Hey Guys! I'm so glad you have chosen to read my story! So, just in case you didn't catch it in the summery, this whole story is basically just one big fluffy piece of Sokeefe goodness (Or, I hope it's good. You tell me!). Also, please don't be to harsh on me it I get something messed up. While I do encourage constructive criticism, please don't just hate on this story for no reason! Also, I don't have an updating pattern, and I am a bit slow, so the updates might take long, but please just bear with me here! Anyway, I bet I'm just boring you with all his talk, so without further ado, here is my story!

My life was all figured out until A little while ago. I had my best friends (Fitz, Biana, and Dex) I was in my first month of my freshman year in college. My schedule was always prepared a week in advance. I had two part time jobs, one at a cafe down the street called 'veloce beatitudine' and one at a candy shop called "Sweet's 'n Treat's" My life was absolutely perfect. And then their was 'the incident' as I like to call it.

I had already woken up in a bad mood. I was walking down the hall to get to my class with about 5 books stacked in my arms, when I ran into the school's bully Stina. I literally ran into her, knocking both of us a few steps backwards. Apparently she wasn't in a good mood either, because she was meaner than normal.

"Watch where you're going Freak!" She sneered. I could hear snickers from the crowd watching and my cheeks flushed.

"Sorry." I mumbled, trying to turn away, but apparently, Stina wasn't done.

"Look at the little freak! Trying to take the coward's way out." More laughs from the crowd. I desperately try to find an escape. Before I could, Stina strut past me. "You're not worth my time." She said dismissively, walking past me. I breathed out a sigh of relief. That could've gone much worse.

I started to walk the opposite direction when, as a final attack, Stina stuck her foot out in front of me, successfully making me topple over, and sending my books flying. I blinked back tears from my eyes as the crowd erupted into a fit of hysterical laughter.

Somewhere in the mists of the crowd I could hear a deep voice say something. I looked up to find a tall guy looking over me. He was probably a junior. He had sparkling ice blue eyes and perfectly disheveled hair. His uniform was wrinkled and sloppy, but he somehow managed to look good in. I could tell, just from looking at him, that he was cool. Someone that everyone wanted to be friends with. It took me a few moments to realize that I was staring."Are you okay?" His voice was concerned, like he actually cared. My lower lip trembled. I tore my eyes away from his, which was a feat that took way too much effort, and before anyone could stop me, I had run off.

I didn't even realize where I was going until I ended up in the bathroom. I locked myself in a stall and buried my face my hands, trying to muffle the sobs. I curled into a ball. I wasn't even sure why I was reacting like this. It wasn't like this was a big deal. It just felt like something had snapped.

Once I managed to get my breathing under control, I exited the stall and stared into the mirror. My eyes were a bit puffy, but other than that, I looked okay. I glanced at my watch.

Crap. I was five minutes late, and my books were probably still scattered all over the hallway. I wipe the last of the tears away from my eyes and rush out of the bathroom. I didn't get more than a foot away from the door when a vaguely familiar voice called "Finally! Seriously, how long does it take a girl too go too the bathroom? You were in there for, like, 7 minutes!"

I spun around to face the boy who had spoken. His ice blue eyes met mine, and my heart switched too hummingbird mode at his smirk. "I think these are yours." He held out all five of my text books. I wrinkled my brow. What was he playing at? Did he want something? "So... Are you gonna take them, or are you just gonna stand there staring?"

I shook my head, trying to knock the sense back into me. I reached out and grabbed the books, looking at the floor, not quite brave enough to meet his eyes. I started walking to my class, and he followed close behind. Seriously, what did he want?

"I'm Keefe. Keefe Sencen." I nodded, and a few seconds of awkward silence passed before he spoke again. "So, you got a name? Or should I just call you 'Hey There?" I rolled my eyes, but a smile tugged at my lips.

"Sophie. Sophie Foster." A grin spread on his face.

"So you can speak. Interesting." I glanced at him. Why was he even here? "So Foster, where are we going?"

"Foster?" I asked, completely ignoring his other question. "You did hear that my first name was Sophie, right?." He frowned.

"Well what's the fun in that? It's just so... so..."

"Normal?" I suggested at the same time as he said "Boring." I raised my eyebrow.

"Should I be offended?" I asked. He shrugged.

"Take It as a compliment that i think you're too cool to be called a boring name. I let out an exasperated sigh, trying to figure out if that logic worked.. "And you never answered my question."

"That's because it's none of your business" I snapped.

"Okay, someone's a little feisty today." he teased, nudging me. I shook my head and a little laugh slipped out before I could stop it. "Will you at least tell me where your dorm room is?" I shot him a glance.

"Why?" He shrugged.

"I don't know. So I can come see you. Isn't that what friends do?"

"Friends?" I blurted out the word without thinking about it. Since when did cute boys want to be my friend? Sure there was Fitz, but that was different. He was only my friend because our parents knew each other. But Keefe? I had never even met him. "I mean... 143. My dorm room is 143."

"I'll keep that in mind." He winked and my heart got a warm fluttery feeling. I glanced at the door we were passing, stopping when I realised that it was my class.

"Well this is my class, so I'd better go." I said, reaching out to open the door.

"Or" Keefe said before I could open the door. "You could ditch with me." He offered. I rolled my eyes.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I'm not sure about you, but I actually care about my grades." Keefe shrugged.

"Your loss. Mrs. Galven is terrible." I glanced at him.

"How did you know?"

"I had her when I was a freshman. She hated me with a passion, but that may have to do with the time I accidently made the formula i was making explode all over her. I wouldn't mention we're friends if I were you." Something about the way he said 'accidently' made me wonder if it was really an accident.

"Well, I better go in if I don't want too many detentions." He shrugged.

"Well, See ya 'round, Foster" He said, starting to walk away. For a second I stood there, watching him leave. Then I came to my senses and turned around to face the door. I reached out to open the door. What was the worst that could happen?

I took a deep breath, and then opened the door.

"Miss Foster" Mrs. Galvin said. "It's so kind of you to finally join us." Her words were almost dripping with sarcasm. I heard a few people snicker, and my cheeks flushed.

"I'm so sorry I'm late." I said, taking the empty seat near the door.

"Care to tell the class where you've been?" She asked. I looked down at my feet, wishing I could disappear.

"I was in the bathroom." I said. It wasn't a complete lie. I had been in the bathroom at first. Mrs. Galvin was apparently not impressed.

"For 15 minutes?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. 15 minutes? I glanced at my watch. Crap. I was later than I thought I was.

"I got lost." I bluffed, hoping she wouldn't press further. For some reason, I didn't want to tell the entire class about Keefe. I glanced up at her, and I could tell that she didn't believe me. I expected her to call me out on my lie, but she just sighed and said.

"Well, that a weeks detention for you." I breathed out a sigh of relief. That went better than expected. Mrs. Galven turned back to the rest of the class and returned to her speech. I tried to pay attention, I really did, but for some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about my earlier conversation with Keefe. At random times, his disheveled blond hair and ice blue eyes would pop into my mind. I would have to find out more about him when school was over.

Okay! I hop you enjoyed that, and please review telling me what you think! Also, I know I didn't really include many characters other than Sophie and Keefe in this, but I promise there will be more Biana, Fitz, and Dex in the later chapters! Well, I'll see you next time! :)