I Hate You, Conformist (Complete)

Unable to Seperate

---Ike's pov---

The next day at school, Firkle came into class with a black eye and was still wearing his coat. His face was badly bruised.

He sat down in the desk I front of mine like always. I reached forward to tap him on the shoulder, when a paper hit me in the head.

I looked down, and looked back over in the direction it came from. I saw Filmore staring at me.

I gave him a confused look and reached down and picked up the note.

I unfolded it and looked at the sloppy writing.
Wat r u doing?
I was going to ask Firkle what happened. He's all messed up.
So?
I'm just curious man.
Oh. Y?
Well, it looks like he really took a beating. You know?

Filmore nods his head and puts the note in his pocket.

I shrug. Class starts and all the classes go by in a blur. Even lunch. It's Firkle.

I saw him in the start of the day, he looked really down. Well, more than usual.

He avoided me all day. No joke, I tried to talk to him he'd run away. I try to help him he ignores me. I try to ask him what's up and he just keeps walking. It's getting really frustrating.

I'm going to know what happened.