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A tan hand reached for the handle of the last stall's door. Expression of a triumf danced on Lances face as he pulled down.
But... it was locked.
"Wait what" Lance stopped, confused for a second before remembering that this is infact a public bathroom. .. And? He needs to proof he really hooked up there, otherwise James wont believe a word he said.
Doesn't matter who's there, why's he there or whatever, he needs this door to open right now!
"Oh come on, really?!" Lance complains as he pulls on the handle once more.
What the fuck? What does he think he's doing.
Keith stares at the shaking door, listening to the other rambling as he finally realized who exactly it was. He had to deal with his annoying voice in the morning already, and now at lunch too? Great.
"Oh my god Lance, you don't have to take down the door to show me some stupid lip stain." James said as he stood beside Lance who still hasn't given up.
The door haven't stopped moving, but rather gained on some banging, making it echo loudly againts the walls.
"Just let me in okay? I need something in there and it can't wait. It'll be quick!"
Loud demanding words, loud pounding against the door.
Does it remind you of something?
Keith stiffened a bit, almost as if he was in that house again. He's not there, right?
Quickly, he composed himself. He's not there, he's in school, far, far away and there's an idiot banging on his door. Not him.
"You're making it hard when it doesn't need to be! Just open the fucking do-"
The door suddenly opens with a force Lance was not expecting, almost sending him to the ground.
"What the fuck do you want." Keith spits out with a harsh tone.
Lance freezes, eyes widen as he realizes whos standing there. Just his luck really.
He heard things about this dude, not really good ones. He's so getting his ass beaten.
"Now you're quiet? What was so important for you to barge in here and attempt to rip those doors out when CLEARLY someone's in there."
Shit-"Woah, okay sorry but I kind of need to show this mf next to me something soo, um thanks for coming out? hahah..."
Keith shot a glare Lances way, clearly annoyed and ready to land a punch in his face.
James doesn't wait around any longer and turns to leave with only a "I don't need another detention, have fun Lance. Jesus.."
"You're really gonna leave me here now? The whole reason we're here is because you couldn't believe that I get more chicks than you!" Lance shouted, but the words couldn't even get to James as he already left.
Lance turned to Keith again, waiting for what's he going to say next. But he can't resist himself from peeking behind the black haired boy, eyes searching for the mark he was so sure was still there.
"ugh, just get out of my way." Keith snarls and finally walks out of the stall, along with his things he put back in his backpack.
"Fine by me." Lance replies, trying to act cool even though he was so sure he'd have a fat lip by now. That guy sure had a reputation.
He only watched as Keith stomped out of the bathroom, leaving nothing behind but silence.
Wait, he's really going to leave just like that? Mabye I shouldn't listen to the rumors as much. Plus, I admit I acted maybe a bit unreasonable and, impulsive, maybe. I kind of would have desreved it.
Well whatever.
Lance walked in the stall, searching for the one thing that caused all of this.
And... after he checked every piece and corner of that small cabin, there wasn't anything remotely close to a lip stain.
Are you for real right now.
He banged his head againts the wall, reconsidering all of his life choices.
With a defeated expression, he walked out the bathroom as well.
Lovely, I just hope this doesn't come bite me in the ass, for all I know, Keith could be plotting on revenge right now.
And just like that, the bell rang, announcing that class is about to start again.