3rd POV
High school, the time where you begin to figure out who you're going to be, who you want to be with, and what your future holds.
Lance McClain, the heart throb of Garrison High. He was just a sophomore and was already pretty famous around the school. Him and his siblings ruled the Garrison, not in the "Mean Girl" way but for their humor and kindness towards their classmates. Everyone knows who Lance is, but they don't know everything.
Lance's POV
"Lance, avanza or I'm not giving you a ride to school." Veronica yells from the kitchen.
She gets on my nerves...
"I'm coming! Chill out, gosh." I say and immediately feel a threatening glare thrown my way. I tense up as I was trying to grab a granola bar.
"You NEVER tell a woman to chill out!!" She says with anger in her voice. I just nod and grab my granola bar, Rachel and Luis snickering in the background.
~Time skip~
As I got out of the car I hear two voices approaching me.
"Hey Lance!!"
"Hunk, Pidge. Wassup."
"Nothing much just lowkey wanna skip school and sleep." I hear Pidge groan.
"Pidge just because you're a genius doesn't mean you can just skip school." Hunk explains to them.
"Come on gremlin it shouldn't be that bad. Plus we can hang out with Veronica on the roof during lunch." I say with a teasing tone.
"I told you not to call me gremlin or I'll break your kneecaps, but fine I'll stay in this stupid hell hole."
We walked to the main doors and went to our first class, English.
~Time skip after class~
Pidge, Hunk and I went our separate to our next class. As I enter the art room, I greet the teacher and notice Rachel sitting in her usual spot.
"Hey Ray!" I say with my usual smile. I set my stuff down on the desk next to her.
"Hey, so do you know what we're doing today?"
"I heard that we were gonna start a water color project."
As I look up I notice a black haired guy come in through the door.
(Thas the first chapter idk if it's good I like it, let's see how this thing goes.)
Translations -
avanza=hurry up
आप पढ़ रहे हैं
What the future holds
फैनफिक्शन~High school, the time where you begin to figure out who you're going to be, who you want to be with, and what your future holds. ~ Lance was the high school heart throb. Keith was the quiet artist. What will happen when they meet? - - - - Trigger...
