Sophie POV

"Stop right there!" I hear an all too familiar voice yell.

"Grady!" I hear another voice yell, Edaline.

"Stop, let the kids do their thing!"

"No! I will not let Sophie do her thing with That Boy!"

"Grady Ruwen!" Edaline snaps, "Do not call Keefe that."

"Sorry Eda," We hear Grady mumble, then as if kicked open by a ninja, the door flies open, and there stands Grady, with Edaline standing behind him looking sorry.

"Step away from Sophie," Grady says, pulling out a metal bat.

"Grady!" Edaline and I yell, horrified at the sight of the bat. Keefe backs away from me slowly.

"Chill Grady," he says, hands in the air.

"No! I don't even know what That Boy was doing!"
My face goes bright red as I look around the room at my friends in embarrassment. I try my best to avoid eye contact with both my parents and Keefe. I feel sick, never have I ever in my life ever felt this embarrassed. I tune out my father's rambling and eventually Edaline is able to get him to leave the room. It's silent for a few minutes, I stand up and clap my hands.

"Welp, that was fun. Too bad we got interrupted, I'm gonna go make some Malowmelt feel free to carry on," I say quickly before practically sprinting out of the room.

I go into the Vacker's kitchen when it suddenly dawned on me. Why the hell were my parents over here?! I get myself a glass of water and down the whole thing, next, I walk over to the sink and splash some water in my face. I can feel my hands start to shake and my breath quicken.

Dang, it Sophie, get a hold of yourself, you haven't had a panic attack in years now is not a good time to be having one. I yell at myself. Tears gather in my eyes and a struggle to keep my emotions at bay. Wiggle your fingers, count back slowly from 100, deep breaths Sophie just breathe. I feel a tingling sensation in my fingertips, my vision starts to go blurry so I let myself sit on the floor, the tile is nice and cold on my skin.

A wave of fatigue washes over me, I get control of my breathing and stand up slowly. I fill my glass up again, this time with ice. For some reason chewing on ice seems to calm me down. Maybe it's the shock of the cold that clears the fog from my brain, or just focusing on this one thing and nothing else. My stomach feels a bit queasy and I hold my head over the sink letting my hair fall around my face.

"Sophie?"

My head shoots up and a groan at the head rush I cause myself. My eyes meet with ice blue ones.

"Are you ok? You look really shaky and pale," Keefe rushes over to me.

I shake my head yes, clearly he doesn't believe me. He wraps his arm around me and guides me to the couch where I sit down carefully. I stare down at my hands, they are shaking violently, I take deep breaths and try to calm down.

"Okay, okay," he starts. "What are five things you can see?"

"Um, I, a glass, um, a, uh, lamp, a table, a rug, and you," I choke out.

"What are four things you can feel?"

I take a deep breath and close my eyes, "Your hands, the chair, the carpet, and my hair."

"Three things you can hear."

"My heartbeat, you breathing, talking in the other room."

"Two things you can smell."

"Jasmine perfume, raspberry hairspray," I scrunch my nose.

"And one thing you can taste," he breaths.

I open my eyes to be met with his somehow warm ice-blue ones, "Ice."

Without being able to control myself I tug him into a tight hug and bury my head in his neck.

"Thank you," I whisper.

He strokes my hair softly, "Anytime Foster."

My breathing slows back to normal and the tears stop streaming down my face, the feeling of throwing up goes away. I pull away hesitantly and lock gazes with the cute, caring boy in front of me. He starts to lean in and I pull away quickly.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

He looks away, "Oh, sorry, I just, um..."

I stand up from the chair and he gets up from where he was kneeling in front of me. I pivot and briskly walk away, I go straight up to Biana's room. Everyone is there. B takes one look at my face and shoves the boys out of the room, except for Dex. I lay down on her bed, the room spinning, I close my eyes and wait for a second for my head to still. It's one of the after-effects of having a panic attack, at least for me.

"What happened, are you ok? Did you have another..." Dex trails off remembering who he is with.

I nod my head, nobody else knows about my attacks except for him. I've tried to keep it away from everyone. When people know about it they treat me differently, like some fragile piece of china. Dex is then the one to shove everyone out of the room.

He turns to me, "What triggered it? How did you calm down? Are you ok?"

"You know your questions aren't making me feel that much better," I let out a shaky laugh. "I think just the embarrassment of Grady kind of brought it on. Uh, Keefe, he, found me and helped me, then it was really weird and he tried to kiss me-"

"He what?!" Dex exclaims, turning towards the door.

"No, no, no! Dex! Do not, don't do this right now please," I beg.

The strawberry blonde sighs and walks back over to me. He gets on the bed and places my head in his lap.

He keeps whispering over and over, "It's going to be ok."

Hey everyone! Hope you like the new chapter! Hope you are happy and healthy! ~Lacy

Wassa?! Hope you all like the new chapter! And while you're waiting for a new chapter of Meant to be to come out, I highly suggest you check out Lacy's other story All is Fair in Love and War (https://www.wattpad.com/856035352-all-is-fair-in-love-and-war-a-sokeefe-fanfic-the) It's really good and I love it!! Anyway, hope you enjoyed it, See you later! ~Zeke