Living in a Blur: a Sokeefe University/Road Trip AU

Chapter 3

Goodness, Sophie, what are you doing?! her brain screamed. Yes, the building had been unlocked, so she wasn't breaking in anywhere, but she had a feeling there were probably rules about sneaking into professor's classrooms in the evening. Though... it only had to be sneaking if she labeled it that way.

She closed her eyes before she opened the door to the classroom, visualizing where the professor had grabbed their papers from. All she had to do was find the file that said exactly what number in the system was matched to her name. If it matched the number on her results, then... she was related to Oralie Fathdon.

But if it didn't match, she could stop with the stupid ideas in her brain about how she'd get to New Jersey.

She almost hoped it didn't match.

Because if it did... Sophie needed to see her. In person.

Sophie took a deep breath before opening the door.

She froze when she realized she wasn't the only one in the room. The professor's computer was open on his desk, and someone stood over it, typing something... but it wasn't the professor.

It was Keefe Sencen.

"Keefe?!"

Keefe jumped, looking up and meeting her eyes. He tried to play it cool, but she saw the flash of guilt in his eyes. She stalked over to the computer, looking at what he had pulled up. It was the gradebook.

The cursor was flashing by Keefe's name for his grade in the latest biology test. He'd said he did well, but for some reason, it looked like he'd deleted the grade that was in there before hand. She looked up at him slowly, keeping eye contact with him as she pressed ctrl+z, undoing the deletion.

He got a C.

Keefe swatted her hands away, quickly replacing the C with an A wordlessly. Sophie whipped out her phone, quickly swiping to the camera and taking a picture. Due to her speed, it was slightly blurry, but it was clearly a picture of Keefe, with the professor's computer open, changing his grade to a test.

Keefe turned his head towards her slowly. Neither had said a word to each other yet.

Sophie clicked off her phone.

"Delete that," Keefe warned, and it was the most serious she'd ever heard his voice.

"Or what?" she challenged. "Look, if not going to class isn't working out for you—"

"That isn't it. I knew everything on that test, I was just distracted," he snapped, "so really, I'm just giving myself the grade I deserve."

"I think a C would be good for you," she shot back. "Maybe teach you some humility. Get you to actually show up to class."

"That isn't the problem," Keefe said again, impatiently. "I know the material, okay? And this is kind of a big deal for me—"

"It's a big deal for everyone!"

"It is not the same!"

"Oh really? Tell me how it's not the same, then."

Keefe scoffed. "Like I'm telling you that. I barely know you."

"Doesn't keep you from flirting with me every single sentence," she pointed out. "So how about you give me one good reason not to email this photo to our professor right now. Maybe even the Dean. Do you want me to email this photo to Dr. Leto?"

"You won't," Keefe said confidently, "because then you'd have to explain what you were doing here late in the evening in the same classroom I was."