Sometimes, Sophie wished that Keefe Sencen wasn't Keefe Sencen.
That he wasn't how perfect the way he was. That he was so quirky, caring, so... right for her.
Because then, it would be do much easier to accept the scene she just witnessed.
She hated him for making her fall so silently, and hated herself for falling in the first place.
She hated how she she would never get him.
Just that morning, she decided to confess her hidden feelings.
The feelings that she locked up, tucked into a corner of her mind, buried deep down beneath the surface and sealed up tight.
Those feelings for a certain someone.
Yet when she finally thought it was over, it came back, stronger than ever, tearing down her walls until she let it out.
And today, she decided to open the cage.
To get moral support, she decided to go to Biana, since she was always way better at boys stuff than she was, and she might get a few tips on how to confess, although she herself never confessed to any boy before.
Strange how the best advice can come from someone lacking experience.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Somehow, she wanted to look the best for Keefe that day.
It was a simple blue tunic, but it complimented her well. She decided she looked good to go as she glanced at the eyeliner at the table.
Would she be overdoing it? Probably. Still, it brought out her eyes.
Hesitantly, she put it on, poking her eye a few times in the process.
Beauty is pain, she reminded herself as she quickly grabbed her imparter and left.
"Hi Sophie! You seem happy. Do you children have a meeting? Keefe is here too," Della greeted as she stepped into the glittering mansion.
Her face fell a little. Keefe couldn't be here to visit Biana... could he? Nah, he probably came for Fitz.
Still, that slight possibility made Sophie more nauseas as she headed upstairs.
The door was already half open, and Sophie had the great idea to scare her.
Sophie peeked in, and immediately stumbled back to the side of the door.
She gasped, covering her mouth to stop the urge of screaming.
Hot tears brimmed her eyes as she fumbled for her home crystal, and she leapt back home.
Once stepping into Havenfield, Sophie ignored all of Edaline's and Grady's questions, running straight to her room.
The memory was still etched in her mind.
Biana, dressed pretty in pink, was grabbing Keefe's collar. Their lips were touching, and Sophie felt a need a gag at that thought.
Still, he said he didn't like her. And Biana seemed to be over him.
So why?
Sophoe choked on her thoughts, if that was even possible, and tried to convince herself that it was just a nightmare she would wake up to.
She stuffed her face into the pillow, feeling the tears, formed with thr cocktail of anger, hurt, sadness and maybe even jealousy.
She heard faint arguing outside, one was obviously Sandor, telling by the squeaky voice. The other was muffled, and she didn't bother to check.
Assuming it was Edaline, she said, "I'm fine."
"That's good," that voice was definitely not Edaline's.
It was the thief's.
The thief who stole her heart.
Played with her emotions, and she played straight into his game. She didn't really care that he looked shocked as Biana kissed him, nor the fact that his hand looked like it was just about to push her away.
He still kissed her.
Sophie shot him a glare, not trusting her voice to say anything.
"How much did you see?" He asked.
"Enough," Sophie spat, hoping her voice wasn't so shaky.
"Then did you see me telling her I like someone else?" Keefe asked again, and that hurt way more than intended.
"No," Sophie admitted, hating herself for behaving this way.
Why was she suddenly being so petty?
"Sorry," she sighed as she scooted away to let him sit next to her.
"For being so angry about it, I don't know what came over me," she explained further as Keefe sat down.
"Well aren't you going to ask who I like?" Keefe teased, and Sophie was so glad he was already teasing her, even when she was acting like a brat.
"You'll tell me either ways," Sophie shrugged.
Keefe smirked. "True."
And the conversation seemed to die there.
"So, you don't like Biana?" Sophie asked. "Sheesh, I thought I told you before. No!" Keefe said exasperately.
"Okay then who do you like?" Sophie asked, realising she played his game. Again.
Keefe laughed, "Not telling you now!"
Sophie flung a pillow at him for the wait, but he deserved it.
"Well, I like you," Keefe blurted.
Sophie looked at him like he called addressed Voldemort as Voldemort and not "he who must no be named".
Keefe seemed to get a little nervous, which was a little cute by the way, and Sophie snapped out of it.
"I think I like you too," Sophie beamed.
It was Keefe's turn to become a statue, and Sophie understood how uncomfortable it was.
"Say something, please?" Sophie begged.
Keefe quickly leaned in and pecked Sophie on her check.
She could already feel her face heat up instantly, she didn't need Keefe to say, "You're adorable when you blush, you know?"
She then pulled of a move she never thought she would ever do. Ever.
She leaned in, and this time, their kiss was longer, and it really felt like rainbows were everywhere.
"You're cuter when you blush," Sophie noted as Keefe's face was all red as they parted.
"Where does this bring us to now then?" Sophie asked.
"Wherever you want to go Foster."
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
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