Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-174.6.16.240-20191026015853/@comment-174.6.16.240-20191106052510

Chapter six

Over a couple weeks, Sophie found herself spending more time with Linh. It was't on purpose, but Sophie had been trying to cheer Linh up, or come up with plans to save him or reach him telepathically.

There was the usaul knock on the door that morning, and Sophie went to answer it. It was Fitz.

“Oh, hey Fitz,” Sophie said, “why are you here?” she asked, curious. She was kind of tired from trying to telepathically contact Tam. She was close, she could feel, it, but it felt like there was a wall built in the direction she needed to go, and she couldn’t push through it.

“I’m over because me, Biana, Dex, and Keefe haven’t seen you in a week.” Fitz said. There was a hint of annoyance in his voice, and Sophie flinched when she noticed it was there. She looked down at her feet. It was true. But she had been busy working with Linh. And she guessed she had gotten a little distracted. She really enjoyed it when Linh came over. It cheered up both of them.

“Sorry, I’ve just been really busy,” Sophie said. “I’ve been trying to telepathically contact Tam again. And brainstorm other ideas.” Sophie looked away from him, knowing the question would come before it left his mouth.

“Why can’t I help contact Tam?” Fitz said.

Because I’m afraid you’ll notice I’m hiding something.

Because you might see what I’m hiding

''Because. . . sometimes it’s fun just being me and Linh.'' Sophie thought. She hoped Fitz hadn’t broken into her mind.

“You know Sophie, I can’t get past your blocking anymore,” Fitz said suddenly, and Sophie looked up sharply. Fitz took her hands and looked into her eyes with his teal ones. “Sophie, please. What aren’t you telling me?” Sophie removed her hands from his and looked him straight in the eye. She could do this.

“Fitz,” she said, her voice only shaking slightly. “I’m unmatchable. I can’t be matched. Whoever I’m with, I’m guaranteed to be a bad match.” She finished and took a shaky breath. She’d done it.

“And?” Fitz said, surprising her, “What about that is wrong? Well just get your parents’ names from Mr. Forkle, and if that doesn’t work, I still want you.”

After Fitz left, his voice echoed around in her head. I still want you. But what if she didn’t want him anymore?

-Chloe