Lance pouted at his assignment, it was only a week and a half since school had began and the assignments seemed to fill his time endlessly till finally he finished the last one.
"You know that's due in two weeks?" Hunk pointed out.
"I know!" Lance snapped, "I have work in an hour and a party to go to after that. I want to get a day and a half's worth of well needed sleep, stupid Mullet wakes me up every morning with that stupid door slam," just then the door across the hall slammed.
"See, he's always doing that," Lance glanced at his watch, "Shez, I gotta get to work. I'll talk to you later."
Lance grabbed his gym bag and headed out taking the quickest route to his job at "HeadStrong". The buildings around the gym were tall and grand but HeadStrong was beautiful. The tall white walls with simplistic designs seemed a weird place for the people who wanted to be "jacked". Lance rolled his eyes at the thought but threw open the door and walked in with a smile.
The blond girl behind the counter was picking at her nails and only looked up for a second before giving a broad smile, "Hi handsome, here to sign up for one of our classes or membership?"
Lance threw a grin on and walked with a cocky sway in his hip and leaned against the counter, "Hey beautiful, I'm actually a teacher here, today's my official starting day."
"Oh? What class?"
"Something that requires tons of upper body and core strength," Lance winked.
"Oh, that sounds exciting, hey Pretty Boy wanna grab a drink with me later?" She smiled, Lance almost lost his smile for a moment. That isn't my name...
"Yeah, love to, give me a time and a place?"
She picked up her phone and gave it to him, then he quickly typed in his number before giving her another wink before walking over to the staff sign-in in the back room hidden amongst boxes of protein bars. He slid his card in the slot waiting for the electronic beep before heading to the sleek silver elevators that were next to the side door to the pool/track area. He was excited to explore this place sooner or later.
"Male locker rooms are upstairs yeah?" Lance questioned himself out loud.
The girl nodded typing something in her phone with a grin painted on her lips. Lance shook his head and pressed the top floor button waiting for the ding that seemed to be taking it's time. As he rocked back on his heels he heard the front door open.
"Good morning Nyma," Keith's voice echoed happily as he greeted the blond with a smile.
"Good Morning Mr. Galra," she said in a monotone voice that was the opposite of how she greeted Lance. Lance already liked her.
"Please it's Keith. Is the running area still free for the next few hours?" Keith tried to put as much kindness as he could in his voice. He hated that she didn't like him, he wished he knew why. Probably because he shut down her flirting the first day he stepped in here. He didn't mean to be rude, he wanted to be kind. He wanted more friends in the states but somehow it was hard.
"Yeah, you seem to be the only person who uses that area besides that weird girl who thinks she's a mermaid," Nyma chipped at the blue on her nails as Keith pouted till the ding of the elevator ringed in his ears.
"Well I guess I'll see you later," Keith frowned as he moved towards the shiny doors that were slowly sliding open. Lance walked into the large opening and was about the rapidly press the polished "close" button but Keith was almost to the doors contemplating how to make Nyma happier with him.
Keith looked up for just a tick before looking back at his feet. Wait, Keith took a double take, "Pretty Boy?"
"Mullet," Lance muttered as he pressed the top floor, there was only three but that was already too many to Lance, Keith liked the options those. The track was his favorite mostly because Keith's backup plan was swimming and there was a large Olympic sized swimming pool in the middle of the track.
"I've never seen you here before, new member?" Keith pondered out loud.
Lance shook his head "I'm the new Aerial Silks teacher."
"That thing where you pole dance on a piece of cloth?" Keith quizzically gazed at the taller boy. It made sense to Keith, Lance had a body for dancing. Thin and fit but still light enough to hold himself up that high up in the air.
Lance scoffed, "Pole dancing? No! Pole dancing is hard too, all Aerial Arts are but aerial silks you have nothing holding you stable besides the ties holding the silk up! Running is so much easier!"
Just then the elevator shook and it didn't seem to want to move again, "Great! Just great!"
Lance flopped on the ground grumbling, Keith just smiled soft as he sat facing him. Lance pressed the buttons randomly.
"Ugh! Open, open!" Lance pleated and banged on the door.
"Seems we'll be here for a bit, well, hi Pretty Boy, my name is Keith Galra. I'm newish to the United States."
"Lance… ugh. The stairs are better."