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Discovery | Sophie

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Before going to Keefe's house

"Sophie, wanna grab some ice cream later?" Fitz asks me as I sit beside him on my bed, and I fall backwards onto it, spreading my arms wide. He laughs, and it's a beautiful sound that I seriously want to hear more of. 

"Sure," I agree, then a thought hits me. "Wait - no, I'm so sorry, but I'm busy."

Fitz raises an eyebrow, and ohmygosh, he looks so freaking cute. "Busy with what?"

I'm a bit hesitant. I don't know how he'll respond. But it's not like I can't hang out with other guys. Right? "I...I'm meeting up with Keefe later, at his house. For the science project we're working on." I bite my lip and wait for his reaction.

An emotion flashes across Fitz's face and he looks away, which makes me worried. But then he turns around with a smile on his face - though it looks strained - and I mentally heave a sigh of relief. "That's...cool. We can always have ice cream another time. But..." He frowns, looking down at his lap. "What?" I urge.

"Just...nothing," he says, and I let it drop.  "Okay, well, we can do something else now first," I suggest, and Fitz nods enthusiastically. "What about a board game? Monopoly?" I immediately agree. Monopoly never goes wrong. 

Fitz smiles as I shuffle towards my cabinet to retrieve the box, then set it down on the floor between us, where we're now sitting. "You can start," I tell him, and he obliges, rolling the die. We play for thirty more minutes, and time flies by. Too quickly, because I realise that I'm supposed to be at Keefe's in fifteen minutes.

My face pales. "Oh my gosh, I forgot!" I exclaim, leaping up and abandoning the ten dollar note in my hand. "I need to go!" Fitz looks a little confused as he asks, "Go where?" I turn to him, wondering if he has a goldfish memory or something. "The science project, remember? I have to go to Keefe's hou -"

Fitz cuts me off, annoyance showing on his face. "Why does everything have to do with him?" he asks, an edge to his voice that I definitely don't like. 

"What do you mean?" I ask, confused. 

Fitz huffs, but he's trying not to lash out at me, I can tell, and I appreciate that. More than he knows. "It's just that...well, you're spending a lot of time with him, and..."

"And?"

Fitz sighs, tearing his hand through his perfect hair. "I feel like it might not...be best for us to date if...you like him so much."

I splutter. "Like him? Like him? Fitz, I just see him as a friend!" I say, getting slightly annoyed. It's like he thinks he's the only one I'm "allowed" to spend time with. Like, what the heck? Does he mean that I have to just totally abandon Keefe and cast him away? Seriously? He has to be kidding.

Fitz's cheeks flush angrily. "Whatever, Sophie. The fact remains that you're always going to him. Why can't you come to me? I just think that it's not right for us to be dating when you're sort of seeing another guy. Especially since he's my best friend."

I'm fed up. I'm really fed up with this nonsense. Keefe. Is. My. Friend. "I don't come to you because I'm just not used to it!" I yell. "Out of the two of you, I know Keefe won't judge me, and that's why I go to him! The fact that you're arguing with me just because I have another friend who's a guy shows that you are judging me!"

Fitz is also standing up now, and his fists are balled by his side, but I can see him trying to contain his boiling anger. Honestly, he looks like a volcano about to blow. "I'm not judging you!" he shouts. "I just don't like it that you're so...so close to him!"

I'm close to tears now, and the anger seeps away. It's replaced by sadness and hurt. "Fitz..." My voice cracks. "I would never hurt you like that. I'm being serious. Keefe is just my friend. Why can't you see that? I like you." A bit of the anger is returning.

He just shakes his head repeatedly. "No, Sophie. I can't...I just can't right now. If you want to be together, you can't go running to Keefe every single time."

"What?" I'm astounded. Is Fitz giving me an ultimatum? Unbelievable. He doesn't believe me, and that's what hurts me the most. 

He doesn't trust me.

"Fine," I spit, storming out, "I've got a project to work on, so if you excuse me, I'll be going."

I've stayed strong all this while through the argument. But as I make my way onto the street, I crack. I've ruined everything. Is it my fault? Partly. I'm still angry at Fitz, but sadness is slowly taking over. The tears spill out over my cheeks hard and fast, making ugly streaks on my cheeks. 

Before I know it, I'm practically running to Keefe's house. At least there's someone who won't judge me or blame me for every single mistake I make. 

I fall onto his door, ringing the doorbell and pounding my fists, letting out a strangled sob. I need someone to just...be there for me.

Soon, the door opens, and I see Keefe standing there. But it's not worry on his face, which is what I expected (because I'm a sobbing mess). He's totally pale when he sees me, like he's...afraid, and I don't understand why. 

Then my eyes travel to his eyes, and I do understand.

They're ice blue. With golden flecks in them.

The same in mine. 

My mind can only come to a shocking conclusion, and a discovery: Keefe Sencen is my soulmate.