At first, she couldn't process anything. People around her gasped, she was still trying to think of what he said before, Fitz's lips were on hers, Fitz's lips were on hers. The boy, that she liked, was kissing her, and she did nothing but stand stock still. Finally she leaned into it, trying to close her wide eyes as her brain started shutting down.
To soon he pulled away but she stood staring at him.
"It's fine if you want to slap me," he said as he made his body go rigid, half from worrying they would never be friends again and half from waiting for the slap. But if there was anything she wanted to do to him, it was kiss him again. That was the most wonderful thing in the world.
As she just stared at him, amazed, he loosed up and looked at her questionably.
"Aren't you going to slap me?" he asked after a minute.
"W-why would I do that?"
"Because you hate me?"
"But I don't hate you."
His eyes widened, wondering if she would say what he was hoping for.
"Then, how do you feel about me?"
"I like you."
"Like-"
"Like like you."
"Well, I, I do too."
And that did it for her. She leaned up and kissed him. This time it was more, loving, then the first one which was more, hopeful. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he wrapped his around her waist, wanting to get closer. She couldn't think of anything. Her last thought would probably be how appropriate was this for school while her first would probably be wanting to know all about him.
When she was forced to pull away she did, even though she never wanted to if she could. She had to let go though, they weren't allowed to stay here forever. As their breathing slowed and they couldn't believe they ever did that, they just looked at each other until someone yelling down the hall broke their trance.
"I-I better go," Fitz said, knowing people would be wondering why he wasn't in his hallway.
She nodded to him as he turned around and left, not taking her eyes off of where he was last seen until she knew for sure he wasn't coming back. She walked over to her locker and looked at all the presents, knowing none of them compared, not even the one in her locker if that happened this year.
She stood staring at her locker for who knows how long when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around and saw Biana standing there holding a present all nice and sweetly, oh no.
"Hey, I was planning on just leaving this present at your locker. But I came here and noticed how you look, wanna talk about what's wrong?"
It was a nice gesture, but nothing was wrong, unless you counted how much she already missed Fitz.
"I'm fine," Sophie said, trying her best to be back to her normal self, if it was possible.
"You sure? You can always talk to me, I'm good with girl problems."
I'm pretty sure you don't wanna talk about your own brother.
"Really. I just, pretty much need to kinda be alone." Unless Fitz came back. "Just tell your brother I said hi."
"I will, I think he said something earlier about giving you a good present."
It sure was.
Sophie nodded and Biana handed her her present then walked away, going off to hopefully give someone the best present ever.
