Keefe leapt to the Shores Of Solace, as his dad had wanted him home. He was bored, still thinking about that botched confession, and he really doesn't want to hear what his father has to say this time. When he entered the home, his father was already there, glaring at the doorway.

"Keefe Sencen, how many times do I have to tell you to finish your homework?" Cassius stood up. "Midterms are soon, and you are to be in the Elite Levels next year. More importantly, you are the one carrying the Sencen name, and I expect you to not ruin it."

Keefe barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He never planned to work with the Council for the rest of his eternal life, so either way he was going to be a disappointment.

"I already finished it."

Cassius raised an eyebrow. "Really? Then what is this?" He held out a paper.

Unfortunately, it was one that he easily recognized.

"I was under the impression that you were done with this waste of time."

Said waste of time was a drawing that Keefe had scribbled when he was half asleep. One that he'd made while doing his The Universe homework.

"I did do it. The answers are written down and I drew the stars, just as asked. I'm trying to get full marks for accuracy and neatness," he explained, but he knew full well that it was just an excuse. But as long as it would distract his father, it would be fine.

"What about at the bottom of the page?" Well crap. "It looks like you and Sop-"

He reached for the paper. "I will go fix it. And make sure that there are no other mistakes on my other homework."

"I better not see a single mistake, for all the revisions that you'll be doing."

"Okay."

And if his father had said anything more, Keefe ignored it, rushing to his room and flopping onto his bed. After he buried his face into a pillow and groaned, he got up.

"Oh, you're back," Ro said casually, not bothering to look at him as she sharpened her nails.

"You're back too," he replied.

He grabbed a pencil and looked at his art. It was a picture of the stars for his homework, but at the bottom, there was a very small doodle of him and Sophie looking up at the stars. He sighed, knowing that his fantasies would stay fantasies.

He erased it- he didn't even know why he had drawn it in the first place, it was homework. But his feelings were strong, and they only intensified during his half asleep state. After that, he picked up his other school work, because he had nothing else to do, and would prefer to not get yelled at.

"You looked miserable earlier, but are you really so miserable that you're actually doing your work?" Ro asked.

"I'm fine."

"Your daddy said his usual thing, and you're all sad now out of all times. Did... did you get rejected?"

Keefe didn't reply, and cursed her for being perceptive.

"Okay, you're no fun moping like that. So spill. Did she reject you or not? Or did you chicken out again?"

He buried his face in his hands and groaned dramatically. "Leave."

She stood up. "Okay. Then I'll go and ask around."

It took a second for him to process it, and by then she was already at the door.

"Wait! Fine, I'll tell you! I confessed, but Fitz got there first! So I was rejected, happy?" He yelled.

"No, not really," she said nonchalantly. "I'm not surprised considering that you avoided it so many times."

"Why are you here again?"

"To make your life difficult? But seriously, they're probably gonna break up soon."

Keefe laughed sarcastically. "As if."

"She'll realize that you're better. Just... don't act jealous and be yourself."

"Since when did you know so much about romance? You thought it was too sappy and stupid?"

Ro shrugged. "That, was common sense. Don't be mean."

And I didn't apologize to Foster yet. Crap.

"What did you do?" Ro asked, and once again Keefe cursed her for being so damn perceptive.

"I yelled at her, and told her that if she gets her heart broken, she shouldn't come to me."

Ro facepalmed, then rubbed her forehead with her fingers. "Stupid. So much for impressing her. But you know, she'll probably forgive you."

"Yeah, I know that already! And I already know what I'm going to do next. I'm going to give up on her."

"And lose the battle?"

"Battle? What battle. She's not a prize that I have to battle for. Besides, it's what she would want."

"If you say so, Lover Boy."

Ro left the room to go who knows where, but Keefe continued to lay on his bed. He stared down at his work, all of his answers looking right. He checked until the words were a blur and no longer made any sense. He could see, but his brain couldn't process anything, not when he was still thinking about the incident.

It was hunger that brought him out of his slump. He went downstairs and got his food, but instead of eating it there, he ate it in his room. Ro was back in there, and set him a concerned look.

It was then late in the evening, there was nothing to do. School work made his brain hurt, so he didn't want to do that. He couldn't really go out anywhere. He laid on his bed and hoped that if he closed his eyes for long enough, he would sleep. But even that wouldn't work, but at least this, he knew why.

Before he could second guess himself, Keefe grabbed his imparter and hailed Sophie.

"Hey, what is it Keefe?"

"Sorry for yesterday," he murmured. "I shouldn't have acted like that, like I was entitled to your love or something. I shouldn't have said that."

"I... I understand, I think. Jealousy and heartbreak, it's not good. Just, know that I do love you, just not in the same way that you like me." Her face was soft, and while her words hurt, they were also soothing. Because she did care.

"Are you mad at me?"

"Maybe a little," she admitted. "I think that you should apologize to Fitz. And that you won't go unpunished for this and the game yesterday." Her lips quirked in a smile with that.

"Woah, I'm scared Foster," Keefe said mockingly, because the conversation had been dealt with.

"As you should be." With that, she hung up.

He laid back in bed, his entire body light from all the tension that it had mere minutes before. The tension was replaced with energy, not the restless, anxious kind but the one that was excitement. His hands itched to prank again. He hailed Dex.

"Sorry, did I uh... disturb you?" Keefe asked.

Dex grinned. "You just saved me from the triplets!"

"Wanna discuss more pranking?"

"Sure!"

"Remember how Bangs Boy made us have that awkward conversation? Well, we should prank him for that."

There was a slight flush on Dex's cheeks, but he also looked like he had ran, so that was probably why.

"Again?"

He shrugged. "Why not?"

"Good point."

"Let's make his uniform pink!" Keefe suggested.

"What shade?"

"Baby pink! Or an eye hurt-y one!"

Dex snorted. "Let's... not get him into trouble. We can do multiple colours though, but make the main colour a little closer to red."

Keefe huffed. "Fine, rusty pink?"

"Uh, I guess? A little less red than I thought but it works. We could add splashes of other pinks in less obvious spots. Also, it will make him want to kill us less."

"Good enough," he conceded.

They began talking about more things, like pranking Fitz or Stina. Apparently Stina had done something, but Dex wouldn't specify what it was. They spent an hour talking to each other, Dex's voice soft and excited. Keefe yawned.

"Good night Dex, we'll get up early tomorrow for the prank."

"Good night."

Keefe hung up, his eyelids falling shut. He fell asleep as his head hit the pillows.

(Yes I know this was rushed, but I won't be on Wattpad until next week (if I'm lucky) So here's your update)