snippets: enemies to lovers (i)

                                    

                                          
An aggressive knock on her bedroom signaled that Keefe had come for yet another visit. The blonde girl had just been about to go to bed after a long day of meticulous planning, but this visit prohibited that. It was a weird feeling, being in love with someone who you were fighting against, but Sophie felt that Keefe was different. He was in love with her. Love strong enough to break whatever bond he previously shared with the Neverseen. 
"I swear, I'm going to bleed out if you don't open this window," Keefe mumbled. 
Sophie laughed, assuming the statement was a joke. The moment she approached him, she realized how wrong she had been. "Keefe. Oh my gosh." 
The boy was practically dripping in blood, and from her vision, it was more than just his doublet that was stained. His entire outfit was drenched, and Keefe looked exhausted. From the dark bags under his eyes to the hand, pressurizing the wound. The amount of strength it would've taken to sustain an injury as deep as it seemed would've been brutal. 
"Come in, come in. Keefe, what happened?" Sophie failed to mask her panic. However, the moment his lips pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, she calmed down. "You're bleeding."
His smirk skyrocketed his confidence to another level. "Let's talk about something we both can't see. How about me falling for you?" 
The flirt helped, but not nearly as much as she would've liked. Kissing him again, she murmured, "Go clean yourself up, I'll get the blood off the floor." 
"You would think that us being enemies would result in you leaving me to bleed on the carpet, wouldn't you?" 
Sophie gave him a bittersweet smile, "You'd be grateful to know that I don't hate you at all then, Keefe." 
♡⇐ Ｓｏｋｅｅｆｅ Ｌｏｖｅ ⇒♡
Keefe walked into Sophie's room casually, not like he would've done previously when they despised each other. Dressed in a baggy pair of jeans and a blue shirt, he coincidentally happened to be matching with the cupcake pajamas Sophie currently wore. 
The first step taken into the room jet lined to the small settee pushed to the side of her bookshelf. Once arrived, he collapsed on one of the decorated pillows. The move was more dramatic that what she would've preferred, but it was Keefe Sencen. Anything he did, she grew to love.
"I'm tired." Keefe dragged the last syllable of the word. "Volleyball practice was torture." 
Sophie rolled her eyes. "It's just hitting a ball over a net, what's so hard about it?"
The statement made Keefe straighten in his seat, obviously offended. "Excuse me?"
"I said what I said." She shrugged. 
"I'm so tempted to ignoring you like we did before." 
"You're definition of 'ignoring me' is giving lovey-dovey eyes from halfway across the room when anywhere in the same vicinity as me." 
"No, it isn't. But, never mind that." " A dark red tint rampaged across his cheeks. Then, it vanished as a new hope flourished. His arms opened wide, "Hug?" 
Sophie cocked her head at the sudden request. "What?" 
"I just felt like it," Keefe repeated himself. "Hug." 
Her laugh reverberated, but internally, she cooed at how adorable he looked. With his hair messy and shirt askew, Keefe truly looked like an upset child. However, before Sophie could even take a step closer, the blonde boy had already leaped across the room and encapsulated her in one.  
Ruffling the head of blonde, she murmured, "You're cute, Keefe." 
"Shucks," he muttered. "You beat me to it." 
♡⇐ Ｓｏｋｅｅｆｅ Ｌｏｖｅ ⇒♡
You hate Keefe Sencen, Sophie Foster. 
You hate him. You hate him. You hate him. 
He locked you in the janitor's closet merely for interfering with his stupid prank. He tried to get you in trouble with the principal, just when normally conversing. He is the person who nearly made you get a B   on your science project. Not to mention, the amount of times he distracted you from your course work, or displayed such insufferable behavior. Enough tolerance spent to complain about to Edaline. 
Yet... why does he look so lovable, bundled up in a coat and leaning against her shoulder?
For a moment, she just stared. 
Then, she shook her head vehemently, ripping her head away from the sight. Instead of marveling at the detestable boy beside her, Sophie stared up at the glowing chandelier above her. The college library was a beautiful sight with it's high ceiling and towering bookshelves. Aspects of it frightened her, like how the large panels of glass allowed easy surveillance and the amount of shelving permitted maximum secrecy. 
It frightened her as much as it amazed her.
But all that thought was frankly unnecessary. It was all just to divert her attention away from Keefe's soft breathing against her neck. 
Sophie didn't know why she stayed still, allowing the blonde boy a restful sleep. If anything, she should've woken him up with a surprise. Perhaps a jack-in-the-box, or a violent hit to the shoulder. However, Sophie couldn't bring herself to do it. He looked so different from the person who tormented her every move, following her every motive just to irritate her. 
It was respectable, but not desired.
What was desired was for the heavy weight on her shoulder to be extracted. For her mind to travel back to the topic of genetic disorders. For her to open up the workbook and start on the notoriously long worksheet the math professor handed out in the morning. Or for her to go back to her dorm to lay on the bed and let sleep take its toll. 
Sophie glanced down at Keefe. 
Another string of words took shape. 
For Sophie to allow herself to brush the soft lips of the boy beside her. Just once. For her to rid of the boundary between them, so they could exterminate the title of enemies and be more. For her to allow the blonde close so he could not only wrap his arms around her but also vice versa. For her to harbor enough confidence to press her lips against his own, just to know how it would feel. 
Just once, she swore. Just once.
But Sophie knew she shouldn't succumb to the temptation, because eventually, she would get inattentive. She wouldn't care about anything else in this world, if it meant she could keep Keefe to herself. Disruption was something she hated, so even a slight touch was prohibited. 
Because, truthfully: just once? Once in her entire life? 
That would never be enough for her. 
♡⇐ Ｓｏｋｅｅｆｅ Ｌｏｖｅ ⇒♡
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