I'm back with more rewrites! Yayyyy! This one is going to be a challenge, considering how ABSOLUTELY UNBELIEVABLE FREAKING CRINGY my writing is! Yayyyy!

Keefe's POV:

Lord Pretentious yells at me for a bit about Oh no, how DARE I get a ninety-nine on my Elvin history midterm! How DARE I get second place in the entire freaking grade! Life as we know it will end, because Keefe is one point below perfection! AKA Wonderboy! The entire time, I nod along, but honestly... my mind keeps traveling back to the note I left in Foster's locker. Has she read it yet? Did she like it? Is she still oblivious? (Let's be honest, I wouldn't put it past her to remain in denial even after I told her outright.) Or maybe... could she have... had a change in heart feelings... and maybe...

No. I squash the thought before I even have time to think it. No getting hopes up. No optimism. Bad Keefe.

"Are you even listening?" Dad demands.

"Mmm hmm. Definitely." I nod. "You know, there is nothing in the world more important than the crap you are spewing from your mouth right now, so obviously that deserves my undivided attention."

Dad sighs and rolls his eyes. "Just go to your room."

"Gladly!"

I take the Vortinator Of Doom ™ and enter my room. My imparter is flashing with an incoming call from none other than the Queen Of Oblivion Who Just So Happened To Steal My Heart (That's not a great nickname...) herself! I accept the call, and her beautiful face appears on the screen, the gold-flecked brown eyes I dream about (That probably sounded pretty creepy) staring into my own.

"Hey, Foster," I say.

"Keefe," Foster replies, with that odd mixture of exasperation and adorable-ness in her voice. "Are you really going to pretend that nothing happened?"

I sigh, running a hand through The Hair. "Look, Foster I like you, okay?" I repeat, realizing that no matter what my "totally nonexistent" hopes were, she really doesn't like me back. "I've been trying to 'subtly' let you know for years, but you never noticed. So, my only option was this crushing awkwardness."

"I thought you were teasing." Sophie admits. That much was obvious.

"I told you, Foster- I'm always serious, Foster. Especially when you think I'm teasing." That was probably the closest I'd ever come to outright telling her (until now), but even that doesn't work. Again, hence the crushing awkwardness.

Sophie sighs too. "I'm sorry, Keefe, but-"

I begin to see the entire world crashing down around me, but somehow, I keep the Casual Keefe Smirk ™ in place. "I know. You like Fitz. Empath, remember?" Even being an Empath didn't really save me. I was still holding at hope that the tiny glimmer of Keefe-love I felt in her heart had remained... (or maybe grown!) ...and that my telling her would help Foster realize her heart feelings. Stupid hope- all it ever does is let you down!

"I'm sorry, Keefe." Foster says, looking almost as upset as I feel.

"Just… tell Fitz, okay?" I force out. "If you can't be with me, I at least want you to be happy." Obviously, watching the Fitzphie smoochfest is going to be a barf-fest for me, and also probably more painful than stepping on a Lego, but that is true- I can't be happy, but Foster being happy would be almost as good.

"Okay, Keefe," she agrees.

"Thank you."

"Bye, Keefe."

"Wait, Sophie?" I stop her, hoping she'll notice the use of her first name. The Casual Keefe Smirk ™ fades, leaving a sad smile in its place. "Sophie, I... I love you."

"I'm so sorry, Keefe," she whispers, and it shatters my heart.

Sophie's POV:

After Keefe hangs up, I stare at my imparter blankly for a while, trying to sort through my emotions. There's guilt for breaking Keefe's heart, sadness for the same reason... and also being terrified out of my wits, because I'm about to tell Fitz my secret. Once I work up the nerve, I hold up my imparter again and barely even whisper "Show me Fitz."

Fitz answers in a second, teal eyes boring into mine. "Hi, Sophie!" he says. I wait for my heart to do that weird fluttery thing, but it never does.

"I think we should do some cognate training." I say, forcing the words out. If Keefe can do it, so can I. "And I'm actually going to tell you the secret this time."

Fitz grins his movie-star smile, but the flutter still doesn't come. "My house or yours?"

"Yours. Just make sure Biana's not around."

"She's at Tam's house. I think she likes him." Fitz grins conspiratorially.

"What?" I reply. I had been totally convinced that Biana was interested in Keefe! Though I suppose that's probably a good thing... if she liked Keefe, she'd be the third person in the group to get their heart broken. (Plus, Tam likes her, so if she didn't like him, he'd be the fourth.)

"I know, right? Anyway…" Right. The secret. Ugh.

"I'll be there in five." I promise, and then I hang up. "Mom! Dad! I'm going to Everglen!"

"Have fun, sweetie!" Mom yells back. I take a deep breath...

And light leap away.

Sophie is telling Fitz her secret! What will happen next? Well, this was actually a mystery when I first wrote it... but now you can click that little button that says "next" and find out!