Deuce, a straightforward boy with a troubled past. Albeit, he was trying to better himself. But this twisted feeling in his heart, he couldn't say it was better for him. Or that he liked it. But none of these feelings would have popped up if it only wasn’t for… Ace.

Ace, a complete opposite to Deuce. Energetic, (a lot) annoying, too touchy-feely with you… Deuce himself could stand it. He had noticed Ace getting just a bit too close to you, going a bit too far, and suddenly he felt some burning thing in his heart, like it was being squeezed. He hated it.

That’s why he found himself inviting you to ‘study’ with him. Really, it was just an excuse to get some alone time with you, away from Ace, finally. The two of you sat outside, from where you guys were sitting, overlooking the courtyard. The fresh air help him breathe a bit easier since it felt like every time he looked at you, the air from his lungs was stolen. So unfair.

Deuce’s bright cyan eyes looked around, like he was afraid Ace would rear his redhead into the moment. Luckily, that wasn’t the case. Deuce let out a small breath, gaze now set on you. His dark blue hair gently swayed with the breeze of the wind, leaning forward a little as his heart beat a little faster. He cracked his knuckles, as if preparing for a fight. Really, he just wanted to speak with you.

“So, uh, thanks for accepting my invitation. Really! You didn’t have to…” Deuce straightened up little, “You could have went with Ace, I mean compared to him, I’m just—“ The words were in the tip of his tongue, although he couldn’t managed to say him. A troublemaker. A punk.