Sokeefe Oneshots

Tutor (part 2)

Human au

"Foster! Fosterrrrrrr!" Keefe poked my shoulder, forcing me to turn around.

The whole hallway was watching. What was Keefe Sencen, the most popular boy in school, talking to a nerd for? Why was he talking to me?

I was wondering that, too. Usually he only talked to me during my tutoring sessions after school- I had made that rule as I hated attention, and just waving to him in the hallway would make me the centre of gossip in the school.

So, I concluded that he must be really, really excited about something.

"Foster! Guess what?" Keefe grinned, bouncing up and down in excitement. (Or maybe he just drank too much coffee again.) He beamed, and he seemed to be hiding something behind his back.

"What?" I asked, confused. What could possibly be so important that he couldn't wait a few more hours?

"I got an A plus on the Algebra pop quiz!" He exclaimed, shoving his test paper in my face. Yep, at the top right corner, an 'A+' and 'Goood job!' was written in bright red ink.

At first I was delighted. "Congratulations, you deserved it!" I praised him, throwing my arms around him and wrapping him in a tight hug.

I was over the moon, on cloud nine, whatever you called it- I couldn't be happier for him. He had been studying so hard, paid so much attention whenever I tutored him, no one deserved a good grade more than him.

Plus, it meant that my teaching really had helped! He went from a F to an A plus in less than 3 months, that had to mean my tutoring helped him-

Tutoring.

Wait...

Suddenly my eyebrow furrowed into a V shape, panic overwhelming me. Dread started squeezing my heart, choking me, making me worry...

"Does that mean you won't need me to tutor you anymore?" I mumbled, bowing my head and staring at my shoes.

Yes, of course it did- was that why he was working so hard? Why he was so excited that he got a good grade? Because I wouldn't need to tutor him anymore?

I should've been prepared for that to happen. After all, the end of our tutoring sessions would come packaged with the condition that he got a passing grade. Or, in this case, the best grade possible to obtain.

But I wasn't prepared. The past two and a half months, I had been dreading to think of what would happen if I stopped tutoring him. He would be happy, obviously, since that would mean he did well in a test.

But was it selfish of me to wish that maybe, just maybe, he would be sad? Sad that we didn't have an excuse to hang out with each other anymore?

I had grown too attached to him. We weren't close! mWe didn't even talk to each other during school hours! The only time we interacted with each other was during the tutoring sessions.

Keefe didn't seem to realise that his grade would end my career as being his tutor. Not that I cared about being a tutor; hanging out with him was good enough. But he probably wouldn't want to hang out with me.

Keefe's eyes widened as my words slowly sunk in, as if this possibility had never occured to him before. His smug expression vanished, replaced with a frown.

"I-I... what? Wait, seriously? Oh. Oh, okay." He stammered. He nodded solemnly. I finally looked up and met his eyes.

"Well, thanks. You know, for being my tutor and stuff." Keefe muttered. He appeared to be lost in thought; his tone and eyes were hollow.

"No problem. See you around." I sighed. Nodding again, he turned around and walked away.

My heart shattered.

♡︎ 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙 ♡︎

"Foster! Foster!" I heard a familiar voice yelled. I snapped my book shut and looked up, not the least bit surprised to find Keefe sprinting towards me.

"Hi, Keefe. What are you doing here? I thought you hated the library." I said calmly, though inside I was anything but calm.

"Yeah, I do. But I wanted to see you." Keefe smiled. For the first time since I had ever met him, he blushed. Keefe Sencen blushed.

"Oh, okay! Um, here, have a seat." I grinned, awkwardly patting the empty seat next to me. Keefe gave me another warm smile and sunk into the seat.

"Well, I was thinking. And you should be proud, by the way, because I don't think very often. Anyway, you're not my tutor anymore, are you?" He asked, leaning closer and closer to me with each word.

My brain blanked out for a second. My mouth opened, snapped shut, then opened again, making me look like a fish gasping for air. Dammit, Sophie, could you at least try to act cool?

But cool wasn't my thing. And no, I could not.

"U-um, I guess not." I managed to choke out. Thank god, he must've thought I was having a heart attack or something. Stupid brain, why did it have to malfunction when I needed it most?

"Okay, but that doesn't mean we can't be friends, right?" He said, staring at me.

"I mean, you seemed pretty chill and everything when you were tutoring me. So I thought, 'Hey! This girl's pretty fun to hang with. Pretty cute, too. Maybe we could be friends!'" He rambled.

That was the strangest thing I had ever heard him say. He thought I was cute? Wait, he wanted to be friends with me?

What if I wanted to be more than friends...?

He seemed to pluck the question right out of my mind.

"And then I thought, 'Wait a second, I'm pretty sure we already are friends.' Then..." Keefe's voice trailed off.

He slowly shifted closer to me.

"And then I started wondering if we could be more than friends." He continued, his voice softer.

My heart melted. I resisted the urge to pinch myself- he might think I was crazy (if he didn't think so already). Was I dreaming?

My heart, now a gooey puddle, started beating much faster, hammering itself against my chest. More than friends? What did he mean by that? Did he mean...

No. I mentally scolded myself. Don't get your hopes up, he probably meant it as something else.

But, unfortunately, my mouth did not enjoy listening to the pessimistic voice in my head. "I wonder about that too." I blurted.

SOPHIE FOSTER! YOU IDIOT! YOU DUMB, STUBBORN, DELUSIONAL-

Oh.

Oh, because Keefe was smiling, beaming at me with an adorable grin. He was happy, happy that I wanted the same thing he did. And if we wanted the same thing, that meant...

"Sophie Elizabeth Foster, will you marry me?" My eyes widened in horror and the joy in my face was quickly replaced with a grimace.

Keefe burst out laughing. It was a beautiful sound, and I would have laugh along with him had he not just proposed to me.

"Joking, joking. That's for after we graduate." He winked, and I rolled my eyes. "But for now..."

"Sophie Elizabeth Foster, will you be my girlfriend?"

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