A/N I know that the video has absolutely nothing to do with the story, but I liked it! Credit to  starshipslytherin on YouTube. 

I ran down the hall, my hair flying and my face red from blushing. He was so-so-so 

Enchanting

My blush deepened and all I thought about was finding a hiding place. I ignored the staring faces and a voice calling "WAIT!". I ran down the corridor and ducked around a corner, breathing heavily. I sighed and slid down the wall hugging my knees. 

Suddenly I fell backward and landed on my back with a crash. I yelped in surprise when a hand leaped out of no-where and covered my mouth. The owner of said hand hissed at me to: 

"Shut up!"

As I did so, the hand left my mouth but remained close. I looked around, rubbing my head and mumbling inaudible words. 

"What the hell?..." I whispered, trying to make out a shape in the darkness. Staring up at me with a laptop on his lap, was a boy, looking slightly younger than me, but only by height. 

"That was what I was going to ask you, what the hell are you doing in my hideout?!" The small boy whisper-hissed.

"I fell dumb ass" I grumbled awkwardly.

He sighed and shifted the laptop to his right side, away from me. The room we were in was tiny, and the locker I had fallen through was the door. He stared at me for a minute and pushed his glasses up his nose.

"I'm Katie, but everyone calls me Pidge" He- She- extended an arm in greeting.

"Wait, Katie?!"

"Yeah, I'm a girl, everyone thinks I'm a boy though"

"Oh," I felt kind of stupid. "Well, eehh, I'm Keith!" I took the extended arm and shook it. "So, what are you doing in here?"

"It's my hideout. I come here before school to just, be alone really." She shrugged. "The only people who know about this place is me, Hunk -she blushed- Lance and my brother Matt.

"Wait, what's your surname Katie?" I had an odd feeling in my gut.

"A) It's Pidge, only my parents call me Katie, B) Holt, why?"

"My foster parent Shiro is dating your brother, isn't he?"

"Yea, Matt is dating Shiro, I just didn't know he had fostered someone!"

I froze suddenly, "Wait, did you say, Lance knew about this place? Does Lance happen to be a really hot, eer, ocean-blue-eyed guy?"

"Umm, sort of...."

I groaned and sunk deeper into his jacket. As if on cue, Lace burst through the door -locker- into the little annex and began asking Pidge if she had seen a pale-ish, dark-haired, grey/purple-eyed guy when he froze, catching eye contact with me.

I slid down the wall and wished for either of two things to happen. I either wanted to shrink so small so that Lance would forget me, or I wanted the floor to swallow me hole.