It All Started With A 'Please': A Sokeefe Story

5: Uh... I'm taken?

We walked back to work in complete silence until I decided to not be a moron and actually talk. "So..." So? So, Keefe, so? Out of all the words in the world, I had to choose so?!

"So what?" She prompted me to go on.

"Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have used you like that. I promise, it won't happen again." 

She let the grin break through this time. "It's alright. Don't sweat it. Honestly... it was kind of fun to mess with that girl. She was really stuck up and she deserved to be put in her place. What she did was utterly disrespectful, and it was funny when I saw that up stuck face turn into misery and horror. Ah, good times." She said, gazing off into the sky.

I smiled and we walked for a couple more minutes. The massive buildings began to close up and the stars began to peek through. The chirping of the birds was coming to a swift end as both of us stepped into the building.

"Shoot, I forgot. What about Anisha?" She asked, looking so worried it was kind of cute.

Shut up Keefe. You're simping again.

"I have my ways. Don't worry."

That was when the gates opened. "H-how did you do that?"

"I'm a master of tricks." I responded, smirking.

"Or he texted me to open the doors so that Anisha wouldn't kill him." A familiar voice spoke.

We both turned around to see Mark.

POV Change - Back to Sophie

We both turned around to see Mark.

Keefe grinned the moment he saw Mark. "Hey buddy."

They did a 'man-hug' where they clasped hands with each other and used them to get closer to one another and then patted each other violently on the back. Another masculine thing that I will never understand. 

Keefe turned to me. "Okay, Foster, here's the plan. In exactly 53 seconds, Anisha will walk to the lobby, which is where we are located. We'll tell her that we were 'about to leave' and say goodbye and then leave like none of this happened. Got it?"

I was astonished by the weird ways of this guy. "I don't really have a choice, do I?"

I sighed. "Alright. Let's do this."

That was when Anisha appeared with her purse and laptop bag. "Do what?" She asked.

"Uh..." Keefe said. Shoot, this was not going according to plan.

"We were about to head home. Super psyched about it." Mark said, saving us all.

"O-o-okay?" Anisha said.

"Yeah, we'll see you tomorrow." I said, walking out of the building as Anisha waved back.

Keefe followed me out while Mark and Anisha took the other exit since it was closer to their home or parking spot.

"Do you need a ride?" Keefe asked. "I'm guessing you didn't bring your car."

I hesitated. He spoke up. "Come on, do you really think I'm a kidnapper? If I wanted to kidnap you, I've had many chances to do it through out today."

That was true. Plus, I trusted Keefe. For some reason. Probably a stupid decision, but, nevertheless, I did. 

"Actually... that'd be great. Thank you."

Keefe looked genuinely surprised for a moment, but quickly recovered, jerking his head and motioning me to follow him. 

We walked for half a minute in comfortable silence and soon reached the parking building. Keefe and I walked to the elevator and hit the third floor. Once we reached the third floor, I followed Keefe as he looked for his car.

I wasn't expecting a broke down vehicle that could barely support itself, but I wasn't exactly expecting a freakin' Bugatti Chiron either.

While I stood there, gawking at his car, he turned to me with a knowing expression.

 "Yeah, yeah, whatever." He said, his smirk wavering. "Come on, let's go."

I pressed the button to open the car and we both climbed in. The fresh smell of mint and AC hit me.

"So..." I said. "You, um, you have a nice car."

"Yeah, no kidding." He said, rolling his eyes.

"Uh, you good?" I asked, turning to him as he began to drive.

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" He said, his eyes trained on the road.

"Because you're acting as if you have a giant butt rash and you're stuck with it for the rest of your life."

A ghost of a smile appeared on his face. "I've always had rich friends." He said.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "Mhmm..." I wasn't sure where he was getting at.

"And... even then, I've weirdly always been forced by my parents to have better things then everybody. Their life motto is 'if you have shiny car and oversized mansion, it automatically makes you better then everyone on this planet' and, frankly, that makes me view my parents as nothing but self-absorbed pricks. And then, when I have friends who aren't as financially supported as I am, it drives me nuts when they somehow find their way into my personal life because they'll always view me as bigger, greater, and luckier and I'll always wonder if--"

"You'll always wonder if they were friends with you for your money or you." Realization settled inside of me.

"Exactly." He breathed. Then he snapped back to reality. "I'm sorry. I overshared way too much, didn't I? I'll shut up now, and you can pretend--"

"No. Thank you for sharing this with me. Sounds cheesy, but... thanks." I said, just as the car reached to a stop in front of my apartment thanks to the GPS.

Keefe shot me a smile as I began to gather my things and open the door. "Thanks for the ride, Keefe."

"Anytime, Foster. I'll see you tomorrow."

When I got to my apartment room, I couldn't help but think about the promise I made to Shane. I wanted to listen to him and stay away from Keefe, but--if I were to be honest--I didn't want to.

I didn't want to stay away from Keefe.

Ahhh. Juicy stuff. Don't we just love it? More to come!