Assertive: Having or showing a confident or forceful personality

Keith pov

First 10 minutes at this fucking school and I'm already sick of it. Thank god I'm only here for a month.
I found one of the many stairwells in the school.
I scanned up and down a hallway for a locker with no lock.
Nothing.
I turned another corner and walked down a long corridor. I finally spotted one. Right at the end of a row.
Thank god.
I spun the lock to its combo and clicked it open, looked inside the locker to see if there was gum or anything. Thankfully nothing but a rust spot and a few dents. I decided to keep my bag with me so I typed the locker number and lock combo into my phone notes and followed the directions to my class I had been given.
Shit, I was already half an hour late so when I enter the room people are going to stare.
Fuck I didn't think this through.
I'm not prepared to be starred down by a bunch of strangers.
I found the room and checked my time table 5 times over and over to make sure this was the right room and it was. Science was written above the room number.
I hadn't even bothered to look at the subject yet.
I took a sharp breath and turned the door nob.
The door unfortunately squeaked as I slowly opened it.
I cautiously stepped inside.
About 30 pairs of eyes were instantly on me.
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. The middle aged lady who was speaking to the class stopped as she saw me come in.
"Don't be shy, we won't bite" She said smiling warmly at me.
It made me feel at a little more at ease. "Uh I'm new" I said my voice hoarse then it cracked. Nice start Keith!
The teacher looked down at a clipboard she was holding.
"Keith?" She asked. I nodded giving her a weak smile.
"A little bit of an odd time to be starting at a new school huh?" She said.
"I really had no choice" I muttered. She chuckled.
"You can sit at the empty table next to you or go sit next to someone" She said. Without hesitating I shuffled over to the empty table 3 feet away from where I was standing and sat down quickly.
She resumed whatever she was talking about before I disrupted the class. I hesitantly looked around. A few people were still looking at me. I nervously shoved my hands into my jacket pockets. My right hand bumped into something inside. I grabbed it and pulled it out. I was looking for this!
It was my pin that I thought I lost during the move. It was rainbow and just flat out says "I'm gay" in big bold rainbow letters. I smiled to myself and pinned it to my right side above my heart.

Throughout the class I wasn't focusing at all on what my teacher was saying. I couldn't stop thinking about the guy that ran into me. He was just so attractive. The memory was sewed into my mind already and I traced over it again and again.
What am I even thinking?
He's probably straight.
What's my luck that he's queer?
Unlikely.

Lance pov

When second period came I was more than relived to get out of the fucking office.
I love being able to get out of Math like anybody with common sense would.
My second class was drama.
I shared it with my three other friends. My other two classes I didn't have anyone I wanted to associate with in them so I was alone for the second half of the day.
I practically raced out of the office making sure to wave goodbye to Ms.Diggs.
When I got to my class I pushed open the door and entered into the large room. Carpet covers risers on one half and flat floor on the other.
"There's the man himself!" I heard Hunk call as I entered the room.

I've known Hunk since first grade. He's been one of my closest friends my whole life.
He's a big guy and looks like he could kill you but is just a big softie.
He cried when we watched zootopia.
I strided over to him.
My other two friends Pidge and Shiro were sitting beside him on the carpet.
I've only known Pidge since grade 9.
They're just a huge fucking nerd, no more no less. They are non-binary which is pretty fucking cool honestly. Pidge uses a she and they pronouns but refuses to be called by their birthname which is Katie. I switch pronouns every so often but they don't care. So I might refer to them as she or they.
Pidge is super short compared to the rest of us. They stand at 5'0 while I'm at 6 feet exactly. Hunk is 5'11 and Shiro is 6 foot 3.
The fucker is only 3 inches taller than me and thinks that gives him get the right to call me short.
Anyway; Shiro is 18. He's a year older than me and Hunk and Pidge is 15 and in grade 10.
All of the option courses are mixed with kids grades 10-12 which we're very thankful for.
It depends on when you decide to take the course.
The three of us didn't take drama until this year so we're with a large majority of freshmen. Okay so Shiro is the beefiest guy I know. (Is that a word? The guy is just really buff)
He's got his hair dyed all cool colours! Black, grey, and white. The poor guy has really bad past. His father was super abusive to him and his mom when he was young and sadly suffers from ptsd because of it. Yeah...it was that bad. His most noticeable feature apart from his hair is the scar across the bridge of his nose. His bastard of a father cut him open with a broken beer bottle. His mom has a scar across her forehead from the same shard. Shiro really dosen't like to talk about it for obvious reasons so the three of us know his story but we don't talk about it ever. You're lucky if he decides to ever trust you.

We always sit in the back corner of the room so we could lean against the back wall. It was our spot.
I had just sat next to everyone as the rest of the class filed in.
Then I saw him come in.
It was the mullet guy I walked into from last period.
He looked up from his phone and unintentionally looked right at me and we made eye contact.
I saw a slight blush form on his face and I felt my face heat up too as our eyes met.