I cross my arms and look anywhere but Keefe.

"C'mon, Foster!" he pleads. "Don't be mad at me!"

I scoff, turning around in my seat. "I got detention because of you!" I point at Lady Belva. "And it's her!"

She didn't look too happy about Keefe's sitting beside me. "Mr Sencen, do I have to move you to a different seat?"

"Nah, I think I'm fine right here," Keefe replied steadily, a crafty smirk on his handsome features.

Lady Belva raised an eyebrow. "Be careful how you speak to me, or otherwise you may find yourself in double detention."

"Ooh! Double the fun!" Keefe grinned, clapping his hands together false excitedly.

"Miss Foster may join you," deadpanned Lady Belva.

Keefe took one look at the expression I was wearing and sighed, slouching in his chair. "Whatever," he mumbled.

"Did you really have to set off that gulon in the girls bathroom?" I scowl at him.

"I didn't know you were in there, I swear!"

"Yeah right. And you told Sir Finley I was a part of it. You threw me under the bus!"

"Foster. I'd never- Whatever that's supposed to mean."