Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-72.205.23.158-20190712212346/@comment-72.205.23.158-20190830230949

'''      Throughout the day, Sophie made it safely from class to class without being spotted by Fitz from hiding in bathrooms and hurrying from class to class. But her telepathy session was next, and then she’d be forced to see him. It seemed there was no way out of it. '''

'''     She felt her heart beating wildly in her chest, and she slowed her pace. What was she going to do? What would she say to him? How would she explain it to him. Oh, why didn’t she tell him sooner? Now it would just make the whole day… difficult. Really difficult.'''

'''     “Sophie!” a voice called. '''

'''     Sophie cringed, turning to find Keefe running toward her with his bodyguard Ro dodging through prodigies. '''

'''     “Hey! Foster, where have you been all day?” he asked, stopping in front of her. “Haven’t been avoiding me I hope?”'''

'''      Sophie shrugged. “No,” she said, avoiding her gaze.'''

'''     “Hey, are you okay? You look a little pale,” Keefe said, concern in his voice. “And I’m picking up a lot of worry in your emotions,” he said, waving a hand in front of his face.'''

'''     “I-it’s complicated. I need to get to class,” Sophie said, starting to walk away. Keefe put a hand on her shoulder.'''

'''      “Come on Sophie. You’re practically dying with worry. And I can also sense a lot of dread. What’s going on?” Keefe asked.'''

'''     Sophie sighed, staring at the mass of students walking by her. Part of her wanted to gush out everything that had happened to her, and another wanted to just ignore Keefe and keep going. The more she thought about it, the more she felt like she was going to explode.'''

'''     “Wow, you’re emotions are getting stronger by the second. Do you need to ditch this class?” Keefe asked.'''

'''     “No, I just don’t want to talk to Fitz right now. It’s nothing,” Sophie said, trying to brush it away. '''

'''     “Whoa! You don’t want to talk to Fitz? That’s a first. Seriously Sophie, you can trust me,” he said, the last sentencing carrying much more meaning.'''

'''     Sophie started down at her shoes. The idea of telling Keefe actually sounded very nice. Well, at least more preferable than going to class with Fitz. Even a few seconds delay seemed like a good idea. And who knew? Maybe Keefe would have some good advice for her. She lifted her head up toward Keefe again. “Fine. I found out I was unmatchable yesterday,” she whispered, so the crowd of students around her wouldn’t hear.'''

'''     “Oh. What’s so bad about that?” Keefe asked, scratching his neck.'''

'''     “Keefe! Don’t you get it? What am I supposed to tell Fitz?” she said a touch louder than she meant to. A few students walking by who hadn’t yet made it to their classes turned their heads toward her. She lowered her voice, saying, “I need to go. I thought you would understand.” as a tear began to slip from her eye. She turned and walked away.'''

'''     “Hey! Sophie, stop!” Keefe said, running to catch up. “I’m sorry. I guess all that matchmaking stuff doesn’t matter to me, but I can see it does to you. I was just being a jerk again.”'''

'''     “It’s alright.” Sophie said. '''

     “Any chance you still want to ditch class?” Keefe asked.

     “Absolutely not,” Sandor growled, reminding Sophie that her bodyguards were still there.

'''    “Come on, Gigantor. I’m sure Elwin would give her a pass. Foster’s having emotional problems. And besides, you can’t really expect her to go to her telepathy class like this,” Keefe pointed out, gesturing toward Sophie.'''

'''     Sandor sighed, eyeing Sophie from head to toe. “I suppose… maybe you’re right.” he admitted. “I’ll go ask Elwin for the passes.”'''

'''     Keefe turned to Sophie. “Whaddya think?”'''

     “Keefe… you don’t need to go through all this trouble for me,” Sophie said.

'''     One side of Keefe’s lips twitched into a smile. “That’s what friends are for. Besides, any day I can ditch history class is worth it,” he said. Then his facial expressions got pinched together, and he looked at the ground. “Anyway, is there any particular place you want to go? We could break into the Mentor’s secret cafe.”'''

'''     A tiny smile appeared on Sophie’s face as she remembered going there not to terribly long ago. “What if there’s someone there?” she asked.'''

'''     “Nah, all the mentors are teaching classes right now,” Keefe said, looking back at Sophie. “And besides, they have mallowmelt today.”'''

     “Wow, you can be very persuasive,” Sophie said.