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 Chapter four 

Sophie felt her eyes well up, and watch Fitz’s fill with concern. She felt bad for worrying him, but she couldn’t stop the tear from slipping down her cheeks.

“Are you okay?” He asked, concerned, “was it too early? I’m so sorry!” He put the crush cuffs away.

“It’s fine,” she said, doing her best to dry her tears. “I—just. . . I signed up for the match. . .”

“Really?” Fitz said a semi sweet smile on his face, but it turned into a frown. “Then why are you crying?”

This was it. It was time for Sophie to tell him. “Fitz, I— I’m—unmatchable.” She said in the slightest whisper. She looked away from his face, not wanting to see his reaction. She reached up and tugged out a couple eyelashes.

“Oh,” He breathed. “Can I. . . have some time? To think about this. I—just—my family--” Sophie nodded, and turned to walk away. “Sophie! I still like you, okay?” Fitz said, and then hesitated. Sophie felt a wave of anger wash over her. A new Vacker legacy? Is that what he called this? She just wanted to know whether he liked her or not. He didn’t like her, then he did, then he didn’t now he does again?!

She shook her head, “Whatever, Fitz,” she said, tears burning her eyes. “Whatever.” She turned and started to walk away. Fitz rushed after her, and kept repeating, “Sophie, wait! That wasn’t what I meant to say!” She was almost at the door, when Fitz grabbed her arm and spun her around.

“Please, Sophie, let me explain!” She wiped the tears off her cheeks and fixed Fitz with her hardest glare. He was the last person she wanted to talk to right now.

“Fitz, I’ve been begging for your attention for ages, and when I finally got it, it was a dream come true. But now, because of your stupid will to uphold your families legacy, you’re going to sacrifice everything I went through? Just tell me, Yes or No! I thought we were friends.”

“But, Sophie—” Fitz started, his eyes glassy with unshed tears.

“She doesn’t want to talk to you, dude. Back off,” a voice said from behind Sophie. She spun around, and saw Keefe standing in the doorway.

-Chloe