The Prankster Team (A Keefex Story) [DISCONTINUED]

Babysitting The Triplets

What was Dex thinking? He barely waited before going after Keefe. He had waited two minutes. Which was less time than one could need to use the washroom. But that look on Keefe's face, having to see his crush be affectionate with someone else was familiar to him. He knew that he'd need comfort. Dex also figured that Keefe wouldn't stop by the nearest washroom, so he could have more privacy. Which he was right about. After all, he had done the same before too.

If racing after him wasn't bad enough, he just had to go and mention that there was someone out there that loved Keefe. It was true, Keefe was pretty popular and attracted a lot of girls. It was the way that Keefe would have interpreted it.

But the words just came out of him without a second thought. He could feel his cheeks burning, and it was impossible to make eye contact after that. Also, his hand was literally resting on Keefe's shoulder, so he was bound to feel all those emotions coming from him.

He wanted to take back those words.not because they weren't true, but they might very well be. Keefe was kind, strong, determined, loyal and funny. He always came off as confident, but he knew that it wasn't so true.

Then he thought of his looks. He was attractive, with his sharp jaw and slightly toned muscles. Ice blue eyes that twinkled in the light, unless he was upset. Freckles dusted his cheeks and only made him look more adorable. And his hair, soft to the touch.

He liked those things. He adored those things. But was he able to say that it was love? Dex considered love to be such a strong word for this new feeling. It'd only been a few days since he'd been feeling this way. It was probably just infatuation. There was no way that he would fall in love that fast.

The real reason he wanted to take back his words though, was because his feelings were not reciprocated. Keefe was still in love with Sophie.

Dex kept quiet for the rest of lunch, doing his best to make sure he had proper control over his emotions. Nobody had noticed except Keefe, who was also quiet. He had a determined look to his face, his gaze set on Sophie and Fitz. As if he was going to get used to it. To force himself to get over her.

But even then, it didn't quite matter. Even if Keefe didn't like Sophie, it didn't mean that he would like Dex. That entire moment would not leave his mind, and he found it difficult to concentrate during his next class.

After Foxfire finally ended, he shut himself in his room. He grabbed a blueprint and a half-made gadget. Hopefully technopathy would distract him, flood his thoughts with all those projects he wanted to work on.

Later, his room door opened. His mother peeked her head through the doorway.

"Dex, are you doing okay?" She asked.

"I'm fine," he grumbled.

"If there's something going on, you can tell me. I'm your mother, I know how you behave. You've been like this both times you've realized that your crush didn't like you ba-"

"I said I'm fine," Dex repeated. He winced when he realized how angry he just sounded. "Sorry, I just... need a little space."

She pursed her lips, opening the door a little more. She looked almost guilty.

"I won't make you tell me anything. But, your father and I are about to go out together, and we were hoping that you'd watch over the triplets."

"Seriously?" He groaned. At his mother's raised eyebrow, he added, "I'll do it."

"Thank you. We're heading out now, see you later tonight." Then she left the room.

In reality, it wasn't actually that bad. It would be better than being cooped up in his room. The triplets would definitely distract from his problem- even if it was by making a new one. He left his room to look for them, which wouldn't be hard. All he would have to do is follow the sounds of screaming and objects breaking.