" ....So Grady threw him out. The end." Sophie finished. 

Biana gaped at her. " WHY ON EARTH?"

" Biana! Didn't you hear the whole story? Keefe broke my mother's favorite vase! I've told you this story about five times!"

" True," Her friend smiled slyly. Sophie sighed. " C'mon, you're gonna make me late for my next class."

" Alright."

The two friends dumped their trays and exited the cafeteria. On their way, they passed Tam leaning against his locker chatting with Marella. 

" Ew!" Biana squealed.

" Shut up!" Sophie elbowed her in the stomach. " They'll hear you!"

" I don't care!" Biana crossed her arms. Sophie rolled her eyes and guided her friend away from Tam and Marella. 

" Yes, I know you have a crush on Tam, but have you realized maybe he's not interested in you?"

Biana fixed Sophie with a glare fit to kill. 

" Sorry! I don't know if he likes you or not!"

They exited paths and headed to their next classes. 

" Sorry about the other days," Keefe apologized as they slipped into their seats. 

" It's okay. For me at least. I'll bet Grady's still fuming, and there's no denying Edaline's mad."

" Dang. I didn't mean for that to happen, you know."

" It's alright." Sophie smiled back weakly.

" Ya know, Foster, how bout you, me and Fitzy go and play some soccer after school tomorrow, aye?"

Sophie's smile disappeared. " I'm grounded from seeing you, Keefe, remember?"

Keefe stroked his chin. " Aye. I forgot. Meet me behind the school after last class, today, eh?"

Sophie nodded, but all through class she couldn't pay attention. It wasn't fair she was grounded from seeing Keefe. Whatever. She'd change that soon.

After school was over, Sophie gathered her things and met Keefe by the soccer fields. 

" What'd you want to talk to me about?" She inquired, pushing back a strand of loose hair. She then vaugely became aware of Keefe's intense gaze on her. She took a step back. " Keefe-"

" No." His voice was barely a whisper. He took a step closer to her. Sophie put her hand on his chest and pushed him away. " Stop looking at me like that!"

" I can't help it." He confessed. 

" Yes you can!" Sophie pulled on her hood and started walking away. She could hear his footsteps following her- or were those her own?

" Foster!" He grabbed her shoulders. She turned and faced him, butterflies in her stomach. " Yes, Mr. Sencen?"

" Please, I don't know what I was doing. Forgive me!" He begged.

" I don't understand you, Keefe." She forced her voice to be hard.

" Of course you don't!" He ran a hand through his hair. " I'm Keefe!  The I have great hair guy!"

A smile tugged at the corner of Sophie's lips. " Yes, I'm aware."

Keefe gathered her hands in his own. " Can't you just defy you're parents rules for once and come over to my house after school? We can burn my house down together!"

Sophie sighed. " Sorry. I just can't do that." Her butterflies tumbled at he looked longingly at her face again. 

" Stop!" She backed away. " Listen, I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow." She hurried away, not wanting to look at the hurt look on his face.