Hey readers! Just a heads up that I have another Kam book that's all the way done it's called: Question...? Based off of the T.S song. Anyways, I hope you like this story because I worked really hard on it. Anyways, please vote/comment/add to list!

- Rared

Keefe Sencen (Legacy boy) POV

I was done with it, okay? Can a guy be done with something once in a while? I was done with the notes I found in my locker asking me, "I was soooo disappointed not to see your name on my list, hot stuff" and my friends' constant interrogation of why I didn't have a list yet.

Want the truth why I didn't have my list yet?

Because I was scared that I was going to be placed as unmatchable, the same fate as Mysterious Miss F.

I know what you're saying "Keefe, you're so cool and hot, how could you care about being unique and mysterious?"

I know, I know, I'm amazing, BUT LET'S NOT GET SIDETRACKED!

Though my dad is a Mr. Turdface, I also get why he wants what he wants. Only sometimes though. I mean, with my mom being Mrs. Let's-scientifically-modify-our-son-to-become-a-killing-machine, I already get looks from people and I'm always assumed to be dangerous. Plus, I have an ugly, disgusting bodyguard-

"Okay, that's enough H.H (hunky hair)." Ro grabs my quill pen from me, splattering ink all over my notebook page.

"RRrrRrrrOOoooOO!" I groan, tossing my dripping wet notebook at her, which she catches just before she gets a face-full of ink.

"Hey, you can't talk stuff about me in your diary, Princess." Ro says sternly, closing the notebook and laying down on the floor.

I sat at my extremely messy desk, staring into the mirror. I saw a boy. A boy with glimmering blue eyes that had a glint of mischief, and a lot of weight on his back, now minus one notebook. Ro stood above me, like she was teasing me with her height.

I roll my eyes, "What's the point? You just want me to confess all my sins and then you can go up to Ogre Heaven, or whatever the hell you go after you die."

"I'm doing this so you can face your fears, and stop doing that weird thing you keep doing." Ro sighed.

"What thing?" I snapped.

"That thing. The pinching thing." Ro points to my hand. "You do that whenever you get stressed."

"I'm not-" I looked down at my wrist, where my fingers were nipping at it. "Oh." I then quickly let go of my wrist, "I was doing that to uh mislead you!"

"You're a horrible liar, I'll give you that." Ro rolled her eyes. She then, giving me a look of pity (ugh), said, "I want to help you stop hurting yourself."

"It's not self-harm."

"You might say that now, but it'll get worse." Ro snapped back, brushing her pink hair out of her eyes. "Anyways, I, regretfully, have to inform you that your father has cut off your allowance."

"What!?" I gasped, "What about my pranks!?"

"I don't know, he said he won't give you lusters until...well he's deciding the rule." Ro scratched her neck, "I've also run out of my prank supplies, so you'll have to find another outlet."

"Dangggg. Mr. Jerky-turkey has upped his game." I said, running my hands through my well-gelled hair. "I'll just have to think of somebody else...somebody who has access to all the pranking supplies in the world..."

After a minute of hard thinking, me and Ro looked up at each other, knowing the perfect match for my search.