The Prankster Team (A Keefex Story) [DISCONTINUED]

Bored At Home

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."