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

17: Rainy Night

Surpriseee... two chapters in one day :)

After the weekend was over, I went back to school on Monday like usual. The only difference was that I didn't come with Keefe. I came by myself.

The entire weekend, Keefe and I didn't talk. He tried to text me a bazillion times, but I not only blocked his number but told him to leave me alone for a few days.

Of course, I wasn't going to give him the silent treatment. I want to talk things out with him, but I wanted to be left alone for sometime. 

Maybe I shouldn't have overstepped. But he had no right to talk to me like--

Ugh, there I go again, spiralizing my thoughts about the fight. 

I walked into homeroom, and sat on the other side of the room from Keefe. 

Ugh, this is already way too hard.

I sat down in my seat and took my phone out, trying to busy myself with something. 

I opened Instagram, as one does, and scrolled through the pictures. But my mind was elsewhere, wishing that Keefe and I were still friends. 

No, bad Sophie. You don't care about him that much. 

So I turned to converse with Gabriella, who was sitting next to me. 

"Okay, I've known you since 3rd grade. Something's up. What happened?" she asked the second I turned to face her.

"Nothing." I promptly responded. "Anyways, how was your weekend?"

That was my desperate attempt to swerve this topic.

"Nice try. What happened?" she pushed.

I sighed. No point in keeping it in. "Keefe and I got into a fight. I pryed into his business and kept pushing and then he snapped and--ugh, there I go again."

She chuckled. "Honestly, Sophie, you guys are going to get over it. I know I keep saying this, but... I think you guys would be so cute together. Shophie or Soshane doesn't sound as good as Sokeefe."

I frowned. "What's Shophie?"

"Never you mind."

I rolled my eyes. "Gabs?"

"Hm?"

"I-I... I think I like him."

Her eyes almost popped out her sockets. "What?!"

And the she stood up and yelled. "I CALLE D IT!"

I looked around and everyone was looking at us. I pulled on her arm so she would sit back down. "Shhh."

"Girl, you have to go talk to him. Try to talk it out, he'll probably apologize. And then you can confess and they you'll get married and have two kids names Joe and--"

"What?!"

"Okay, forget the last part. But talk to him tonight. Go over to his place or something.

After contemplating it for a minute, I sighed. "Okay."

She beamed and threw her arms around me, sqeezing the living daylight out of me.

***

I was sitting in my apartment at 8 in the night, sitting in my pajamas.

I kept overthinking. What if he doesn't forgive me? What if he doesn't like me back? 

At the end, I mustered enough courage to change out of sweats and pull on a tight white shirt, high waisted-loose fitted jeans and a pair of high tops, brushed my hair and then walked out.