Are You Lost?

Chapter 6

Keefe POV!
(Yay keefe! This is basically just his pov of getting ready before picking up Sophie. Enjoy!)

"You did what?!" Daddy dearest yells.

"How many times do I have to say it? I can't go to some business meeting that I won't care about because I'm taking someone to dinner," I sigh.

"And who might that be?" He yells again.

"A girl I met," I reply, being vague on purpose. 

"No Keefe. Absolutely not. You will attend this meeting and you will not go to dinner with some girl," Father of the year shouts,

Knowing that I can't reason with him and he will continue to pry into my personal life, I walk out the door and get in my car.

"Come back here! Where do you think you're going?" He shouts after me.

Ignoring him, I drive off, back to campus. I had to get ready for tonight.

*Super tiny time skip brought to you by The Foster Foot Energy Triumph*

When I get back to my dorm, I rush to my closet to try and find something to wear. I don't want to look like I'm desperate, but I don't want to look like I don't care at all. 

Wait a second, she didn't want this to be a date. I suggested that! So why should I care what I wear? This is hard. 

After a couple minutes, I pick something out, take a shower and then get dressed. 

I wonder what Foster is doing, I think to myself. I must have zoned out for a while, because when I tune myself back into the real world, it's 6:57. "Shoot! I'm gonna be late!" I say aloud.

Running to the elevator, I press Foster's level and wait for it to take me up. I look at my watch and smile. 6:59. So close. Waiting a few more seconds, the elevator dings and lets me out. 

As I walk through the hallway of dorms, I look for 113. And whaddya know! I spy with my little e- well actually, more like, I hear with my little ears (?), two girls shouting at each other in room 113. 

I smile and look at my watch. 6:59:56. 

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I knock on the door.