Midnight Skies.

Chapter One

February 9,

Lance wasn't a normal kid, he was popular, and he despised it. Many of the girls that he met in class asked him out or wanted to marry him, but it's not like he would. And this went on for a long time.

Lance strolled down the loud and crowded hallways of his school. People hustled about, chatting, spreading drama, petty stuff like that. He went to his locker, number 401. He entered in the code to open, but obviously it wasn't the right one. He tried once more, still not getting it. "Ah, welp, can't be that late can I?" He mumbled, as he finally entered the right code. His almost deserted locker opened up, two books on the right side, and a painted flower he made along with a place for his phone on the left. In the bottom is was one hundred percent empty, just space for his binder and backpack. He threw the slightly heavy backpack onto the ground, quickly getting out his binder and pencil case. He placed everything where it should be, one book, case, and binder with him, and everything else in the locker. He closed the metallic door and went across the hall to his class. Math, his most hated subject. His teacher wasn't that bad to be honest, he was quite funny actually. But still, he hated that class.

Math went off well, just a small quiz that he had to take, nothing that bad. Next was History, and he had some things he hasn't done yet. He completely forgot to do the homework. He went through the entire class period quickly finishing his notes. Lance didn't finish due to some girls bothering him, shame, honestly. The bell rang right as he put away his journal, he was glad it was over, but he didn't show it. Oh no, Lance would NEVER show emotions in front of people who he did not know nor like. That's his way, no socializing. Unless they approach you first.

As Lance walked down the noisy hall to science class, he bumped into another guy walking on the wrong side of the hallway. At his school, for safety reasons, there are two sides of the hallway, like traffic lanes. Lance ran right into this kid, like the idiot he thought he was. "I am so sorry... Sorry." He apologized. Lance tended to say sorry way too much, and his friends told him that many times. Or did he say that to himself? The kid he ran into grumbled and picked up his books, sending a soft glare to the ground. "It's nothing, I'm used to dropping my stuff." As the kid walked off, Lance noticed what he wore. Dark grey jeans along with a more light dark grey shirt. He had a small, red jacket on as well, along with raven black hair. "That's Keith, he's really grumpy. But he's nice when you get to know him." Lance turned to his right, seeing his friend Pidge. "Oh, hi Pidge, how do you know him? I've never seen him before and this is the final weeks of school." "Opposite team, McClain, opposite team." Pidge responded in a orderly voice. He let out a chuckle, since he had no other friends of his on his team it's difficult to catch up. " Welp, you go to your science class and I'll go to mine." Lance laughed, as Pidge walked into a classroom near the gymnasium. Lance walked on a bit further, past the gym and to the left, where the Choir class is. Right in front of him stood the science room door. Here we go.

It went off horribly. His class had a substitute instead of our actual teacher. Lance stayed silent for most of the period, but the sub was having difficulties controlling the class. The sub was trying to keep everyone from talking, which wasn't very effective. Still, Lance remained silent. Somehow the good class he was once in turned evil in a few seconds. As people scattered about, talking, Lance feel asleep, and that's not a good idea when you're in the front row.

Lance awoke almost immediately when one of his classmates was inches from his face. Another bratty girl wanting to ask him out to the dance that was coming up. The Valentine's Day Dance. "Yay he's awake!" The female yelled in a voice that already annoyed him. "Now then,  Lancey Lance will you dance with me at the dance coming up? I know you'll say yes!" Lance almost got up and left the school just from that remark. He was absolutely TIRED of people asking him out all the time. He didn't ask for popularity but here it is. "By the nine divines why would I ever dance with you? I mean, seriously, I don't even know your name." Yep, there he goes again, the master of breaking people's hearts. Lance always assumed that's what he was popular for. The girl's smile that was once there vanished in a instant, her eyes tearing up. Lance didn't feel guilty, not at all, he was just sick of everyone, that's all. The female ran off to her circle of friends, whining about how I didn't accept. Apparently that was Kate, Captain of the cheer team. Some guys around Lance chuckled, "Not losing your touch, eh McClain?" One said. "Mhm, yep. They never learn." Lance knew at some point he would feel guilty but he never knew if that point would come.

The bell rang. Finally.

After music class, which was extremely boring, now was, well, basically we can do whatever now. Lance exited the school, walking to a nearby place just to get some food. As he was walking, he noticed someone, someone familiar. Yep, it was him, Mr. Mullet. Lance couldn't help but choke out a laugh. It was pretty mean though. Lance raced up to Keith, starting off a conversation immediately. "Hi I'm Lance McClain and I wanna be your friend."