The Boy Next Door

Lance considered himself to be a good guy.

Sure he flirted with practically anyone who had two legs, but what was the point of having dashing good looks if he couldn't even use them? Despite all the flirting, he respected women and men for who they were personality wise instead of their looks.

So he didn't understand why Nyma was being such a -pardon his French- bitch when he approached her.

"Aw c'mon Nyma! You can't seriously think that Lotor has better hair and looks that I do!"

She shrugged and sent him a fake smile. "I believe what I do, Lance. Also, stop bugging me. I have places to be." With a peace sign she walked down the stairs in the direction of the school gymnasium while Lance just scowled.

"Stupid Lotor."

When retelling the story to his friend group later during their lunch period, Keith and Pidge burst out laughing. Hunk just sighed.

"Didn't she steal your wallet when you invited her to watch you at your swimming meet?"

"I told you Lance, Nyma is a bitch."

Keith chuckled. "I have to agree with Pidge, Lance. She's literally dated every guy in our year except Lotor. She's probably going for him next," he joked.

Pidge stopped laughing as an odd look came over her face, turning to look at Keith with a perplexed expression. "Did you just make a joke about Lotor that didn't involve killing him?"

Lance and Hunk both whipped their heads around so fast as they stared at Keith with those suspicious looks.

"Who are you and what have you done with Keith?" Asked Hunk while squinting one eye as Lance observed Keith.

Keith threw his arms up exasperatedly, eyeing Hunk with an incredulous look. "Dude, it's me, Keith! I am your friend!"

Standing up, Lance crossed his arms and pouted while in thought. "How can we be sure that you're the real Keith?"

Pidge snorted. "Check his hair since you're so obsessed with it."

Lance walked towards Keith, taking his hair in his fingers before inspecting it and letting it go. "Ugh, it is Keith. Same horrible mullet with strangely good hair texture."

"I don't know wether I should be offended or not."

Shiro sighed. "I feel like I'm watching a bunch of children."

"Shiro, we're teenagers. Emphasis on teen," supplied Pidge while skimming through her papers before groaning and throwing them up in the air.

Keith raised a brow, putting his juice down as he looked over at her. "What's wrong?"

Pidge frowned. "So you know how I'm doing that project with Lotor right?"

Keith nodded. "Yeah?"

"I'm trying to point out the flaws of his work that he gave me today which is the first part of our project because you know, we're supposed to write an at least ten page story-"

Lance gave her a look. "You're rambling." He said. She scowled at him.

"I know now shut up and let me continue. So before this asshole interrupted me-"