How Sokeefe Happened

Awkward...

It wasn't the first time Biana was late for something. To Sophie, the situation's awkwardness made it practically a crime. She tugged at her eyelashes, trying hard not to make eye contact. She could tell Fitz felt the power of the awkwardness too, and he was desperately trying to hide it. He kept on pretending to be thinking about something completely unrelated to the fact that they were trapped in a tiny room together. Eventually, he broke through, 

"Imma kill Keefe when we're let out! He is so...!" Fitz clenched his fists, making an angry grunting sound before pounding on the door again. Sophie checked her watch. It had been almost half an hour since she had called Biana for help. Knowing how awkward it would be, Biana made it even worse. Ever since she and Keefe made things official, Fitz had been acting strangely... tense.

 Fitz stopped banging on the door and sighed. "Look, let's just say what we're both thinking."

 He said, turning to Sophie and scratching his neck, her breath caught in her throat, "I thought it was obvious that I liked you, and you made it seem like you liked me too! Then you just went off and kissed Keefe right after you said you wanted to kiss me! I mean, who does that?" He yelled, shaking his head, "But I forgive you, and... If you ever wanted to, maybe... You know, get beck together with me then I would be cool wi-" 

"Hang on a second... What!" Sophie cut in. Unable to believe what she was hearing, Fitz flashed his movie - star smile. 

"I know I kinda made it seem like we were completely over and everything, but..." He tucked the hair covering Sophie's face behind her ear and leaned in, his lips only a hair's breath away from hers. Right at that moment, the doors swung open and there stood an out-of-breath Biana, panting as she tried to fix her hair, which had messed itself up while she was running. She froze when she saw how close Fitz was to Sophie. 

But that wasn't even the worst of it, because right behind her came a panting Keefe.