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

Chapter 7

"You did what?" Biana hissed. Even though it was dark on her end of the screen, Sophie could see enough of Biana's reaction to know that she was about to be grilled for details. "Ugh, never let two hot people alone in a room together and all of that. Should have known. You thought he looked good in his swimsuit though, right?"

"Biana!"

"What am I saying, of course you did, you made out with him in the pool."

"That's... a slightly strong phrase," Sophie said, her cheeks heating up. "We kissed a little bit—"

"Yeah, the level of red you turned when you FaceTimed me definitely said you kissed a little bit."

"Biana, you're not helping."

"You're right, you're right. I should be asking for details." Biana turned on the lamp next to her bed, sitting up, now fully alert. "So. First thing that happened was that I was right about you getting flustered when you two went swimming, right?"

Sophie wanted to bury her face in her pillow. "Yeah..."

"Okay, and I'm betting he was pretty flustered to see you too, right? And don't you lie to me in an attempt at modesty, Sophie Foster," Biana warned.

Sophie thought back. She'd been pretty busy managing her own feelings, but he'd definitely been thrown off a little, his witty remarks coming slower than usual, so... "I think so," Sophie admitted, and if it was possible for her cheeks to get any more red than they already were, they did.

"So, things clearly escalated from there," Biana said suggestively—far more suggestively than was warranted.

"Stop making it sound like more than it was, Biana."

"How am I supposed to know the details if you won't give them to me?" she pointed out.

That was a fair point. Sophie was the one who had FaceTimed her anyway, and she'd done it for a reason. There was no way she could sleep until she'd addressed what happened, and she sure wasn't planning on talking it over with Keefe sooner than was absolutely necessary. "Well... okay. So, uh, I pushed him into the pool—stop laughing!"

"No, continue," Biana said, though she was cackling. "It's just... you pushed him into the pool... and then ended the night with your mouths sealed together."

"Pretty much," Sophie mumbled.

"Okay. Gosh, I wish I had popcorn. Wait, I think I have potato chips." Biana put down her phone, and Sophie stared at her blankets as there was rustling on her end. When she came into view of the screen again, she was holding a bag of sour cream and onion potato chips. "This will do. Okay, continue?" She took a bite of a potato chip, chewing on her side of the screen, her eyes wide with rapt attention.

"Well... I was pretty sure he was flirting with me, but he's always flirting, so I figured it didn't really mean anything, until he seemed to stumble over his words to find an excuse to call me pretty." She couldn't help the way her lips curled into a smile at the memory, and Biana caught it immediately.

"You're smiling."

"Am not."

"You are. Oh no." Biana gasped. "You're catching feelings. This is tragic."

"I know," Sophie groaned. Then she froze, backpedaling. "I mean, I know it's tragic. I'm not catching feelings."

"Uh, we'll talk about that obvious lie later. For now, I want more details." She grabbed another potato chip, popping it into her mouth. "So what happened then?"