Don't forget me

Chapter 3- Keefe

When I'm not at school, or the Vackers, I spend most of my time at our new hideout training. After Foster left, we had to find a new one, one more secure. Not that I was complaining since it was so much better. We called it Silverwing since when it was not invisible thanks to the new gadget Dex made to cover it, every square inch of it was silver.

After she left, I started taking my training more seriously. Now that we didn't have Foster to protect us, we had nobody to rely on anymore, it was also a nice way to express my anger. Without her here I had no one to talk to about my family issues anymore. Of course, I had Fitz, but no one listened like she did.

Forkle also spent a lot of time here, I think he was working on something in his office, not that I would know since he never left it. He'd basically been living in there ever since the holiday party.

That day we were planning on bringing her memories back a few hours to see if there were any possibilities she'd changed her mind, but after I saw how happy she was as a normal girl, I spent almost a half hour convincing Forkle that it was a bad idea after dinner. It didn't matter that I wanted her back more than anything, she was happy. Something I hadn't felt from her in many years. So we let it go.

Nothing has been the same since she left, school has been different, and even our friend group has felt different. Without Sophie, it just feels so, empty. I've even noticed that people tend to try and avoid mentioning her around me, which is probably for the best. They don't know what happened between us, but it feels like they've had a few suspicions over the past year, especially after seeing me practically explode when she said she was leaving.

I was outside in the back where we had most of our training equipment. I liked training alone, I found it peaceful. Except it was never silent since when Sophie left, she left her old iPod with all of her music on it. When she left I remembered about it from that one day when Dex fixed it for her as a gift, so I took it a few weeks after she left because whenever I listened to music it always reminded me of her. Of course, no one knew I had it.

I would normally spend an hour or two out here, or however long I knew it would take for my dad to fall asleep so I wouldn't have to see him when I got back home.

The sky had been dark for probably about an hour or two when I heard somebody walking behind me.

"Mr. Sencen, I see you are not giving that punching bag a single chance." I heard behind me.

I quickly took out the earpiece attached to the iPod in hopes that the person wouldn't see it as I turned around. But of course, it was Mr. Forkle, so of course he saw it.

"I'm just going to pretend I didn't see the human technology you were just using," he said, giving me the you're-not-as-slick-as-you-think-you-are look.

"Thanks," I said, still breathing heavily.

"What are you still doing out here? It's very late," he asked.

"I wasn't really paying attention to the time. Sorry, I'll leave now." I lied.

"I guess you're never paying attention to the time. This is probably the 10th time I've seen you out here past 9:30."

"I guess I should pay more attention," I shrugged.

"I guess you should tell me the truth. What's going on?"

He obviously wasn't going to take the hint, "What's not going on?"

He looked at me with pity.

"Before you answer, I don't want the pity that I can feel radiating off you."