Hey, I'm back with another chapter. Note that this chapter is unedited and feel free to tell me so I can note what I can try to fix. ^^
Lance was caught in a trance all that ran through his head was Keith, Keith, Keith. He only realized he was transfixed once he had to be snapped out of it from his friend Hunk after 1st period had already ended, "Lance buddy? You okay? You've been staring dreamily at the front of the room for like forever, your going to be late for 2nd period."
"Wouldn't that make two of us?" Lance asked, still looking a little dazed when he looked up to his friend who had his backpack slinged on his shoulder. Hunk gave a sheepish smile, "Well, I wanted to make sure that you get to classes safely, so I thought I'd walk you to your next class."
Lance returned a heart warming smile to his friend, deciding to subside the thoughts he had on that alpha to the back of his head for now. Walking the halls with Hunk, keeping the giddy feeling he felt when passing the supposed alpha at a down low, with a friendly smile as they conversed and caught up on their lives. Eventually, they had split to go to their separated periods.
Then second period begins.
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The hours went on and on that day till it came to lunch where Lance got to meet back up with his friend Hunk, he even invited Pidge along having had shared the class before this lunch period. Once at a table, it seemed that Pidge and Hunk started getting along instantly which was a good thing. Noting that he can invite at least two friends to his place one day. The only thing that seemed off, was that Pidge and Hunk seemed to already look like they've been close for like forever. Though, it could be possible. Afterall, Hunk and Pidge have probably in public school since day one, while Lance was stuck being at a private school. Though his suspicion of his two friends quickly subsided, when Lance caught site of Keith––the alpha he's been practically been daydreaming about since he saw the guy––sitting at one of the big round tables where all the football players seemed to be gathered. He sat next to, who Lance would assume was his friend, a masculine man with a part of his hair bleached white in the front that sort of just fluffed up. Now Lance fully indulge at looking at the alpha from afar wondering what kind of things the other talked about with his friends. Pidge seemed to catch onto his look because he was pulled out of his trance with her lightly poking him with the back of a spoon.
"Hey, what you gawking at new kid?" She asked, with a sly smirk crossing her face.
Being caught off guard by the question, Lance kind of froze for a couple seconds before responding, trying to sound convincing, "Nothing."
Lance knew it wasn't very convincing with the way Pidge lifted an eyebrow at him with a smirk before glancing to Hunk like she was silently having a private conversation with him. Hunk only giving her a shrug with a sheepish smile. She dropped her eyebrows into a furrow as her gaze went back to Lance who was now presenting a nervous smile while fiddling with his fingers. Releasing a sigh in defeat after being stared down from Pidge Lance finally gave in to telling her who he was looking at.
"The mysterious mullet boy?" Hunk was the first to react with a surprised look on his face when hearing the news. Pidge's smirk that she had held up for the longest time slowly fading––which got Lance worried––as she sighed sipping her juice packet from its straw.
"What is there something wrong with that?" Lance asked, glancing over back to the table where Keith sat, nervously. Though his question was short lived when he saw Allura, the girl who toured him around the place, sit right next to Keith giving the other a sweet peck to the lips. Oh...Lance thought a frown presented on his face as things started to click. Well, Pidge has been here longer then he has, of course she would know that Keith already had a girlfriend––who's a beta but no matter. This occurrence however, wasn't going to bring Lance down, not now at least. It was a little mere crush at first site! No big deal! It's only the first day of returning to the world of people with secondary genders that wouldn't just be the same as his. There's plenty of other fish in the sea.
He wasn't going to let himself get disappointed.
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By the end of the day, Lance found himself sitting on the outside bleachers that surrounded the football field where football practice was going on. He was there out of request from one of the cheerleaders he had a class with, Nyma. Apparently, they've been looking for more male omega's to fill in open cheer positions, and Lance despite his lengthy legs––that may or may not add much on his weight–– looked like he could perfectly fill in as one of the flyers. To which he heavily inclined to doing. He's never really done any sports other than pool volleyball in the backyard with his family, so he thought once the opportunity of joining an actual sport he couldn't waste it. Plus, he liked Nyma, he thoughts she was cool even if at first he thought he could have something with the beta only to find out soon after that she had her eyes out on Rolo who he's presently found to be quite the looker. He couldn't blame her.
Meanwhile, as he was waiting for Nyma's cue to escort him to the gym where they were holding cheer tryouts. He decided to catch a look at the football players who were aggressively practicing with block dummies and throw/catch kind of exercises. Lance chuckled every once in awhile when it looked like one of the players did something funny, like suddenly bursting into dance or something. That was when he saw Keith again. Of course, it was once they were taking a break and he had discarded his helmet to pour water over his head. Lance's heart thumped in an alarming rate watching the hot teen as water dripped down the others neck, drenching part of his jersey. Lance openly sighed to himself, "To bad he has a girlfriend the-"
"Who has a girlfriend?" A deadpan voice––they sounded like a girl–– asked, interrupting him, from below the tanned teen, catching Lance in surprise and jerking.
"Uh...no one," Lance said, trying not to sound to nervous. Though it seems like whoever his trespasser was didn't believe him. Taking that the girl snickered a little almost like she was saying 'Yeah Right' he could practically hear her roll her eyes. Then she was silent, and out of curiosity Lance leaned forward to look below his legs and the bleachers to see who had caught him red handed. He could barely pick out her figure considering she blended in the shadows the bleachers provided, only a few light streaks revealed to show the top of her hair that appeared black. He only noticed he was staring when he caught a glance of her dark purple eyes from her lifting her head to look him in the eye, and with that he swung his head back up getting a little dizzy from the action. I guess before his head could fully still the girl must have left below the bleachers to come jump attack him or something because he distantly heard footsteps below him leaving the area, Unless she's leaving for good now. He thought to himself, only to be proven long because when he went to checking below the bleachers again the same voice came again, but from in front of him.
"You don't have to stare," She mumbled nonchalantly, sitting herself beside him as he had jumped from startlement again.
"Geez you don't know how to approach someone without scarring the fuck out of them do you?" Lance responded with what sounded like slight amusement in his voice.
"Hm, I guess." She said, not sounding bothered by it.
Lance turned himself to get a better look of her now that she was under the sun, finding her to look familiar in some way. Though, he's never met the girl before so he hasn't a clue where he could of seen her, but she looked to actually have her hair in a ombre, black to rose pink. He could tell she had thin hair with how the pig buns that loosely held her hair up in the back, though he had to admit her choice in clothing was...not that good. It looked like she was very badly trying to blend in with forest green trees with her whole body, besides the rocky grey scarf she wore that totally didn't compliment the rest of her outfit. After awhile, of low-key judging the girl Lance brought himself to finally ask, "So...who are you anyway?"
She only glanced toward Lance with a already bored out looking face, "The names Kaari. I'm a freshmen who usually snoops under the bleachers waiting for my idiotic brother to finish practice." So that might have been added information that Lance didn't ask for, but from the looks of her he could already tell that she probably wasn't very good at conversation, "Who are you? Why are you sitting alone on the bleachers?"
"Lance, and I was just waiting for when I'll be called in to tryout as a flyer on the cheer team." Lance explained, pulling out his charming smile at her. She was unphased.
It looked like Kaari was just about to say something when she was cut off with , "Hey, Kaari, instead of just sitting there can you get the water jug ready? Practice should be ending pretty soon." Lance almost instantly span his head to look at the familiar voice, when he found it was Keith––who looked a bit annoyed grumbling at Kaari who in response had talked back to him.
It was then that the same man Lance noticed sat by Keith at lunch stepped up behind Keith with a friendly smile, being just as out of breath as Keith was, and patted the mullet's shoulder. Turning his smile over to Kaari, with just a few words he had Kaari slumping in defeat, "We'd appreciate it if you could."
"Fine," Kaari groaned dragging the word out, as she stood up walking past Lance to get herself off the bleachers to grab the cart that held the water dispenser. Lance was surprised she pulled the thing like it was nothing, since it looked like it would be heavy for her, though it might just be her skinny arms that eluded him into thinking that. It took a moments notice for Lance to realize he had caught the two alphas on the other side of the fence's attentions.
"So your the new kid?" Keith asked, with a bit of gruffness in his voice. This sent shudders down Lance's spine, having this man talking to him––not to mention that amazing smell of Keith's was getting to Lance. Dammit, why Keith? Why do you of all the people in the school have to smell the greatest, even the man right next to you can't compete with your smell! Lance was finally jolted out of his thoughts when he realized he hadn't replied, but even if majorily delayed Lance still responded awkwardly and nervously with:
"Yeah." Which drew out a unexpected chuckle out of both the alphas thrilled to have seen the cute shy being omega. Though Lance wouldn't be shy for long.
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Not to long after that Nyma had finally came out to get Lance to drag him into the schools gym, and he learned that the other guy next to Keith was named Takashi Shirogane (but most people just called him Shiro––with Matt being the only excuse to call him Takashit). Along the way Nyma had also briefed him on some of the cheerleaders, like which ones where the drama queens, the gossipers, and what not. Allura was the cheer captain, she with the coach Coran had formulated this cheer squad. Shay, being Allura's best friend, held the position of second at command even though she was most shy as ever, she's the sweetheart that Nyma told Lance that everyone could go to when they needed to talk about something. She was also one of the bases. Nyma based with Shay, and hopefully if Lance makes it on the team she would be basing Lance, she was also known at partly gossiping and being a drama queen in some situations she admitted. Ezor was the next level of gossiping, she gossiped like non-stop, but she was sweet and cheery and easy to get along with unless you messed with her friends. Zethrid, Ezor's butch girlfriend, was yet another base along with Acxa, they based Ezor. They needed at least 10 cheerleaders, and 4 have left them in either graduating the year before, chose not to cheer this year, or transferred to another school. Hence they're having tryouts to replace at the very least to fill in these 4 places. Nyma explained to Lance that trying out wouldn't be as hard as one might think it is, you just need to know your jumps, kicks, cartwheels, and handstands at the very least.
"Doesn't flexibility come into play too?" Lance asked, not because he isn't flexible he just was curious about it since he's never been in cheer before, go figure.
"Well, yes in some cases, but you don't have to be flexible to be a cheerleader," Nyma explained, then giving him brief details in what they'd be testing him with. Lance nodding when he understood. Then being brought into the gym almost instantly Nyma announced:
"Let the tryouts begin!"
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After the "apparent" tryout, that Lance had figured out was actually just a meeting to sign up for trying out, and that actual tryouts were next week which lifted some weight off his shoulders. He had thought he'd have to come up quickly with some kind of moves to prove his worth of being on the team. Thankfully, this way he had a week to prepare himself for the audition. Excited was a feeling he definitely had at the moment, so much of it in fact he didn't pay attention to where he was going in the hallways causing him to bump straight into someone. That someone Lance could tell––hint: they smell really good to Lance––was Keith.
Lance looked up at the alpha half aw-struck the other half telling him get away. Keith stared down at him almost expecting the other would push him off or something. He himself hadn't anticipated running into the omega like this. To break the silence Keith coughed sternly, "Um...you should watch where you're going." He scolded lightly, he was surprised he wasn't saying that in a more annoyed kind of way.
"R-right," Lance stuttered, having had to force himself to say something after breaking his gaze diverting it down, and oh how thankful he was to doing that; this way he could properly hide his tinted cheeks.
Keith nodded not knowing if he should really say anything else. Not to mention he was screaming internally to ignore his realization to that smell he had been smelling today. Realization dawned on him when bumping into Lance, that the omega was definitely the person that smell at been emitting from. The smell of the lingering scent of a rainy day. He loved that smell, but he hated to admit that the smell had been distracting him all day. He can't recall when he caught the scent, he figured he got a whiff of it when sitting in math class but he didn't think Lance was in the same class (Keith––sweetheart––he was sitting right behind you…). It was only a seconds notice when he found that he was still holding onto Lance's shoulders from their impact. Suddenly letting go he let one arm drop to the side while the other he had triangled with him sheepishly rubbing the back of his own neck, "Uh...see ya…"
Lance was trying to hold back a giddy smile that was threatening his lips, one because he didn't want to lose his cool around the alpha, and two––holy shit this hot ass shit is actually talking to me! Or at least somewhat, Keith obviously looked a little awkward trying to talk to him. Though he also looked like he was entranced with something. He wouldn't be able to tell when an alpha was clearly into his smell, plus even if he did he wouldn't believe Keith would really be into his smell with the other having a girlfriend and stuff. So without further ado, he gave a awkward wary smile and started his way out the schools front doors.
His father, who most referred by his middle name rather then his first, had promised he would pick up Lance after school, wanting to be the first one to ask how his day went. All Lance had to do was wait, and think about his encounter with Keith in the hallway. He hadn't realized he was daydreaming till he––for like the millionth time––was pulled out of it with the familiar smell and voice of someone who sounded almost conniving.
"Hey, Lance," Kent greeted, helping himself to sitting next to Lance on the waiting bench. Lance was a bit confused, since even if he did encounter Kent on the bus, he thought the other would also get back home on the bus as well. Unless Kent also was asked, or pre-planned, in an after school activity––that was a liable option. Though Kent didn't really look the sporty type with the gothic leathery clothes he wore. Lance was surprised this man was able to talk to that jock on the bus so easily. Though as the other seemed to be waiting for a reply, Lance finally answered with, "Hey."
"So, what has you staying so late after school? I'd thought you'd be riding the bus back home." Kent asked, now was it just Lance's imagination but did he feel like this particular alpha was going to try pulling something?
"I was offered to try out for the Altean cheer squad," Lance told him not seeing the point of really hiding it. Kent would find out anyway one way or another. Kent smiled at that in a way Lance wasn't sure if he should be uncomfortable or not.
"I'm sure you'd make a splendid cheerleader," Kent complimented, "being a pretty omega like yourself."
Lance was smiling bashfully at the start of what Kent was saying, but the last part he wasn't sure what Kent was thinking. Before he knew it, Kent was sitting strangely closer, clearly looking into Lance's eyes. Lance gave off a nervous chuckle when looking away feeling uncomfortable looking at the other at the moment. It was then that Lance's father had come to the rescue, but before Lance could really go to the waiting car Kent pulled his wrist to stop him.
"Wait, I needed to ask you something," Kent said, suddenly playing shy.
"What is it?" Lance asked in a hurry, not wanting to keep his dad waiting.
"You doing anything this Saturday?"
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