"Hey, Keefe?" Fitz asked, plopping down on the couch beside him. "Don't you find it weird that your always busy when I try to introduce you to Sophie? If you weren't strangers, I would've thought that you were avoiding her," Fitz laughed and Keefe joined him wearily, his eyes shooting away from Fitz's. Keefe has been avoiding Sophie, but he wasn't gonna tell Fitz that.
Keefe was selfish. Selfish for not looking at the beautiful girl. Selfish for abandoning the person he now felt he couldn't live without.
"Whatcha guys talking about?" Biana says, striding into the room.
"My girlfriend," Fitz tells her.
Biana's nose wrinkles. "You mean your charity case? You certainly don't mean that girl you brought last night." Biana recognized, sinking into the chair opposite Keefe. Fitz cackles. "Of course I mean her, that poor girl. I might've actually liked her if it wasn't for her soulmate, getting tortured or whatever."
Keefe fidgeted with his fingers, his gaze locked in his lap, not wanting to be a part of their conversation.
"Keefe, what about you? What about those girls you bring back? Aren't your parents worrying?" Asked Biana, oblivious. Keefe's parents would never care or worry. They were never there. Keefe abruptly stood up, stalking away and calling out, "There never were any girls!"