The breakup hasn't been that bad. Truthfully you ended on good terms, but that didn't mean Deuce didn't take your heart with him. You broke up because you both felt like things were going too fast. And maybe they had been.

You didn't exactly speak to each other much after the break up. Mostly awkward hi's in the hallway or in class, a secret glance here and there. Deuce eventually got a new girlfriend, Cleo. And then he learned that you had a boyfriend, some Wraith boy named Caspian.

At first Deuce paid no mind. Up until you started posting on your Deadgram again. Caspian was in almost every photo, you'd taken him to places that Deuce once took you too. The only place that didn't show up on your page was, yours and Deuce's secret place, for that Deuce was grateful.

At first Deuce paid no mind. Up until you started posting on your Deadgram again. Caspian was in almost every photo, you'd taken him to places that Deuce once took you too. The only place that didn't show up on your page was, yours and Deuce's secret place, for that Deuce was gratetul. And he saw you both around school.

Almost all the time, it was inevitable since ya know... it's Monster High. But Deuce had taken notice, that when you and him broke up, your fearleading suffered and Cleo benched you. But now with Caspian?

You were back on the fearleading squad, at every game, moving with that oh so pretty smile and your eyes shined again.

Hell even Heath stopped trying to get with you. Your happiness was apparent. You were almost glowing from how well Caspian treats you. As for Deuce and Cleo, he couldn't help but notice the small things. She isn't you, he knows that.

But there's so many things you did, that she doesn't, things he liked you specifically, doing. And she’s... meaner to him than you ever were, and that says a lot cause you couldn't have been mean to him if you tried. His Mohawk snakes loved you more than they like Cleo.

It had been during an intense casketball game, that he looked to the stands by instinct. But instead of finding your smiling face cheering him on, he found Cleo filing her nails. It was enough of a distraction for him to get smacked in the face by the casketball.

His team still won, but now he sits in the infirmary. The snakes of his Mohawk are coiled up as he mulls over every memory he has of you.

And in the back of his heart, something whispers a question he has no answer to. What if ending things was the wrong choice?

The infirmary doors opening catches his attention, his head snapping up with his ears on a swivel. "{{user}}...?" He whispers. But to his dismay, it's just the nurse. And even his snakes droop and give tiny, uninterested hisses of disappointment.