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"[color=green]Where is it...?[/color]"

The blonde was on his hands and knees, searching underneath his bed. As usual, the dormitory room was clear. With Kalder and Noel's tension driving each other away, Benjamin and Coco had wisely decided to stay out of it. Of course, this had brought a divide with their friends, eventually forcing Kalder into solitude once again. Well, that wasn't entirely accurate, he could always count on Benjamin and Blake outright refused to take anyone's side, but it had been some time since he had seen Coco. He had managed to pick up his grades, but he found himself lonely once again. Noel had a way of getting everyone's attention, and on more than one occasion he would find some excuse to get everyone to go somewhere with him and exclude Kalder.

And then there was Beatrice.

She was the most beautiful lie he had ever gotten himself into. She was happy with him, though they parted ways after the party. Her small smiles, her mischievous looks, her kisses--every movement, every word and breath she took only reminded him further of Demi. It really was a betrayal, and never in his life had he felt so empty. The only saving grace was that he couldn't quite hold back his own primal urges and she was a willing partner, but it got too far and he found himself awash with guilt and spending the rest of the day in the shower trying to scrub himself clean. Despite never saying anything, Beatrice hadn't brought it up, but after a while she began to show that it was bothering her as they walked in silence. How could he blame her? If anyone found out, he'd not only lose his man card, he would be ridiculed for having a literal ticket to manhood ready for him and not only refused it, but went out of his way to make sure nothing else happened.

Of course, he would soon be reminded his actions had consequences when he spotted a pair of shoes next to him. They were female, and they definitely didn't belong to Blake. Banging his head on his bed as he scrambled to get up, he found himself face to face with an angry Deva. Crap, he had somehow managed to avoid her the whole way back, but she had finally cornered him.

"[color=palevioletred]Looking for whatever's left of your dignity, Kalder?[/color]" Her tone was poison, a looming danger. "[color=palevioletred]It's not there, nor is it with your Mudblood girlfriend.[/color]"

Letting out a sigh, he chose to sit down on his bed, figuring he would make himself comfortable. Looking up at her, he studied her face. Truly, she was a good looking girl. Too bad her attitude was complete shit. "[color=green]She's not my girlfriend,[/color]" He corrected her. "[color=green]Even if she was, that'd be [i]one[/i] girl I've had versus how many guys you've had?[/color]"

"[color=palevioletred]I don't understand you, Kalder,[/color]" She seemed pretty ticked at his words. "[color=palevioletred]You led me on just to go makeout with her! Her, of all the fucking girls in this school, someone who is [i]nothing[/i], a [i]nobody[/i]--[/color]"

[color=darkred][i]After all, I am nothing but a poor, filthy American mudblood unworthy of the heir of the Sigourney legacy…[/i][/color]

Something in him snapped at that point. "[color=green]Honestly, I can't stand you,[/color]" He found himself admitting outloud. "[color=green]No wonder you get along so well with my mother, you're both the same with your righteous attitude. Don't you feel [i]any[/i] sort of shame that we're getting married for the money?[/color]"

Deva took a step back, surprised at his words. "[color=palevioletred]Why do you think our families are so prestigious, Kalder?[/color]" She asked him. "[color=palevioletred]That's how we remain Pureblood, that is how we carry our legacy![/color]"

"[color=green]And for what? For a name?! What good is a fucking name if all it does is make shit complicated?[/color]" He asked.

She leaned in close to him, her brown eyes staring right into him. "[color=palevioletred][i]You're[/i] making shit complicated,[/color]" She told him. "[color=palevioletred][I]We[/i] are going to get married. [i]We[/i] are going to move to your mansion. [i]We[/i] are going to have a family. That's the plan our families have, and I have every intention of following it through.[/color]"

Kalder slowly stood up, shaking his head. "[color=green]Do whatever the fuck you want, leave me out of it,[/color]" He stated, walking around her to leave the room.

The conversation left a bitter taste in his mouth, but Deva had a point. As his thoughts were swimming around, he decided that he needed to think. He had almost forgotten the entire reason he was looking under his bed: his engagement ring was missing and he had no idea where it was. As he walked into the common room, however, he realized there was one place he hadn't checked, not since [i]she[/i] had knocked it out of his hand. 

Climbing up the stairs, he found himself nostalgic as he climbed, though the sound of someone crying stopped him for a moment. Kalder hesitated, his hand on the door. His heart pounded as he quietly pushed open the door. To his surprise, there was the girl still on his mind, sitting on the floor and facing the door. Guilt started to tear him apart as he saw her face. He had half a mind to turn around, but something seemed to keep him there.

"[color=green]What are you doing here?[/color]" He found himself asking, curious.