Okay, I need to tell y'all something before we start - I am aware that I am making a mess of the rivalry in this fanfic. I DO understand that Lance's whole reason for making up the rivalry is because of his inferiority complex and whatnot and I will be getting into more detail on that whole character flaw in my other Klance fic. But this is a High School AU so everything is a bit more easy and I just want to establish a rivalry so we can move on quickly to the DEVELOPMENTTTTTTTT

Okay, daz it, story time

Tuesday, 8th of January

~ Keith ~

I was sitting in my seat and minding my own business before class started the next day when someone sat down in the desk beside mine. I blinked in surprise and turned my head to see who it was. That boy from yesterday, Lance or something.

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. "What are you doing?"

He gave me a grumpy look back. "Believe me, it wasn't my choice. The girl who usually sits here can't see the board and the teacher told me to swap places. But listen, I didn't want to, so don't go getting any ideas or anything!"

"Yeah, sure." I went back to staring out the window. "Whatever."

"I'm still very mad about yesterday!"

"You started it."

"No, I didn't! You started it by cheating!"

"I didn't cheat, I just gave you a shove."

"I could have died!"

"You know, sometimes it's better to keep your mouth shut and give the impression that you're stupid than open it and remove all doubt."

He started to say something but then stopped and tried to process my words. "Was that an insult?"

Oh, honestly.

The history teacher then walked in, some crazy lady called Miss Miller. I'd only had one of her classes and I already despised that woman. She was way too strict and was the kind of idiot who'd give lectures about wasting time for the whole lesson. However, at that moment I abandoned all dislike for her because Lance actually shut up and just glared at me. Peace and quiet. Finally.

After five minutes of Miss Miller screaming at some guy for chewing gum in her class and another five of her screaming at some girl who'd asked if we could listen to some musical about some dead person called Hamilton or something, she began writing notes up on the board. I yawned and began tipping my chair back. Why bother writing all that stuff down?

Someone suddenly kicked me in the leg. I stopped myself from yelping out in pain just in time and glared at Lance.

"What is your problem?!" I hissed.

He grinned. "I bet I can lean my chair back further than yours. You wanna do a contest?"

"No."

"If you win, I'll do whatever you ask. And if I win, you'll do whatever I ask."

I opened my mouth to say no again but then inspiration struck me. If I won, I could ask him to never speak to me again. Perfect.

I began tipping my chair back again and he did the same, his face twisted up with concentration. I rolled my eyes, just making sure to keep a tight grip on my desk. Lance was further back than me but that just meant he was going to fall and I'd win-

"Keith and Lance!"

We both jumped and Lance's chair fell to the floor with a bang. I had managed to keep a grip on my table.

"What in god's name were you doing?!" Miss Miller shrieked, rushing over and looming over him.

He looked up at her blankly. "A chair tipping competition."

"You what?!"

"A chair-"

"I heard you! But why on earth were you doing something so stupid?!"

"Because whoever won got-"

"Do not answer me back!" She then sighed irritatedly. "Are you hurt?"

He shook his head and got up. "I'm good."

She gave both of us a deathly glare. "If I catch either of you doing that again, it is straight to the principle's office! Do I make myself clear?!"

Lance nodded. I didn't move.

She turned around crossly and stormed back over to the white board. "So, as I was saying..."

As she blabbed on, I leaned over to Lance and whispered: "I win."

"No, you don't, that doesn't count! She threw me off guard!"

"But you said so yourself-"

"We're not done yet!"

I scowled at him. "You're a very sore loser, you know that?"

***

~ Lance ~

"I want you to really look at your partner and feel the vibrant strokes of your brush on the paper...channel your partner's personality into your strokes to bring out their true personality...and paint...paint...paint..."

Our hippy drippy art teacher continued walking around the classroom and saying weird stuff. We were doing portraits in art so I'd made another deal with Keith. Whoever drew the other one the best won.

I tried to focus on his face but he wouldn't keep it still. I sighed. "Stop moving!"

"I'm tryna paint! Look, I'm almost done and then you can stare at me all you want."

"Almost done?! But we just started!"

"I'm good at this kind of stuff so just shut up and let me do what I want."

"Fine!" This was actually good. If he was almost done, that meant his must have been really bad. I'd win for sure and that was all that mattered.

I looked at Keith again, trying to work out the proper way to draw his eyes. They were a weird colour, sort of dark blue grey but sometimes violet in some lights. But...they were nice eyes.

Actually...Keith was sort of...sort of cu-

"Okay, I'm done," he said, leaning back in his seat.

"Then sit still and look at me!"

And a few minutes before the class ended, I finished my portrait. "Okay, I'll show mine first!"

"Whatever."

I grinned and flipped it around. "Ta-da!"

Keith's eyes snapped wide open and he snatched the canvas off me. "What the heck is my hair meant to be?!"

"It's your mullet!"

"That's not what my mullet looks like!"

"Your hair is already dumb, I just really brought that out!"

He scowled at me and thrust the canvas back.

"Well, can I see yours?"

He picked his up and turned it around. "There."

He hadn't drawn anything. He'd just painted five letters.

I D I O T

I leapt up to my feet and clenched my fists. "What the heck is this?!"

"She did tell us to paint whatever we saw. I looked at you and saw that."

"I don't look like an idiot!"

"That's just what I see. This word shows the world everything they need to know about you."

"No, it doesn't, I am not an idiot!"

"Now...now..." the teacher breathed, prancing over. "We do not shout in my art class...we breathe...we live...we feel...we see the lights and colours...we feel the lights and colours...we are the lights and colours."

Keith blinked, looking confused. "I thought we were human."

***

"Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn!"

Pidge sighed. "What now?"

I kicked the lamppost as we walked past it. "He really, really pisses me off!"

"Who?" Hunk said.

"Who else?" Pidge grinned.

"Is it Keith?"

"Well done, Sherlock Holmes. Lance's new found obsession."

"In art, he didn't even try to draw my portrait, he just wrote the word idiot!"

Pidge's face lit up in amusement. "Did he actually?"

"It's not funny!"

"Okay, you have to admit, that is kinda funny."

"No, it's not!"

"Eh, I debate. You know, no one is forcing you to be obsessed with him."

"He's my rival!"

Pidge suddenly burst into a coughing fit. "Cough cough, boyfriend."

Hunk giggled and she grinned up at him. I stamped on her foot. "Cut it out!"

She stomped on back on my foot, harder. For a tiny little titch, she's surprisingly strong. "Don't do that!"

"It's your fault for saying weird stuff!"

She simply smirked. "I'm just tryna tell the truth."

I scowled at her. I couldn't stand Keith in any way. Like him? Hilarious.

Still...I won't lie, trying to one up him was pretty fun.

__________

Absolutely no Dear Evan Hanson references were made in this chapter

Miss Miller is my Science teacher HUH HA

This chapter was ass and I'm sorry it gets better next chappie

ALSO MAJOR PROBLEM I CANT FIND A WAY TO PUT SHIRO INTO THIS AND I LOVE MY SPACE DAD SO SOMEONE PLZ HELP BUT HE CAN'T BE KEITH'S DAD OR BROTHER CUZ THEN THAT RUINS KEITH'S WHOLE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT IN THIS WHICH TOOK ME WEEKS TO WRITE SOMEONE HELP AND GIVE ME SUGGESTIONS FOR SPACE DAD