Hey! I'm back! I hope you enjoyed the last chapter, and I hope you enjoy this one too! Here is chapter 2!
I heard the door to my dorm room burst open and slam shut as Biana, my roommate and best friend, strode into the room
"Detention! For a Week? But you need to help me study!" I put down the book I was reading and looked up at her.
"You heard about that, huh?" Biana rolled her eyes.
"The whole school has heard about that! You never get dentition! What happened?"she asked, flopping onto her bed. I sighed.
"It's complicated." Biana raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean 'It's complicated'?" I opened my mouth to explain,but a knock at the door cut me off.
"That's probably Dex, here too complain about the same thing. You better be ready to spill!" She shouted, walking over to answer the door as I flopped down onto my bed and buried my face in the familiar white bedding.. This was so not going like I wanted it to.
"Hey De- uhh... You're not Dex." I heard from the other side of the room.
"Great observation skills." A familiar voice replied. I perked up. Was that keefe?
"Uh... not too be rude, but who are you and what are you doing here?"
"Well, My name is Keefe Sencen, and I've come to see if Sophie foster was here?" I cocked my head. He had actually remembered my dorm room? I really hadn't expected him too.
I looked up from where my head was buried in my bedding too see Biana look from me, too keefe, then too me again with an arched eyebrow as if to say "Keefe Sencen? Really?" I shrugged. Biana sighed and turned back to the door.
"She's all yours." She said, gesturing for Keefe to come in. Keefe looked around the room, his eyes settling on me, where I was still flopped into my bed. "Well Uhh... I'll just... be going." Biana said awkwardly, slipping out of the room I flopped my head back down into my sheets.
"Hey" Keefe said casually, as if it was an everyday thing for him to be talking to a person with their face buried in their bed.
"Hey" I responded, although my voice was muffled, so I wasn't sure if he could make out what i was saying.
"Is this how you greet all the people who come to see you? Or am I just special?" His voice was a little closer now, and I peeked up to see that he had knelt down so our faces were at the same level.
I was on the verge of saying 'No one comes to see me' But I decided that that wouldn't be the best tactic for making friends. So instead, I replied with "Just you." I could almost feel his smirk.
I felt him slide his hand under my chin, and raise my head up so I was looking at him. "Ya know, it's normal for people to look at each other when they have a conversation. Maybe you should try it sometime." I shrugged.
"I thought you didn't like normal." I replied. Keefe smiled a lopsided smile.
"Touché" He said with a chuckle. "But, really, I can't hear you when your voice is muffled by your bed." He said, plopping down next to me. "And I really like the sound of your voice." He added jokingly. I rolled my eyes, but smiled anyway.
"Whatever loser." Keefe pouted at me.
"Hey! I'm cool!" He said. I smiled, finally sitting up next to him.
"Sure you are." I said sarcastically. Keefe gasped, a mock-hurt look on his face.
"Are you trying to imply that I'm not cool!" I giggled and nodded. He gasped again. "Take that back!" He demanded. I bit my lip and shook my head, refusing to take back what I had said. He huffed. "Fine. I didn't want to do this, but you have left me no choice." Suddenly, keefe Pulled me down so my back was lying on his lap. I was about to ask his what he was doing, when he started tickling me mercilessly.
I shrieked and thrashed, but Keefe kept a firm hold on me, refusing to let me go. "Put me down!" I demanded through my giggles. Keefe smirked at me.
"Not until you admit that I'm cool Foster!" I shook my head.
"Never!" I choked out. Keefe shrugged.
"Okay, then I guess I'll just have to keep tickling you!" His fingers sped up on my stomach, and he placed a hand over my mouth so the people outside wouldn't hear me screaming.
"Okay, okay! Fine!" I said, Keefe stopped tickling me and lifted his hand from over my mouth. from my mouth. I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. Keefe raised an eyebrow, waiting for me to say something. "Fine. I give. Your cool." Keefe beamed at me.
I bit my lip to hold back a laugh. He was cute when he smiled. That thought caught me off guard. Why was I thinking about how cute Keefe was? Sure, he was cute, but I just met him. Plus, I wasn't open to a relationship at the moment. First, I wanted to move out, stand on my own two feet, without relying on my parents or friends. I wanted to start a life for myself. Then maybe I would be open to a relationship. But not now. I was only 17. And besides, he had to have a girlfriend. I mean, look at him! He was handsome, and you could tell by just looking at him that he was probably one of the most popular boys in school. I was awoken from my thoughts by Keefe saying "Hello? Earth to Foster?" I blinked a few times. I was still on Keefe's lap.
"W-What?" I asked, confused. Keefe smiled.
"You're cute when you're flustered. Did you know that?" I blushed fiercely and averted my eyes. "And when you blush. You're cute then, too."
"Can I get up now?" I asked him, already trying to switch into a sitting position. He grinned and shook his head, placing his hand on my stomach to push me back down.
"Nope!" He said, popping the 'p'.I crossed my arms and glared at chuckled. "You can glare at me all you want Foster, I'm still not letting you up.".
"Please?"I Pouted, giving him my best puppy dog eyes. His eyes narrowed.
"You're using the Puppy dog eyes? That's dirty play Foster." But he did let me sit up. I bit my lip, trying to hold back a smile. Why was I enjoying this so much?
After He let me sit up, there was a moment of silence where neither of us really knew what to say. What do you talk about to a stranger you just met? I racked my brain, searching for some way to break the ice that had seemed to form between us again.
"Anyway, is there a reason you decided to show up here?" I asked. He smiled, ad was beginning to reply, when a ringing cut him off. My heart leaped and I jumped in sudden jerk of my body caused me to lose my balance, and I went tumbling off my bed, landing with an yelp into a pile of dirty laundry Biana had left on the floor. The smell of old socks and sweaty shirts filled my nose. I made a mental not to kill Biana the next time I saw her. Who leaves dirty laundry on the floor next to someone else's bed? I sat up, groaning. I tried to straighten my hair, when I realised that in my great fall, something had gotten caught in the mess that was my hair. I tried to give it a hard tug, only managing to make myself yelp in pain.
"You okay over there?" Keefe asked, and I could tell without even looking at him that he was trying-and failing-to hold in his laughter. I jumped again at the reminder that I still had a house guest. Figures. Because falling spectacularly of my bed, landing in a pile of dirty laundry, and getting this laundry stuck in my hair wasn't bad enough. No, that wasn't enough torture for me. I had to have Keefe Sencen watch the entire thing.
"I'm fine." I say, trying to give the unidentified piece of laundry another tug, trying harder to separate it from my hair.
"You don't look fine." He said.
"Then stop looking!" I snapped at him. He threw his hands up in mock surrender. Another loud ring from his phone reminded me that it was still ringing. "You going to get that?" I asked him. He sighed.
"But I was having such a great time watching you!" He complained, smirking. I fixed him with a blank stare. "Okay, okay! Easy on the glaring, Foster." He said reaching for his phone.
I went back to trying to sort through my mess of hair. Tugging on it wasn't working, so I was gonna have to try and untangle it logically. I felt for what was caught, which turned out to be a metal clip. I tried to feel around it to see where my hair had tangled around it and undo them, but I somehow made it into an even more tangled mess.
I let out a frustrated sigh. What was I going to do? I couldn't ask Keefe for help. That would be absolutely mortifying. And no way was I going to try to cut my hair. I could ask for Biana's help once Keefe left, but how was I going to get him to leave?
"Okay... Yeah... Fine... Can it wait?... Okay fine... See you there... Bye." Keefe sighed as he hung up the phone. "Look Foster, I'm sorry to cut this short, but I gotta go. And first, I'm helping you get that bra out of your hair."
My slight curiosity at who he was talking to turned to horror. "It's a bra?!" Great. Just as I thought the situation couldn't get any worse, It had to be a bra. Keefe smirked at me.
"Yup. And I'm getting it out of your hair. Come here." I stood up, blushing fiercely. "You're cute when you blush. Did you know that?" I felt myself blushing even more, and I was sure I was the color of a fire truck. Because Keefe Sencen just called me cute, and I wasn't sure how I felt about that. It was just friendly teasing... Right? Because there is no possible way someone like Keefe thinks of me like that. It had to be friendly teasing.
I walked my way over to Keefe so he could figure out how to get the bra out of my hair. "So... Was that your girlfriend on the phone?" I'm not quite sure what prompted that question. Probably just my curiosity.
Keefe chuckled softly behind me, still working on my hair. "Is that your subtle way of asking if I have a girlfriend?"
"What? No! I mean... It-it wasn't that I just... Oh nevermind." I said, flustered. Out of all the things I could've picked I picked girlfriend. I could of said brother or sister of just friend but nooooo I had to pick girlfriend. I was such an idiot sometimes.
"Well, no that wasn't my girlfriend, and no, I don't have a girlfriend. If you were wondering. It was my mom, she wants to meet up. I don't know why it couldn't wait."
"Oh." I said softly. I racked my brain for something to say, but Keefe beat me to it.
"How did you manage to do this to your hair! It's gotta be a world record in some category." I laughed.
"Oh? And what category would that fit into? 'Worst hair knot', or 'worst fall into a pile of laundry'?" Keefe laughed as he finally got the bra out of my hair, and handed it to me.
"Both I think. He decided. I smiled. "Well, see ya later." He started walking out of the room.
"Wait!" I said, and then immediately regretted it. How was I going to ask the question I wanted to ask without it sounding like I was into him.
"Yeah?" He asked turning around.
"Uh... Could I have your phone number?" I blurted. I felt my cheeks flush, and immediately rushed to explain what I meant. "Like not in a boyfriend/girlfriend sort of a way, but as in, like, friends who share their phone numbers. Like my friend Fitz and I have each other's phone numbers, and we're not dating or anything, because I'm not dating anyone, but we can call each other in a friend way if one of us-" I was cut off by Keefe placing a hand over my mouth.
"Yes you can have my phone number, Foster." He said with an exaggerated wink. I felt myself blush and I gently tugged out an itchy eyelash. "Just let me see your phone real quick." I reached in my pocket, pulling out my phone and handing it to him. He clicked the on button.
"I need the password." He said, handing it back to me. I blushed as I typed in my password. How could I have forgotten it needed a password? I was so stupid. I opened the contacts so he could enter his information.
By the time he had finished, I had pulled out so many eyelashes, I was pretty sure I had a bald spot. "Here you go." He said, handing it back to me with a wink. I looked down at his contact. He had named himself 'The Mighty Keefester' With a winking emoji next to it. I blushed and smiled at him.
"Thanks." I said shyly. "I'll see you later?" Keefe grinned.
"You can count on that Foster. I'll promise you that much." He said.
What did that mean? WAs he trying to imply that he wanted to see me, or was going to have too see me. Maybe it meant that the school was small enough that we were going to see each other at some point in the halls or something. Where was Biana (My official translator for the language of boy) when I needed her?
Keefe reached out and opened the door- and Biana, Fitz, and Dex came tumbling in. They obviously had been listening to the conversation with their ears pressed to the door. Keefe raised his eyebrows. "You must be Foster's bodyguards. What did you think I was going to do? Murder her?!' He asked. Biana shrugged, flashing a charming smile.
"It was well within the realm of possibility." was her only reply. That was Biana for you. She was really loyal and overprotective of her friends.
"Well, I gotta go. See ya Foster!" He said with wink. "Oh, and see you to bodyguards!" he said with a cheesy salute. Biana rolled her eyes, but a hint of a smile appeared on her lips. Keefe slipped out of the room, closing the door behind him. Everyone's eyes settled on me.
"Explain" Biana demanded, at the same time as Fitz said "Who was he?" I sighed. Could this night get anymore embarrassing?
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