Fitz POV

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I'm probably too late. I walk down the hall and... I was right. He was about to ask her  something. And I know what he was going ask her. I ran up to them without thinking. I pulled Keefe aside. "Whoa, dude, what are you doing?" "What were you about to ask her?" "I was going to ask her..." said Keefe, "If she wanted to go to the dance..." "with you?" "With me." "As a friend?" ... he didn't answer. "No." Wow. Ok. This is... I felt like anger was rising up inside me. Without thinking before I did anything... I punched him. He fell and then kicked me. Sophie came running over, and I tried to punch him again. Sophie went in front of me to stop me... and I hit her in the face. It was an accident but guilt washed over me like a giant tsunami. She fell over and Keefe scrambled off the floor.

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