Sokeefe Snippets

Hallway Love Pt2

Hii I'm back! SHOULDVE WRITTEN SMTH LIKE ON MY OTHER BOOK HAPPY ENDING BRO 😭 matched that title very well. Also this story MAY have gone off point I'm sorry about that. Also, school started and the workload is super heavy so apologies if I don't update on time! Hope you guys like this!
Dedicated to: @MeMyselfAndI231465
You asked for a sequel, don't know if I did it right but I got you one with a lot of Fitz Bashing haha
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Keefe's POV:
Detention isn't that bad when you have your endlessly entertaining, beautiful girlfriend by your side. However, it IS irritating to have your (possible)competition, A.K.A (ex?)bestie glaring at you from the side.

      Being with Sophie Foster meant your life would never be normal. If you'd told Keefe that he and Fitz would be fighting over an insane but beautiful brown eyed blonde who stumbles every five seconds, he wouldn't have believed you.
Like...what was he doing with his life? Something very very fun because its not everyday this ridiculously amazing elf chooses you over some Golden Boy. What he was doing currently, you ask? Oh nothing much just pestering Sophie into another prank.

     "For the last time Keefe, no!" Sophie hissed. Keefe pouted. "You're no fun, Foster," he whined and Sophie gave him a pointed look. Magnate Leto sighed, resignedly.
He then excused himself to attend to an important issue, leaving them alone in his office. Fitz rolled his eyes.
  
     "This is all your fault, Keefe." He grumbled and Keefe had to hold back the urge to break his nose. Hey, he already broke Fitz's jaw, may as well break another perfect little thing on his face. Sophie sighed, exasperated. She was doing that a lot—huh must be practicing to scold their future mini sokeefe babies. Keefe kissed her cheek.
  A voice muttered from behind, "Smooth, Hunkyhair. Real smooth. What do you do when your girl is done with all your crap? Kiss her. Take notes, Pretty Boy." Sophie's face flushed–no surprise there while Fitz scowled–also no surprise there. Keefe rolled his eyes, turning around to find his bodyguard, Ro, filing her ice blue painted nails. Though they had defeated the Neverseen, Ro wanted to stay a bit more. She claimed it was because she wanted to see more of "Elf-y drama" but Keefe was pretty sure it's because she'd miss Sparkletown too much.
  
      Fitz scowled at Ro, muttering something about how she should shut up which earned himself a glare from Ro along with some colourful ogre curses and threats. Something's really don't change.
  "All three of you are so annoying." Sophie grumbled and Keefe grinned at her, kissing her cheek again. "You mean two right? I'm endearing, not annoying!" He corrected, pecking her cheek again. Sophie rolled her eyes opening her mouth to say something but Keefe captured her lips with his, cutting her off. Her hands instinctively curled around his neck.
   Keefe smiled into the kiss, his hands rubbing slow circles on her waist. He bit down on her bottom lip, hand tightening on her waist when she gasped. Her lips parted and Keefe tipped her head back. The kiss deepened, one hand coming up to tangle in Sophie's hair, to which she responded with a small whine. Keefe chuckled, pulling away slightly. Her brown eyes met his ice blue ones and he peppered small kisses to her jaw, dipping lower to her neck. Trailing down and down leaving closed mouth kisses to them and— Keefe was dragged out of his chair and hauled onto the ground, hard.
  Sophie blinked, coming out of her haze. Fitz held Keefe's collar, slamming him onto the ground again. Ro chewed her gum loudly as she commented, "Ooh, a fight! I need snacks, damn it why don't I ever have snacks when I need them?" Sophie jumped to her feet, grabbing Fitz in a vain attempt to push him off Keefe.
    And then they started wrestling. Again.

Sophie's POV

     Sophie groaned, her anger and frustration bubbling in the pit of her stomach. She rubbed the knot under her ribs, restraining from inflicting on them. Keefe, specifically.
In the most disrespectful way possible, she couldn't be bothered about what happened to Fitz. Meanwhile, the boys were rolling around the floor wrestling and tackling each other. Keefe held Fitz pinned to the ground and Fitz kicked Keefe, who's head hit the wall. THEN SOMEHOW HE STILL STOOD UP AND TACKLED FITZ TO THE GROUND?! Do boys not have survival instincts at all, like...genuinely asking. Magnate Leto walked into his office just then to...quite a sight honestly. Keefe and Fitz were wrestling on the ground, Ro was cheering them on and chewing gum in the corner and Sophie stood like a confused but disappointed mother. Then, Magnate Leto proceeded to pick up Fitz by the collar as if he was some dog and put him in a chair before glaring at Keefe.

     "It's not my fault! Fitz tackled me to the ground first!" Keefe protested and Magnate Leto sighed, irritated. To be honest, same Leto same. Keefe looked to Sophie to back him up and Sophie just said, "I mean, yeah." Keefe smiled, proudly. Why was he so cute? It needs to be studied really.

     The remaining minutes of detention consisted in sorting out reports for the Black Swan and it passed rather quietly, save for a few arguments and eyes rolling. Maybe some threats and colourful words here and there too. Magnate Leto may or may not have had to take an elixir from Elwin for the headache Keefe, Fitz and Ro gave him.

  Sophie obviously got that elixir for herself too.

      The entire week was irritating but kind of entertaining. There were many arguments, kisses, makeout sessions, wrestling, bruises, eye-rolls and Sophie may or may not have inflicted on Fitz when he interrupted a rather intimate moment. If she was being completely honest, some twisted part of her deeeepppppp inside of her enjoyed watching him writhe on the ground clutching his head in agony. Not like she told anyone that—or showed it. Though, she figured Keefe knew just chose not to say anything about it. That man knows everything concerning her.

    Stop judging, if you had a man like Keefe you'd understand.