It All Started With A 'Please': A Sokeefe Story

16: Get Out

Keefe and I were sitting in his living room getting some regular homework done. It had been an entire week since I realized I had feelings for Keefe. 

Now that I think about it... I've probably liked him from the start, but I think I noticed it as a whole 'butterflies in my stomach' situation last week. 

I looked up at him. He was finishing up a book for literature while I was writing the conclusion of my biology essay. I watched as he put the book down, probably done with it, and he stretched in his chair. 

"Hey, Keefe?" I asked. 

"Hm." He hummed in acknowledgment.

I was hesitant to bring up the topic, but it had to come up sooner or later.

"Shane told me about y-your, uh, dad and his brother."

At this, his head snapped up. "What?"

I nodded slowly. "He told me what your dad did to his b-brother."

I shouldn't have stuttered. 

His jaw clenched.

Uh oh.

"And just like all of the other idiots, you're beliving it too?!" He said. His voice sounded as if he was trying to control the anger.

I backed up. "Shane saw him do it, Keefe."

"Right, so the most logical thing to do is to listen to Shane, huh?" He said, rather than asked. His was voice still controlled, yet it was shaking from the anger he was trying to hide.

My eyebrows furrowed. "N-no. That's not the point, Keefe. I just wanted to hear it from your side."

"It's none of your business. Don't cross boundries that you aren't meant to cross." 

"So what I'm hearing is that your dad was guilty, and you decided to protect him nevertheless." I said. And then I regretted it.

He slammed his hand on the table, making a loud 'bang' sound. "MY FATHER WAS NOT GUILTY. SO SHUT THE HECK UP BECAUSE YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING THING--"

I stopped him there. "Don't say something you're going to regret later."

That hurt. Keefe's never raised his voice at me. So, ineveitably, the watergates opened up and a few tears rolled down, despite my desperate attempts to keep them in.

When he saw this his gaze softened and his angry face faltered.

But then I wiped my eyes. "If you're going to call me things that I don't want to be called, you at least owe an explanation." 

With every word I said, I jabbed my index finger at his chest.

He rolled his eyes and the angry Keefe reappeared. "You don't get to pry into my personal business, even you think that you know everything. You know nothing, so you can shut up and get out of my house."

"No, Keefe, we need to talk about this."

"I said get out of my house." His jaw jerked in fury. 

"Keefe--"

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, SOPHIE."

Sophie. He never called me Sophie. I took that as a sign and picked my stuff up and began to walk to the door. 

Just before I opened the door and left, my jaw clenching and my eyes watering, I turned to Keefe who had his head in his hands. 

"You know, Keefe, I thought you would be the one constant in my life. I though you wouldn't force me out of it. But I guess I was wrong."

That's all I could say before I closed the door and broke down, sobbing and crying from the exhausting events that just happened.

Maybe I shouldn't have pushed because he didn't seem like he wanted to talk about. Maybe I should have bought it up another time. But he still had no right to talk to me like that.

Keefe POV

She closed the door behind her and I snapped back to reality. Almost like I was in a trance of some sort. Did I just say that to her? The only person who has genuinly cared about my existense. I said those things to her.

Ugh, I'm such an idiot. 

But this was a sore subject and she just kept pushing and then I snapped. 

The part that really hurt was when she told me she thought I was the one constant in her life. Did she seriously not know that without her, I'm literaly living for no one?

And I wanted to tell her, right then and right there that I have the biggest crush on her and then crush her with hug, but not only did I chicken out, but it would have also been a very douchebag thing to do. 

What the heck am I going to do now?

There was a long history between Shane and my family. Everyone believes that my father did something wrong, and as much as I hate him, he wasn't at the wrong. 

I need to talk to her and sort all of this out. I don't want to lose her. At all. And I think I put myself in a situation where that might just happen.

*clears throat*

...I can explain. 

Haha, all jokes aside, I'm sorry for the super late update. There's been a lot going on and I needed a break. But I'm back now!

Stay tuned for the next update.

Also, whose side are we on? Sophie or Keefe? Lemme know.