Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-36007283-20180915220444

Fitz did his best not to smile. Tiergan watched him closely as he transmitted to Sophie, using the point of trust he had withh her, the one he'd had since he could remember.  I love you, he transmitted. And Sophie's mind opened to his. A warm glow, a rush of bright colors, a flurry of emtions escaped, all inside his head. He didn't need to be an empath like Keefe to feel Sophie's emotions. He knew her emotions, her thoughts, dreams, hopes, fears, and loves.

She's far enough, he thought. ''I'll do it today. I  hope this all goes well.''

After frustrationgly long lectures from Tiergan, He and Sophie parted ways. Instead of heading to his next class, Fitz beelined for Sophie's locker.

Turning a 360 to be sure the hallway was clear, Fitz slipped the small pink note into Sophie's locker, the one that smelled of the Pankakes perfume Dex had made for her, the one that had held so many important messages leading to events that only broufht him and Sophie closer.

With a relieved sigh, Fitz leaned against that locker and closed his eyes, working up the courage to follow through with his own request. He hoped the Panakes would be at full bloom that evening. After a few deep breaths, he left, jogging down the halls to reach class on time.

He didn't see Keefe watching him behind the corner, face flushed red with jealousy, eyes blazing with primal hate and fury. He also didn't see Tam in the shadows, silver eyes locking eyes with Keefe's cold blues. But Tam had seen the note. And Keefe had had his eye on Sophie. 