Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-2601:647:4000:5CE0:9114:733B:1196:4149-20191110204802

CRASH!

Keefe flung a delicate vase at the wall, spraying glass shards everywhere.

"I knew she'd choose Pretty Boy," he grumbled, kicking his desk, then wincing as his big toe began to throb. He felt like screaming as he flopped back down on his head, messing up his hair even more. The once artfully styled hair was now rumpled- as was his tunic. "I hate him SO MUCH right now."

His mind kept flashing back to the gold-flecked brown eyes.

That was perfect.

And they had fallen for someone.

Someone who wasn't him.

"Ah, don't give up on Blondie yet," Ro teased, flipping her river of braids- which were dyed purple. "You're a match made in ogre heaven."

"Thanks a lot," Keefe grumbled. Then he imagined himself sitting under Calla's Panakes tree, with Fitz jealously watching him talk to Sophie.

The anger in his chest, which had been thrashing and pulling- slowed to a warm, soupy feeling.

"Blondie will come to eventually," Ro reassured him. "You'll see."

"Come to what?"

Keefe jolted up, his eyes shining with hope as he saw the pretty blonde girl walk in, her face glowing with a sad smile as she tucked a strand of sleek hair behind her ear. Her eyes swum with pity as she plopped down next to her friend, wrapping an arm around his waist.

"Nothing," Keefe covered up. "Why're you here?"

"Because..." Sophie hesitated. "Because your mom broke out of prison."

Keefe's heart dropped down to his toes.

They had just led that assault on the Neverseen- and managed to perfectly capture four members.

Gethen.

Ruy.

Trix.

And Lady Gisela.

And they already had Fintan in prison! So basically, they had managed to capture critical people in the order.

AND NOW HIS MOM HAD ESCAPED?

Why did this always happen to him?

He felt tears spill out of his eyes as he buried himself into a ball, soaking his tunic as he rocked back and forth. "I'm sorry, Keefe," he heard Sophie say, but he really didn't care. Why did Fitz get to have everything? Alvar had died during the mission, but they didn't care. And Sophie- Keefe had remembered what Foster had done- Sophie had flung her arms around Fitz, and they had kissed in front of everyone.

Ugh. Fitzphie.

"Go."

"Keefe-"

"GO!"

He curled up into a sobbing mess, tucking the covers around him as he heard Sophie reluctantly walk away.

And he hated stupid Fitz so much right now.

"Hey," a voice said, snapping him out of it. Ro's lithe but bulky form dropped down next to him as she patted his shoulder. "Don't worry. I promise- I'll catch your mom and make her pay."

"Promise?"

"Ayyyy, Lord Hunkyhair- when do I ever go back on my promises?"

Keefe struggled to sit up and managed a small smile. "Really? Do I need to go on?"

"NO, you-"

"Remember the Foxfire bet?"

"That was-"

"And the incident?"

"You swore you wouldn't bring that up again!"

"What about the-"

"We get it, Hunkyhair," Ro smirked. "I am a very decisive ogre princess?"

"We can all see that," Keefe replied, brushing his tears away as he stood up. Time to focus what mattered the most. So he grabbed his imparter from the desk.

"Show me Dexter Alvin Dizznee."  