Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-43994132-20191003043001/@comment-43994132-20191004043904

Chapter Three The room went dead silent. Sophie kept her head down. Then, pairs of arms wrapped around her. Biana, Linh, Keefe. Even Mr. Forkle laid a hand on her shoulder. Finally, Sophie forced herself to look into the beautiful eyes of the boy who had said he only wanted her on his Matchlists. The boy who also said that he wouldn't, couldn't, be in a Bad Match.

Fitz sat across the room, staring at her. Sophie couldn't decipher his expression. Was it mad? Disappointed? Disgusted?

"Can I talk to you? In private?" He finally said.

"Y-yes," Sophie managed to croak. They both walked out into the lush pastures. Fitz led her to Calla's Panakes. Sophie sat down and while Fitz still sat down next to her, she couldn't help noticing that there was considerably more distance between them then the last time they sat there together.

"Sophie, you know that I really like you, right?" Fitz asked. She nodded.

"But you also know the damage a Bad Match would do to my family?" Again she nodded, feeling tears well up in her eyes as she realized in what direction this conversation was heading.

"I really wish that this could work out. But you understand why it can't though, right?" Fitz said quietly.

"Of course! I completely understand." Sophie forced herself to tell him. He flashed his movie-ready smile.

"So no hard feelings?" He asked. Sophie shook her head. Fitz grinned at that, a bit sadly this time, then said goodbye and leaped away. As soon as he was gone, all of the tears Sophie was holding back broke free. She sat hunched over, sobbing, when she felt a warm arm gently wrap around her shoulders. She leaned into the embrace, not caring who it was.

When the tears finally subsided, Sophie glanced up and found herself staring into ice blue eyes. Keefe.