I Hate You, Conformist (Complete)

We're Not Friends

----Ike's pov----

I laugh and yell to Karen, "Hey, Karen watch this!"

I punt the ball and it end up in the stands.

Karen laughs, "Nice going, Ike! Go get the ball."

I sigh and start up the bleachers. As I head to them I see Firkle, he's drawling something in his sketchbook that he always has. He looked cute so concentrated.

"Hey Firkle!" I shout waving. He jumps and instantly slams shut his sketchbook. His face is red and he looks up at me and glares.

"What do you want?" He says coldly.

"Looking for my football. Have you seen it?" He looks away from me and stares off at the ground diagonally.

"No." He then get up and starts to walk away. We're good friends, he's just a little shy.