"Sophie… Sophie… Hey, hey, wake up…" I rubbed my eyes, snuggling further into the nice smelling cloth. "I. Don't… don't wanna… don't wanna." The blanket moved and made a nice low sound. I snuggled further into the blanket. The blanket was suddenly less fluffy and was now just soft. Little bits of fuzz tickled my nose and I flipped around and sneezed.

I groaned as I realized I'd fallen onto the floor of our school halls and I heard laughter and footsteps. I recognized the laughter as another of our friend's voices. It was Keefe. The footsteps were loud, so I assumed it was Fitz's. I rolled over, groaning again, and blinked, trying to get used to the bright lights shining above me. I always got slight headaches when looking directly at lights, I didn't know why though.

Fitz bent down and scooped me up in his arms, pulling cloth from under me. I shivered from the loss of warmth, but he draped it over me so I wasn't tangled in it anymore. I relaxed slightly and buried my face in his chest. "Smell nice…" The blanket moved again and the low sound was made again.

Ah, this is so nice. Being carried around in school Fitz's arms. I sighed again. Fitz's nice, muscular arms… Fitz's arms… Fitz's arms! I let out a small yelp and rolled over, falling onto the floor again. I heard Keefe choke, most likely on laughter and even Fitz chuckled again.

I stood up on my feet quickly and awkwardly and regained my balance. I opened my eyes, "H-hey." I tried opening my eyes fully, but my eyelids felt weird. I brought my hands up to gently touch my eyelids and sighed irritably when I realized that they were puffy from crying, no doubt red as well.

I sighed, "How long was I out? When does school start? Why are we at school? When does school start?"

Keefe laughed, "Um, I dunno, like, third minutes maybe? Fitz came waltzing into school, holding you in his arms. All the girls were like," his voice changed into that of a stereotypical prissy girl, "so jealous!"

I blushed, "When does school start?"

Keefe opened his mouth but Fitz placed his hand against Keene's cheek and shoved him away roughly, making him trip over his own feet. "It's approximately forty-five minutes until school starts." I nodded gratefully and combed my fingers through my messy hair, pulling it into a ponytail.

Keefe was still snickering and Fitz was smiling slightly. I smiled back until I remembered why I'd fallen asleep in the first place. My smile fell and it turned into a frown. I hung my head and shuffled my feet. Then I realized I was with other people and fake yawned, looking up and smiling, rubbing my eyes. "I-" I fake yawned again, "am so tired." Keefe shot me a crooked grin and Fitz gave me a reassuring smile. I didn't think Keefe knew about Grady and Edaline because he was making weird faces at me as he made his way backward and began dancing around Fitz quietly.

I wanted to laugh, and normally I would laugh, so I did laugh. I didn't feel like laughing, but I did. Fitz looked at me funny, but that only made Keefe continue on with his antics. I kept on laughing and Fitz turned around. He rolled his eyes but laughed along as Keefe made gestures that made it seem as if Fitz smelled- totally unbelievable because I knew first-hand how good Fitz smelled. How great Fitz smelled.

Keefe winked at me and I blushed despite myself. I harbored no romantic feelings for that crazed blonde prankster, but getting special attention and affection from a handsome boy would make any girl flustered.

I looked away from him, something I normally would've done as well. Good. The last thing I needed was for my friends to worry about me. If they even were my friends.

"So, Foster, how was it lying in Fitz's arms? Was it as great as you'd have dreamed it to be?" It was even better.

"Oh, Keefe, it was wonderful! I mean, if you had a girl to hold your own, she could tell you that herself, but, oh well… I guess you'll just forever be alone."

He looked slightly pleased that I made fun of him and Fitz only snickered. "You're right, Foster. I wish I had a girl of my own. I'm single, unlike… Fitz over here. My man!"

Keefe tried to slap Fitz on the back but got punched in the gut. Keefe winced slightly and wheezed out a laugh. I laughed as well, face still burning. I picked up Fitz's cloak and threw it back at him. "Thanks for carrying me into school. I should go somewhere, though! I meet up with Biana every day thirty minutes before school starts. Bye!" I ran off to the library, taking the long route.

We met up every morning in a corner of one of the floors in the oddly shaped library. I ran up the stairs and ran to the corner, "Hey, Biana!"

She looked up, "Hey, Soph!" I sat down cross-legged next real smile.

"I would've waited for you, but you looked so happy sleeping in Fitz's arms."

I blushed, "It's not my fault he smells nice…"

Biana looked like she wanted to tease me, but she didn't. I noticed her eyes scan my face and hers fell. "Hey, Soph… This isn't about this morning is it?"

I sighed. Why am I so easy to read? "Yeah, maybe a little."

She sighed, "Sophie…" I looked down at my hands laced in my lap.

"Sophie…" Her voice was so warm and comforting I just… "Sophie..?" Something hot and were hit my lap and soaked into the dark fabric of my tunic, leaving a dark splotch on it. "Sophie…" Biana sounded heartbroken. I was heartbroken.

I blinked my tears away, not wanting to wipe them away and show that they were there in the first place. The tears stuck to my lashes and I reached up to rub them away. I ended up pulling out an eyelash instead. I looked up and laughed nervously, "I don't even know why I cried. But- but let's just not speak of this, okay?" She nodded in understanding and then she smiled.

"So… Fitz's arms, huh?" I shoved her away, the action reminded me of what Fitz had done to Keefe, and I blushed. Biana squealed.