Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-36007283-20181011221906

'''Keefe fumed. He had to beat Fitz,  It wasn't fair!'''

'''Keefe knew Sophie liked him. But she liked Fitz more. As an empath, Keefe could feel that.'''

Not ONLY did Fitz have two loving parents, an amazing sister, and crazy powerful telepathy, he also had Sophie's heart.

'''Keefe glared down the hallway Fitz had left, rage boiling. Vision rimmed red with fury, he didn’t notice Tam until he slapped him. Hard.'''

'''"Dude, bangs boy, chill," he growled. Keefe rolled up his sleeves.'''

"Um, not to question that you always make good choices, but what are you planning?  I agreed to help you, and only if you help me get Biana."

'''Tiana. Ugh, another person, chasing after a Vacker.'''

'''"Of course," Keefe muttered. "But Sophie first. What did the note say?"'''

'''“Um, to meet him under the Panakes. Tonight, after classes. Said he wanted to do a trust exercise.”'''

'''Tam watched, wide- eyed, as keefe punched the wall. The glass quivered with the impact. Keefe grunted, gritted his teeth, and straightened. He had to leave his OWN note. '''

'''“I’m an expert at breaking into lockers,” he managed after a moment of silence. “No way is Sophitz gonna happen. Not on my watch.”'''

“Um hey, about your shadow vapour…” Tam begun, “The amount I elt just then was off the-”

'''Keefe silenced him with a glare. “You want to get Biana or not? I need to make sure that this meeting will NEVER happen. Besides, without- it- you’ll never get Biana.”'''

“You could just tell Fitz you have something urgent, Neverseen boy.”

'''Keefe’s eyes widened, and, for just a moment, Tam thought he saw glints of black, like dark pebbles in an ice blue pond. He backed up a step, watching Keefe open Sophie’s locker. '''

Breaths shallowing, Keefe lifted the note with the deftest care, holding it up to the pen in his hand.

'''“Mimicking and forgery aren’t too different from art,” he murmured, carefully tracing in the air until he got the hang of Fitz’s handwriting. Carefully, intensely, slowly, Keefe scratched on the pink parchment while Tam looked on, eyes narrowed.'''

'''Keefe finished editing the letter and swung the locker shut, exhaling with relief. ''Sophitz would never happen. Not only because Sophie was his, but, after all he had sacrificed for Sophie, she surely wouldn’t betray him.'

'''“Let’s go,” Keefe motioned to Tam. “We have a detention to receive.”'''  