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Chapter 7 - Keefe

Foster.  I hadn't been able to stop thinking about her from the second we met. (u were wronggg, sophie) Her warm brown eyes kept floating around my dreams - and wouldn't leave. They wouldn't listen to reason...literally.

"Stop haunting my dreams!" I almost yelled, but who was I kidding. I...really didn't mind, if I was being honest. But, c'mon. I'm me. And she's Sophie Foster. I may not know her that well, but..I know she's the "it" girl. But she doesn't have the attitude of one. It's like..she's one of the Mean Girls. Without the mean. But I'm gonna start thinking about her. Right now. Chocolate brown eyes with golden flecks flashed through my head. 

Whatever. 

                                        ~ After math class ~

Ditching first class: Accomplished!

Getting Foster to fall in love with the Keefester: Not accomplished.

Isn't my life so great? Jealous, aren't you? Anyways, I gotta go to class. And if you're thinking "Keefe? Class? Whaaat?" Then yes. Beauty and brains. Right? Yeah, don't answer that. But anyways, the next class is art - a subject that I won't completely flunk. Right as I was going to rush to class, Biana, my best friend Fitz's sister, walked up to me.

"Oh, heyy Keefe! Didn't expect to see you here!" she greeted, though she obviously did

"Right. Hey, Bi. I really gotta get to class-" I started.

"Hold on. This won't take long," she interrupted, holding up a perfectly manicured finger. That was the thing about Biana. She was pretty, sure, but..it wasn't so natural, like Sophie. Sophie had this, well, natural beauty that lacked on Biana. My thoughts were so rudely interrupted when Biana blurted out, "I like you, Keefe." 

Her eyes shifted to my lips and she leaned in towards me and closed her eyes. I sucked in a breath, and...

im mean, aren't i? poor bi. she admits her love right after he was practically thinking she wasn't naturally beautiful...anyways, who's looking forward to seeing how keefe reacts? *raises hand*