Just a fun peek at Keefe's life in London :) Enjoy!
I just couldn't do it anymore. I immediately felt bad for hanging up on her, and the glimpse I had of her brown eyes filling with worry deepened my regret. I shook my head, blonde hair drooping with my spirit.
It just made me so jealous
to know
Fitz was caring for her
the way I should.
Fitz. His name rolled around in my head. He wasn't technically betraying me, but it felt like it. I shouldn't blame him though. It takes two.
Sophie must love him, to be giving him another chance. That's what I love about her; she's so kind. And if she's happiest with him... I can't take away her happiness.
I open my phone's gallery to lose myself in the past. There's the picture with Sophie glaring at the camera after detention, and the one where she's smiling after getting her A+ test back.
Ooh, my favorite! This one I got from Biana last year. It's a picture of me when I saved her hide in math class, after goading the teacher into making me do a problem instead of her. Sophie's making a wide eyed look at the camera, while I'm in the background at the board scribbling nonsense. I guess this is my favorite because it really shows off the gold flecks in her eyes. And of course her cute expression of concern.
I miss her.
"Do you mind puttin' that light off? I'm bloody tired!" My roommate, Hugo, grumbled.
I turned off my phone.
"About bloody time!"
Good old Hugo. I'd tried to nickname him Hugomongous, but he hadn't liked that. He's a pretty big guy (hence the attempted nickname) so I had to drop it like a hot potato. In case he took to me like a punching bag.
My other roomie, Oliver, was decent. He reminded me of Fitz, except he was obnoxiously "posh" and well mannered. He fit every stereo type of the well-groomed upper class boy except for his fondness of basketball.
He had a mean pick up game.
Maybe tomorrow I would call Sophie and apologize...
I fell asleep to dreams of bloody basketballs, posh Fitz clones, and Sophie's warm brown eyes.
* * *
I heard my phone ringing somewhere in the dorm.
"Hey Oliver! Could you answer my phone for me?" I squinted at my hair. It needed just a little more gel to get that effortless flair.
"It's a Facetime?" Oliver said uncertainly.
"I'll be there in a few minutes." I knew he would answer, despite his doubts, because he was too polite to object.
"I'll answer it." Oliver's voice faded. I glanced at Oliver's silver wristwatch he'd left in the bathroom. It was 8:00 a.m. here, so it must be around 4:00 p.m. for whoever was trying to contact me. Assuming it was someone from home.
After putting a few finishing touches on my hair, I stepped out of the bathroom and spied Oliver perched on his bed, chatting with someone on my phone.
"No, no, I don't drink tea from a teacup." Oliver laughed. "Only from a mug. It drives my mum crazy that I don't like it served in a teacup. She's super traditional."
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How I Fell in Love (#3 How I Fell in Love Trilogy)
FanfictionAfter Keefe leaves for London, Sophie is torn. Trying to pick up the pieces while going through her final year at Foxfire, Sophie finds that not everything is as it seems.