The One With All the Sokeefe.

Chapter Ten: Fitz

(a/n hi guys! I've been trying to work on my other book, so that's why this chapter is going to be so short. Also.. ya'know... FITZ. Even though I am less than a fan, I trying to make him not as bad as Voldemort. That being said,  I am still going to make him kinda mean. Okay, bye!)

Crap. 

"Fitz what did you do?" Sophie yelled, a look of horror on her face. I immediately dropped the chair, and I couldn't answer her. Because I had no idea what I had just done and why. Why would you knock your best friend out with a chair behind him? What person does that sort of thing? The worse physical thing Keefe had ever done to me was right after the Great Gulon Incident. We were playing truth or dare, and Keefe always chose dare, and I always chose truth. So one time Biana dared Keefe to say truth and me to do dare. The dare was something stupid-I don't remember it. But the truth... someone asked him about his past, and he couldn't remember. When he realized what that meant, his face was as white as a ghost. Everyone laughed, but Keefe was scared when he realized that someone washed his memories. People were telling him that he was a chicken, yada da da. But I didn't. Then Stina joined in, but she started to defend Keefe. 'Guys, stop it. Can't you see how white he is? He obviously doesn't remember.' I don't know why, but that made me have the urge to blame Keefe. So when Keefe started shaking, it went against every fiber in my being, but I said something terrible. 'If someone 'erased' his memories, I bet it was his mom. It's the ones that you don't expect are the worst.' Everyone went silent, and no one laughed. Everyone knew about Keefe's father, so whenever he talked about his parents he only referenced his mother. Keefe's head had risen, and when he locked eyes with me, his ice-blue eyes looked like they were about to kill me. But instead, he punched me right in the jaw. 

"We need to get him to Elwin. Right. Now." Biana said, snapping me out of it. 

"Okay. All right." Sophie breathed, her tears beginning to abade. 

"And Fitz." Biana said my name like a razor. "Why would you do this? You should be glad that she's getting over you after you dumped her." Sophie's face changed from rage, to shock, to... disgust. I could feel my cheeks light on fire, and just about when I was about to come clean, Soph spoke up.

"He didn't dump me." I could feel my insides turning. "It was mutual. She just brought the topic up." Sophie didn't meet my eyes, and instead of self loathing, I only felt relief. My mouth still felt dry, and I didn't want to say anything to risk making it worse. Keefe's head had dropped to the side, because no one was bothering with it. I used a little of mine to make sure that he didn't hurt his neck. Sophie and Biana ran out, and left me alone. I sat down on the cool marble floor, and put my head down on one of the columns. I was so lucky that it was the weekend, because I didn't want anyone seeing me like this.

"Fitz?" I saw a girl with frizzy blonde hair poke her head around the column, and she was the last person I wanted to deal with. I nodded,  and Marella sat next to me. Instead of trying to get me to talk, she just started playing with fire. Literally. Her ice blue eyes seemed to light on fire whenever she used her ability. Her hair wasn't braided today-I guess she had a lot on her mind. Her thin lips were shaped into a smile when she made a little poof of flame. I used my telekinesis to bring over one of the legs of the wooden chair, and Marella set it on fire. For a while, we sat there and watched it burn. And that was enough. 

(a/n ya that was very short. But because it was so short, I'll write another one later today. Bye!)