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The warm summer breeze blew through Keith as he walked along the cobblestone paths of Altea University. The blue sky, and golden sun beat down on his hands, making them itch slightly.
Everything in this school seemed to be lux. From the library, to the classrooms this University was way more expensive looking that Keith’s old school.
Keith knew he would be spending most of his significant time in the library. Sure Keith wasn’t great at making friends, he loved to read. He liked to be alone and just bury himself in a good novel. Mostly about conspiracy theories, some even about mothman.
He had been kicked out of his old college for...reasons. He tried to find a college worth going to that were open to his ‘kind’ but this was the best school. It wasn’t perfect and he couldn’t smell anyone like him.
He sighed heavily, because holy shit did he feel out of place.
His appearance is what gets him into fights, and not fit in. Not only did Keith have a ton of piercings, but he also had a nasty scar on his face from a fight. It ran from his jaw, to his cheekbone. And it was a fight which he almost didn’t make it out alive from.
Keith also wore all black. Black, ripped, shirt, and leather jacket. Even though it was still summer, Keith never went without his leather jacket. He dared to say that he felt safe with it on.
Since it was Keith’s senior year, he wanted to make it count. Make a friend, and actually try to behave himself this year.
He also needed to be careful in this school. This school wasn’t exactly vampire friendly, and getting caught would mean instant death. Keith was treading on thin, luxurious, ice. Even though this school was pretty, it was the top school for vampire hunters.
It sounded stupid to even set foot in this school, but this was the only one that would except him. All the others Universities turned him away from his past college complaints.
Keith also needed a job, ASAP. So that’s why went for a walk around the campus. He also was looking for places to feed, like a dark alleyway or somewhere quiet. He hated to be interrupted while he was eating anyways.
The trees bent in the breeze as his piercing purple eyes looked around. Searching for a ‘we’re hiring’ sign, or anything that would catch his eye for a good job.
He was hoping for music shop, or something. He didn’t want to be a waiter, or have to be social with people. He wasn’t good with socializing in general. Yet, knowing his background? He wouldn’t have much luck.
He sighed as he came across a cute little pastel coffee shop, with bustling people. A small sign let people know that they were hiring. Keith turned and decided against it, that would be his last resort.
“Keep moving Keith,” he said to himself.
* * *
Sassy hips swayed as Lance walked down the familiar path of the University. With his favorite crop top, and sunglasses on? He felt like he owned the whole campus.
Lance knew he was a pretty boy. He was hot, and the whole senior class knew who he was. Lance had a reputation to uphold, and he held it up with fierce determination.
“Hey Lance, long time no see.” A skateboarder said passing by the, tall, brunette boy.
“Hey Rolo,” Lance nodded shortly at the guy and turned the corner. His shaded blue eyes landed on a small building. Ah, he was finally at his destination.
Lance took a deep breath and smiled as he saw the cafe sign. There was “Altea Coffee House,” the famous corner shop that everyone got their coffee from. It was the prime staple in Lance’s day as well.
The doorbell rang as he walked into the pastel cafe of the University coffee shop. Open 24 hours a day, it was his favorite place to be. Wether it was studying for finals, or catching up on the college gossip.
This was his college get away.
“Well look who it is,” a barista said as she put a lid onto a cup.
“Nyma, you look as stunning as ever.” Lance said as he pushed his sunglasses onto the top of his head. The blonde haired girl smirked and walked over to the counter.
Her hair was pushed back into two high ponytails, which were silky and smooth against her skin. She had a black apron on that hugged her slim, fit, figure that buckled in the back.
“Don’t even start today loverboy. I assume the usual” She said with a cocky attitude. Lance nodded and leaned against the counter as Nyma went to the register and punched in a few things. After Lance handed her his card, the small jingle of the door sounded off another customer.
Before long, Lance had his overly sweet iced coffee and a smile on his face.
“Lance, over here!” A deep voice sounded off from a booth. Lance’s face lit up as he caught an eye full of his best friend Hunk.
“Hunk!” Lance leapt over to his friend and jumped into the larger mans arms. Hunk caught the taller boy and lifted him off the ground.
Hunk was a big guy, with a heart of gold. He had dark tan skin, and a few freckles on his face. He had dark brown hair, and sweet almond colored eyes that shone like the sun. He wore a orange bandanna on his head, and a hawaiian shirt.
This man was the most easiest person to get along with, and had been Lance’s childhood friend from the get–go.
“Long time no see, man.” Hunk smiled as put Lance down onto the ground.
“I know, 3 months is a long time. I missed you so much.” The cuban said, as he sat on the red booth seat.
“I missed you too, how was home?”
“Hectic, as well as relaxing.”
“Is that even possible in your house?” Hunk laughed.
“When we went to the beach, it mostly was.” Lance replied as he sipped his coffee.
“Everyone else will be here shortly.” Hunk said. Lance nodded and waited for the rest of his friends to get here. As he looked around the pastel cafe, memories of the past years all flooded back into his mind.
Since this place was open 24/7, there were some nights Lance had wished hadn't happened. But, isn’t that the point of college? To get drunk and know your limits, as well as learn some damn good life lessons?
After 5 minutes, the rest of Lance’s friends came into the cafe. Lance greeted all of them, including the little gremlin named Pidge.
“Lance it’s so good to see you.” Allura sighed as she gave him a big hug. Lance happily gave the hug back to his friend, who he hadn't seen since May. It was September now, but it was still warm and sunny.
“Like your new haircut, Allura. It’s really nice.” Lance said, as he ran his fingers through her straight cut hair. Allura used to have hair down to her waist, but it was now a straight cut that touched her shoulders. She looked good in this new cut, it suited her sassy attitude.
“Thank you,” she replied.
As everyone else sat down, Lance looked around the table. There was Shiro, Pidge, Allura, and Hunk.
“Shiro, where’s Adam and Shay?” Lance asked.
“Adam had to stay home and finish up a few work papers, and Shay? I’m not sure. Hunk would know.” Shiro looked to Hunk who had a rosy blush over his cheeks. The guy was smitten over that girl, and everyone knew it. Shay and Hunk were perfect for each other, but they were both a bit shy.
“She couldn’t make it, she had a dorm issue.” Hunk twiddled his thumbs as Lance nudged him.
“Oh come on Hunky Bear, you totally gotta ask her out. It’s obvious she’s interested in you, and you are head over heels for her. Why don’t you just ask her out already?” Lance slung an arm around his friend and put his head on the others shoulder.
“Lance, you know how I get around her. And what if she says no?”
“She’s crazy if she said no to you. But it won’t happen, so don’t worry about it.” Lance smiled and Hunk relaxed for a bit.
“So, Senior year huh?” Shiro noted. “It’s a big year, with big responsibilities.”
“Hah, says you old timer! Your senior year didn’t exactly go as well as you wanted right?” Lance said mocklingly at Shiro who sighed and rubbed his temple.
“Lance, what did I say about bringing up my senior year?” Shiro warned with a low voice. Lance had to calm his nerves down because fuuuck that voice did wonders. Adam was so lucky.
“Shiro, you are literally a dad. You’re old.”
“Lance, I told you not to call me that.” Shiro warned, his jaw was slack as his eyes bore right into Lance’s ocean blue eyes.
“Alright, papi, I’ll stop.”
“Lance, no.” Pidge intervened and dipped their fingers into some soda to throw at Lance’s face.
“Ah! You damn gremlin, my beautiful face will get sticky! It takes a lot of work to make sure this gorgeous skin is flawless.” Lance wiped the soda off before it got sticky, and mumbled some theatrening words at the smaller person.
“Do you even hear yourself?” Pidge asked.
A ding of the door made everyone but Lance and Pidge look up, who were arguing over what flavor of ice cream was the best.
“Is that a new guy?” Hunk asked, his bushy brow raising as he sipped his beverage.
“Yeah he must be, I’ve never seen him before.” Allura said.
“Lance,” Hunk told his friend who didn’t seem to care at all.
“Hunk I seriously don’t care, it’s a new guy. So what? It’s not like he’s gonna be my best friend or something.” Lance said as he finished his beverage, looking out the window.
“He might be your type.” Hunk said kindly.
“Hunk! Oh my gosh, no, I’m not into boys! You know that already.” Lance snapped and looked at his friend with a horrified expression.
“Lance, you’re about as straight as a bendy ruler. You aren’t fooling anyone.” Pidge said as they pushed up their circle glasses.
“Shut it, gremlin.” Lance snarled. As his eyes were casted up, and the ring of the bell made his eyes look in that direction. Ocean blue eyes met with nothing but a pastel wall, leaving Lance with an unsatisfied feeling.
Whoever the new guy was? He was gone before Lance could even bat an eye. All the cuban got was a glimpse of was mesh, black, inky hair and the tail ends of a leather jacket.
“Who wears a leather jacket in summer?” Lance laughed as he sipped at his coffee.
“Maybe that’s his style. Don’t be so judgy.” Shiro warned Lance.
“Shiri, I order you to be quiet.” Lance snapped back. Pidge almost spat out their drink as Hunk tried to hold back a laugh.
“Excuse me? I am not Siri!” Shiro said in a disgruntled tone. He grabbed Lance’s drink and held it away from him. Lance whined and tried to get it back.
“Shiro give it back!” Lance whined. “I’m sorry I called you Siri!” The brunette chuckled as he finally got his coffee back.
“Damn right you’re sorry.” Shiro sighed.
Lance looked out the window, eyes never settled on anything particular. As people talked, the looming image of a leather jacket owned his mind.
Lance actually wanted to know who the new kid was. He knew was going to find out, sooner or later.