Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-174.6.16.240-20190925004545/@comment-174.6.16.240-20191001230219

 Chapter six 

“Who invited you here?” Fitz asked coldly, glaring at Keefe. Sophie looked back and forth between the two boys, completely mystified.

“I came by Havenfield to check on Sophie, because she wasn’t answering my calls. Edaline said she was here.” Keefe said, equally coolly. Sophie’s eyelashes itched. There was obviously something going on between them, the must’ve had a fight, but what was so important for them to be acting like that?

“I’m leaving,” She said to Fitz. She spun on her heel and marched towards the door. Keefe caught her on the way out.

“I’ll come with you,” Keefe said, ice blue eyes staring into hers. Sophie felt something flutter in her stomach. To tired to resisted, she simply nodded. He took her hand in his, and they head to the leapmaster. Sophie could still feel Fitz’s glare on the back of her neck as she walked away.

As soon as Sophie got back to Havenfield, she let go of Keefe’s hand. “Hey, Foster?” Keefe said, not in his normal joking tone. “Are you alright? What happened with Fitz?” Sophie’s eyes welled up again and she turned away, trying to hide her tears. “Sophie.” Keefe said. “Please, what’s wrong?”

Sophie turned around. “I’m unmatchable, Keefe,” She wasn’t nervous to say it. She knew Keefe had too many flaws himself to care. Fitz didn’t have any. . . but that’s the thing, Sophie thought to herself. ''He does have flaws. I just never notice them because he keeps it all bottled up and hidden, even better than Keefe did.''

“I’m pretty sure that’s not the whole story, Foster,” Keefe said, his eyes clouded with worry. Sophie sighed.

“Keefe, I just. . . I can’t talk about it right now, okay?” It hurt too much to even think about it. “I just. . . can’t,” They were standing at the edge of a cliff, overlooking the ocean. The iron grey waves lapped at the shore below, and a cool wind whipped her hair around, surely undoing all the brushing she had put into it earlier. Clouds hovered overhead, threatening to rain. And sure enough, she felt a drop land on her nose.

She wiped it away. More drops took its place freckling her face with water. She stared out at the waves, the rain blending with her tears. She felt a hand rest on her shoulder. She turned around. It was Keefe’s.

“Hey, Foster, we should get inside,” Keefe said, looking worriedly up at the clouds, which looked ready to burst, dumping rain down. “Please?” Keefe said, a little twinkle in his eye. “I spent all morning on this hair, and I don’t want it ruined.” She giggled.

“Fine,” she said, and together they walked through the rain towards her house.

-Chloe