"How could this happen?" Sophie whispered.
Fitz peeked over her shoulder. Then he embraced her.
Grady was impatient with waiting. "WHAT HAPPENED! WHO IS IT!!!!!!!?????"
Sophie burst into tears. "K... k... k..."
"Who?"
"Keefe," she said quiestly, just as Keefe walked into the room.
"Foster! Why are you talking about me? Is it because of my awesome hair?"
Sophie started sobbing again.
Keefe's smirk faded. "Oh... then it's a bad thing," he said. He clapped his hands. "I have some news! Forkle made us do a severe condition training, so he stuffed me, Tam, Linh, Biana, Marella, and Wylie into a FREEZING COLD chamber. He asked everyone to hand over aything hot, so I said, 'I can't very well hand over myself, now can I?' Marella smiled at that, actually- though no else did. Isn't that weird? So anyways, we were all super cold and nobody knew what to do..."
His voice trailed off when he saw Fitz.
With Sophie.
And her match lists.
He cleared his throat. "I got my lists too," he said after a few moments of silence.
"I did too," Fitz said, his tone emotionless.
"Who's your first name?" Keefe asked, then quickly said, "Um, never mind, um, yeah, um, okay... I just wanted to check on you. You've been out.. I was worried... you know..."
He backed out of the room with an almost wistful expression on his face.
"That was weird," Fitz said.
Sophie grabbed her imparter and hailed Biana. "I got my lists in," she told her.
"Why do you sound so sad?"
"No reason."
"Well, I'll alert Linh, WYlie, Tam, Marella, and Keefe to come over to your house with their match lists!"
"What...? Biana, no-"
But Biana was already gone.
