#mcclain lance

In all his life, Lance would’ve never thought he would be blackmailed.  Well, considering his life only consisted of 17 mediocre years so far, he doesn’t think that last statement has much weight to it.  But still.

His eyebrow twitches as he pulls the notebooks out of his locker and into his backpack, trying to physically distance himself from the asshat next to him as fast as humanly possible.  

“It’s not that hard to understand, really,” Lotor tells him as he tries his best to nonchalantly lean against the tan colored lockers, “I just need you to help me hook up with Allura.”

Lotor, as charming as he looks at first glance, was the physical manifestation of a migraine.  Not really too popular but not too dorky either, Lotor stood exactly in the middle of the high school totem pole.  The guy made it his personal goal to compete with Lance for the position of class clown ever since the 5th grade. They were juniors in high school now, seriously.  They weren't even supposed to be in the same grade, honestly!  It was only because Lotor had a birthday that fell in exactly on the school district's first day of classes, which meant that Lotor had a 50/50 shot of being in Lance's class or the senior class above them.  One could say the unfortunate luck Lotor had in first grade foreshadowed the future, being in the situation they were in right now.

“Why the hell would I do that?”  Lance rolls his eyes, tossing his English textbook into his backpack with more force than probably necessary.

“Because I know about your emails.”

Lance freezes, his blood running cold as his eyes flash up to Lotor.  He never thought he could muster up such a strong urge to punch someone before.  He averts his gaze to the other students roaming the halls, but luckily everyone else was so busy fleeing to the cafeteria for lunch break they couldn’t spare any second glances over to the two of them.  

Trying to act as casual as he could, Lance scoffs as he closes his locker, “What are you even on about?”

It’s Lotor's turn as he rolls his eyes, “Between you and Red?  Honestly, you should log out of the library’s computers after using them if you’re so intent on emailing your gay boyfriend at school.”

The heat rushes to Lance’s cheeks, whether through embarrassment or rage he doesn’t know, but the next thing he does is grab Lotor’s arm and drags him into the nearest bathroom.  Lotor doesn’t seem surprised, the little fuck lets himself be pulled along like they were friends or something. When the door closes behind him, Lance lets go of now-wrinkled fabric to look through the stalls for any lingering boys.  Lance thanks the gods that it’s only the two of them. Or maybe, he should curse the gods for putting him in this position in the first place.

“How much did you read?”  Lance asks, the aggression clear in his voice and posture with his clenched fists.

“Enough.”  Lotor answers, picking underneath his nails, as if this was just another conversation between them about annoying class assignments.