing her very revealing tank-top that none of the teachers even care to point out
Lance: Ugh. Not her again.
Shay: Lance, didn't you two break up in the eighth grade?
Lance: Yep. But she still seems to think we're together.
Keith: Well clearly, she hasn't met me. He wraps his arm around Lance
Nyma: Hey Lance~ She runs her fingers through his hair, much to his annoyance
Lance: Hi Nyma... He sighs when she doesn't leave Did you need something?
Nyma: Well, now that you mention it. How about a nice candle-lit dinner? She removes Keith's arm from Lance, and replaces it with her's much to Keith's anger And maybe later, a little "fun" at your house.
Lance: Nyma, in case you didn't know, we broke up in the eighth grade, and I started dating Keith our sophomore year.
The blonde shoots a glare at Keith, and he returns the look
Nyma: Well, when you're done screwing with him, you have my number. She walks away, her perky ass swaying side to side
Lance: No I don't. Smirks I deleted her number.
Matt: Wait, why did you break up with her? Keith looks slightly offended by the question I'm just asking!
Lance: She had... Different ways of showing her love. One of them was tying me to a pole while she went shopping.
Shay: She actually did that?' I thought that was just a rumor.
Lance: No, it's true. I was there for like three hours!
Hunk: Ooh! I remember that. I was walking by, and found you.
Keith: Well, I promise that I'll never do that to you.
Lance: Well, I wouldn't mind being tied to a pole if you were the one- Keith cuts him off by planting kisses on his neck in a seductive manner Keith, not in front of everyone
Keith: Muffled Don't care.
Shiro: Okay! Save it for later, you two.
Lance: Okay, we'll do it at your house, after school.
Shiro: How about your house? Y'know, someplace where I can't hear you from downstairs?
Pidge: You can always do it at my house! I wouldn't mind listening to that. Her grins surpasses the Cheshire Cat's
Lance/Keith/Matt: No!
Lance: We're not gonna satisfy your werid yaoi-centric mind.
Pidge: Come ooooonn! She gives Keith and Lance her pleading puppy-dog eyes
Keith: No.
Matt: I don't feel like listening to them pound it all night, sis. He puts his hands up like he's pinned against a wall and has a pleading look "Oh! Ooh! Keith! Harder, please! Oh God! Just like that. Harder!"
Romelle: ... She pushes her lunch tray away from her And suddenly, I'm not hungry anymore. Thanks a lot, guys.
Lance: Yeah, and we haven't done anything yet.
Pidge: Prude!
Lance: Pidge, once again. Catholics are not prudes!
Before Pidge could strike back with another one of her award-winning comebacks, the bell rang, and the group went their separate ways and went to their second to last class
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