#keesa

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Crossover

(Keefe pov)

Keefe sat down down in his desk. He sat between two girls who seemed to hate each other. Lucky for him, he got to be between the evil glares.

The teacher started to drone on about chemistry. He didn't give a crap, so he decided to lay down on his desk. He was hidden from the teacher's sight by the person in front of him.

After a few minutes with his eyes closed, he heard the two girls whispering.

"I can't believe you really think you have a shot with him," the girl on his left, Lisa, said.

Stria, the other girl, snorted. "And who does he always go to for the homework? Me."

Keefe peeked his eyes open. His hood covered most of his face, but gave him a clear enough view of his surroundings.

Lisa rolled her eyes. "Ooh, you're so special. You do realize that's because you get most of the awnsers right?"

The other girl huffed her reproach. "Wow."

"Further more," she continued. "I get paired with him by the teacher more than you do."

"And you think that means he likes you."

Keefe had to stop his snicker. They were really fighting over him. He wasn't necessarily interested in either of them- don't get it wrong, he was flattered -but he found it quite amusing.

He would've liked to keep eavesdropping if his teacher hadn't noticed him.

"Sencen!" She shouted. "I've told you not to sleep in class."

He picked his head up and pretend like he was just awaking so the girls didn't know he heard their conversation.

"That's detention, sir." The teacher added. "And put that hood down." He rolled his eyes, but obeyed.

At the end of class, he started to walk out the door. Both girls were passing by him. He noticed that they were both staring at him. He gave them a wink. They hurried away, seemingly arguing about who it was meant for.