The Prankster Team (A Keefex Story) [DISCONTINUED]

A Teensy Bit Confused

Just letting ya know, the pacing might be a little weird in this chapter, but I personally like it. Also another long chapter!

Class was boring, not that Keefe had been there to attend it. He definitely enjoyed ditching way more. It wasn't that learning was the problem, but the teaching style was not working for him. He was forced to sit still in an uncomfortable chair as the mentor would drone on and on about something that he would never actually need to know about. It would lull him to sleep. The best part of Foxfire were the lunches, where he could freely fool around, see Sophie and the rest of his friends.

Foxfire ended and he was relieved, because he didn't have to deal with school. But when he recalled the look on his father's face earlier that morning, he sighed. He would have to go home immediately, or risk making him even angrier. The good news though was that he knew exactly what to expect, there was no surprise.

But still, his body felt heavy as he approached the door. His steps were slow and steady, he was prepared for yelling. When it didn't immediately come, he relaxed just a little bit, walking a little bit faster than before. He put his stuff away and grabbed a snack when Lord Cassius came.

"Keefe!" He called, entering the dining room.

"Yeah dad?" He replied.

Cassius glared. "May I have an explanation as to why a Dizznee was in here?"

"Dex is my friend," Keefe answered, doing his best to keep his tone cool and calm. If he started yelling now, it would just be a shouting match.

"First Sophie Foster, the one who has caused lots of trouble. Now, a Dizznee?"

Keefe grit his teeth. This was escalating too fast, and he wasn't going to be able to keep calm for much longer. "Don't insult him."

"He's a Dizznee. Don't you understand how he's going to influence you negatively?"

There went his efforts. "What bad has he done? Tell me! Is it just really the fact that he's the son of a bad match? Well I don't care about that!" Keefe snapped, leveling a glare at his father. "You're too stuffy, too trapped in your own ego to be able to notice the world around you! There's no way you'd be able to recognize and cherish a nice person, because you aren't!"

Cassius blinked, his eyes burning bright. "In your room, now!"

Keefe turned around. "Fine by me!"

He stormed into his room and sat down. With deep breaths, he could feel the anger start to dissipate. I haven't felt that angry in a while. Why was I that angry?

Dex is my friend though. If anyone insulted Foster or Fitz like that, I'd probably be even more angry. But Dex doesn't deserve this, he's kind and hardworking.

He grabbed a paper and pencil and started drawing. The pencil moved back and forth in his fingers, but he didn't realize what he'd actually drawn until there was a rough sketch in front of him. In the foreground there was him and Dex, standing back to back. In front of Keefe was Fitz, while Tam was in front of Dex- both looking like they had gotten pranked. Sophie, Biana, Linh and Marella were on the sides, laughing.

It was adorable, and it made him laugh. But doing that, he ended up falling over, his hand crashing into a sharp tool. He winced, even though he'd taken much worse damage.

He snuck to the leapmaster, as he knew his father would yell at him for being out of his room. He leapt to Foxfire and went to the healing centre. As he walked in, he could hear Elwin talk to someone.

"My suggestion, just wait and see where your feelings take you. If it's just a one time thing, then that's it. If it grows into something more, then it's something more. I don't think that it's as complicated as you're making it out to be. Just pay attention to your own feelings, and don't neglect them, okay?"