Sophie POV

                                    

                                          
"Aghhh!" I just woke up from that weird dream.
                          
Who was Keefe? How did I know him? How did he know me? Why did I saw I love you? My roommate Biana woke me out of my daze by waving her hand in front of my face.
                          
"Sophie!!?? Come on let's go get some coffee." I reluctantly agreed. 
                          
I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to get ready. I wore this:


                          
I took my skateboard and started to head out while Biana took her bike. Our personalities are totally different. She is girly and pretty while I'm more.... tomboyish. Biana was wearing a dress with a ton of makeup but she looked really pretty. We started I head to Starbucks. When we got there I took my skateboard inside with me. I froze. I saw someone with ice blue eyes. He was in my dream. The boy turned to face her and looked at her too. They were having a stare contest until he broke it.
                          
"Hey.. my name is Keefe," he said and smirked when I kept on staring at him in shock.
                          
I blushed, "Hi, my name is Sophie Foster."
                          
"Foster I like it." He said. I shrugged and got in line with Biana. 
                          
He followed me. Biana gave us a look and asked me what I want. I told her a caramel Frap, my favorite. Biana told me to go outside ma wait for her to eat our drinks so I did. Keefe followed me.
                          
"Umm, soo...." I said while looking at his eyes. It was like staring into a deep abyss that you could get lost in.
                          
He smirked. "Your staring Foster."
                          
I blushed and looked away. "Sorry. You have nice eyes."
                          
He smiled at me. SMILED NOT SMIRKED. It was a sincere smile. 
                          
"Thanks. You too. They are really pretty," He said then I blushed. Ughh why did i have to have a blushing problem. 
                          
"Thanks..." Biana saves me from saying anything by coming outside.
                          
"Well bye Foster, cya later." He waved and I waved back.
                          
When he got out of view, Biana started to question me. I rolled my eyes. Eyes. Keefe's eyes. I feel so calm looking at his eyes.