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The party was going a little too well.

It was an addiction he had no idea he had. Whether it was the obvious jabs Demi had taken at him, the fact that the music was way too catchy to not dance to, or having a beautiful girl to dance with, Kalder had let himself go. He had drink after drink, dance after dance, to the point that his plans of exposing Noel had been gone from his mind. Beatrice was a wonderful distraction to the point that he had also neglected the friends he had come with, though considering Benjamin hadn't come barging between them, he figured he was safe. 

Shaking his head in an attempt to clear it, Kalder exhaled, bringing his cup to his lips, though he found it exceedingly difficult. It took him longer than it should have to notice Beatrice was hanging onto it, a small smile on her face. Somehow she did manage to wring it out of his grasp, noticing his less than pleased expression. 

"[color=crimson]You've had enough,[/color]" She told him.

Scowling, Kalder raised his eyebrows at her. "[color=green]No, you haven't had enough,[/color]" He said, pushing the drink towards her. "[color=green]Go on, then.[/color]"

Rolling her eyes at him, Beatrice complied and finished off his drink. He let out a mock cheer, hugging her in excitement, though his expression went to scowling again as he spotted Demi with the Hufflepuff captain. So what, had Noel ditched her already? The thought sparked up something in Kalder's mind, and he found himself scanning the dance floor for the blonde haired guy. To his surprise, Noel was talking to Coco. While it seemed innocent enough, he knew Noel was usually trying to chat up some pretty girl at every party he went to. The fact that he was talking to his friend meant he wasn't interested, which meant he was shacking up with Demi, which meant--wait. If they were then why was Demi with some other guy?

"[color=crimson]If you keep scowling like that, your face is going to get stuck![/color]" Beatrice snapped him out of his messy train of thoughts, face slightly flushed as he seemed insistent on keeping her close to him. "[color=crimson]Is it that bad...hugging me...?[/color]"

Kalder stared down at her face, her eyes averted to his. The hell was she talking about? Releasing her for a moment, he made sure to gently grab her face with both of his hands, trying to get her to look at him. "[color=green]Whatever guy--girl--whoever you want, you get it--[/color]" His words were supposed to be encouraging, but came out pretty jumbled. Clearing his throat, he brought her face closer to his, missing how red her face had gotten from his action. "[color=green]Listen, Beatrice, there's nothing bad about you. At all. You can get whoever you want, you can do whatever you want, you understand?[/color]"

Her brown eyes widened slightly, her hands on his as she tried to search for some semblance of truth in his words. "[color=crimson]It's just...[/color]" Her voice trailed off, her words drowning in the music.

Kalder had an odd feeling, and as he looked up from Beatrice's face, he locked eyes with Noel, who had been staring at him. Before he could think on it, something hit his shoulder, and he felt someone's nails digging into his arm. Oh, he had forgotten about Deva, and she didn't seem happy to see him with Beatrice. He couldn't quite make out her words, but her expression was enough to tell him she was furious.

"[color=palevioletred]--bitch, who do you think I am, Kalder?![/color]" The end of her sentence came out as a screech.

Kalder stared at her hard, deciding that he had had enough. He had enough of her, enough of Demi, enough of his mother, enough of everyone. "[color=green]Fuck off, Deva,[/color]" He said, taking a hold of Beatrice's arm and leading her away from Deva's screaming. He could only make out some insults she had hurled at him but paid no mind to it. Pushing his way through the crowd, he finally made it to a wall, pulling Beatrice along with him.

"[color=crimson]Kalder![/color]" Beatrice's voice was barely heard over the roar of the crowd.

Shuffling close to the wall, something protruding hit his side. A doorknob? A door? He blinked in confusion, though he wasn't entirely thinking as he wrenched it open. Dragging Beatrice in, he closed the door, a majority of the noise now muffled. The room was bigger than he had expected, probably the size of the dormitory's bedroom. A large couch sat on the opposite side of the wall, a table with a gorgeous bouquet of flowers sitting in a nice vase. The walls had paintings, though they had scenery instead of people. Candles gave the room a warm feeling, and Kalder ended up throwing himself on the couch. It was soft to the touch, and let him sink into it, being very comfortable.

Beatrice remained close to the door, uncertain. She seemed uncomfortable, though he hadn't noticed as he patted the seat next to his. She slowly walked over to him and chose to remain standing. "[color=crimson]Why are we in here?[/color]" She asked nervously.

"[color=green]Because you were trying to say something, and there was too much noise to hear you,[/color]" Kalder replied, sitting properly. "[color=green]Hit me. What's going on in Bealand?[/color]"

"[color=crimson]Bealand?[/color]"

"[color=green]You prefer Beatriceland?[/color]" He deemed it a success as she cracked a smile. Leaning over to the table, he popped open a bottle, pouring himself a cup. "[color=green]I could really fall in love with that.[/color]"

Her face turned red, though she shook her head at him. "[color=crimson]You don't know what you're saying,[/color]" She told him, taking the bottle from him."[color=crimson]I think you've had enough.[/color]"

He scowled, though he took a swig before she could stop him. "[color=green]Not you, too...I've had enough of people telling me what to do,[/color]" He muttered into his cup, though he put it down as he stood up, ignoring the fact that he wobbled for a moment. "[color=green]Is it really so wrong to let go for a night? Just one night where I don't have to deal with anyone or anything?[/color]"

She softened considerably at his words, letting out a sigh. "[color=crimson]I'm sorry,[/color]" She replied.

The two stood in silence for a moment, though Beatrice let out an alarmed yell as Kalder let himself fall back onto the couch without warning. "[color=green]Beatrice,[/color]" He said her name as he closed his eyes. "[color=green]I want to ask you something.[/color]"

She took a seat next to him, frowning. "[color=crimson]What is it?[/color]"

Kalder didn't look at her, choosing to stare at the ceiling instead. "[color=green]Did you see Demi dancing with Sean Murphy?[/color]"

"[color=crimson]Yes.[/color]"

"[color=green]I thought she was with Noel.[/color]"

"[color=crimson]I did, too.[/color]"

"[color=green]No, I thought...I thought he was the one going after her. I thought he was playing his games...I thought I still had a chance.[/color]"

Beatrice looked down at her lap, unsure where he was going with it. When he didn't continue, she looked back at him, watching his heartbroken expression as the reality seemed to hit him. For a moment, he did nothing, though he seemed to come to terms with it. He would look down for a moment, his hands clasped, though he would then look at the girl sitting next to him. She had no idea what was running through his mind, his face now blank of emotion.

"[color=green]I wonder if maybe I was an idiot to think she would wait for me. Until I...sorted out my issues. But I wasn't honest with her. I broke up with her instead of coming out with the truth. But I was scared, Bea. I was so scared I wouldn't be able to get out of my parents' agreement. I tried...but if I backed out, I'd have nothing. You can talk about fairy tale romances all you want, but you can't have anything without a sickle to your name. You can't have a home...I can't do anything.[/color]"

"[color=crimson]I'm sorry you have to go through that,[/color]" She replied softly.

Kalder continued to stare at her. She really was beautiful. The way her golden hair rested on her shoulders, her striking hazel eyes seeing right through him. But all he could think about was his favorite brunette. And for what? So she could go and be with other guys? How was that fair? "[color=green]Would you wait for me?[/color]" He found himself asking her.

"[color=crimson]Wait for you?[/color]"

"[color=green]Until I find some way out of my engagement.[/color]"

"[color=crimson]But you still love her.[/color]"

"[color=green]But she doesn't love me.[/color]"

Beatrice seemed conflicted for a moment, though whatever doubts she had were thrown at the wayside as she gazed into his eyes. "[color=crimson]I'd wait for you.[/color]"

"[color=green]Would you?[/color]"

"[color=crimson]Yes.[/color]"

He wasn't sure why, but it was a relief to hear. His head was still swimming with thoughts of her, his eyes looking at Beatrice's face. She looked so sad, like something was bothering her. Was it him? Noel said she liked him. Great, he was probably hurting her feelings with his jumbled ramblings. At the same time, though, some other drunken thoughts popped into his head. Scooting closer to her, she would scoot away. He surprised her by placing both his hands on her shoulders, pulling her into a hug.

"[color=crimson]What are you doing?[/color]" She asked him, her eyes wide.

"[color=green]I don't know,[/color]" He admitted as they broke apart for a moment.

"[color=crimson]You should probably lay down.[/color]"

"[color=green]With you?[/color]"

Beatrice rolled her eyes, shaking her head at him. "[color=crimson]Kalder, you don't realize it, but you're wasted. You're letting the alcohol fuel whatever odd thoughts are coming to mind. You're not thinking straight,[/color]" She scolded him, annoyed that he wouldn't quite let her go.

"[color=green]So anything I do now, I can blame it on the juice?[/color]" He asked, feigning surprise. "[color=green]Are you sure?[/color]"

"[color=crimson]I'm sure.[/color]"

Letting out a sigh, Kalder pouted. "[color=green]You're no fun.[/color]"

"[color=crimson]What, you want to fool around only to come to regret it tomorrow as you nurse your hangover? I'm not that kind of girl.[/color]"

"[color=green]But you like me. And I like you.[/color]"

"[color=crimson]No, you don't.[/color]"

"[color=green]I do. And I can prove it.[/color]"

"[color=crimson]How?[/color]"

Kalder gave her a sly smile, and before she could stop him, he leaned in, his lips on hers. As he pulled back, the two looked at one another in mutual surprise. He really just kissed her! Though that wasn't the end, as a sudden spark threw the pair onto one another once more, this time the kiss being much more passionate. Kalder found himself on his back, Beatrice's body on top of his as she kissed him. He couldn't help but smirk, feeling her hands on his chest, his own hands on her thighs. It was like the spark erupted into a raging fire, the two enveloped in one another, hungry for the touch and feeling of longing disappearing into the night.