Keith was making small talk, ignoring Alex completely. It was difficult, but he knew he had to make her so jealous that she'd break. He didn't even notice her wincing in pain and embarrassment. More idle talk went on as she left to go see her professor and it took every once of effort not to go after her and talk. He simply kept talking to other girls, asking about hem emptily. There was truly no emotion, he was like a machine, but the girls he was talking to were shallow anyway, only talking to him because he looked good, they hardly noticed he wasn't smiling and that his voice was flat. It was all he could do not to chase after Alex, but he knew it wouldn't do anything. As the time came to go to class, he walked along with his shoulders back and his chin up. He nodded to Erika when his saw her, she would no doubt notice his form and demeanor. This was no longer the Keith Steinmoor who would take being treated like shit, who would let people walk all over him. Oh no, This Keith Steinmoor was not to be fucked with, not to be treated with anything less than the utmost respect. The look in his eyes was dangerous, seething, but his face was like stone, making it even more intense to look at him. He had had more than enough shit in his life and he wasn't going to let the best thing to ever happen to him slip away because he was scared. No More. No more self pity, no more self hate, no more being stepped on or pushed around. He looked like a gun, locked and loaded, ready to fire on the next person to try anything stupid