Breaking the Ice: A Sokeefe Story

Sophie's POV

Oh my gulon! Keefe actually likes me! And he kissed me in the Healing Center! We aren't official yet though. He hasn't asked me on a date yet, but it's only a matter of time. A/N I'm sorry for basically ignoring Dex, Biana, Tam, Linh, Wylie, and Marella. I'll bring them into the story soon. Today is the first day of Foxfire since it was put on hiatus! I get to see my friends again! I went to the Leapmaster, said goodbye to Grady and Edaline, and leaped to Foxfire. After the morning classes, Fitz, Biana, Dex, Linh, Tam, Wylie, Marella and Keefe (squeal) sat at the same table. Keefe slid into the spot next to me. I pretended to not hear Biana whispering to Tam "Should we tell them?" and I pretended to also not notice Tam's extremely red face after the remark. "Sure." he said. Biana said "Uh, guys I sorta am dating Tam." Sophie, Linh, and Marella squealed. "OMG, you guys will be so cute together!" Wylie also turned red and whispered something to Linh. Linh turned red. "Um, I'm also sorta dating Wylie right now." More squealing. Keefe pulled me close. "Should we tell them?" he asked. "Not yet" I said. Fitz was the only one that knew right now.

"So no kissing?" he ask-whispered. I said sadly, "Yes." He slipped a piece of paper to me under the table. It said "Whyyyyyyyyy?" I said "I'm not ready to tell them yet." "But I want to kiss you, Foster." I sighed. "You are ridiculous, you know that?" "That's why you love me, Foster." I said "You always say that." "Because it's true, Foster." I checked my schedule for the next session. It said it was P.E. "Keefe! We have to get to PE!" Keefe groaned. "Fosterrrrrrrrrrrr, why can't we ditch?" I sighed. "Keefe, once again, I am going to my sessions." Keefe sighed. "Fiiiiinnneeee!"  

At PE it was the Ultimate Splotching Championship. I was pitted against Stina at the beginning. Yes! I get to humiliate her in front of the whole school! Payback time! I easily beat her and a bunch of Level Fours, Fives, and Sixes, and then came the finals. Oh no. I was pitted against Keefe. "Ready to beat me, Foster?" he asked. I blushed. Ugh, why does everything he does make me blush? Sir Harding said "Splotch!" and Keefe threw the splotcher at me with his mind. I caught it easily and grinned. "No mercy, remember?" I threw it back at him with my mind and with extra Foot Energy. Keefe got splattered pink. I started giggling.  "Look at Keefe, all pretty in pink!" Keefe groaned. "Fosterrrrrrrr! I will get you for that!" he said.