I Hate You, Conformist (Complete)

I Don't Wear Lipstick

---Ike's pov---

I don't know what came over me. I grabbed Firkle's hand and pulled him against the lockers. I moved and pinned him there, knowing it wouldn't be hard.

Firkle is small and cute and petite. Almost like a girl. I don't think it helps that he wears lipstick. Scratch that, it helped him.

So, when I saw his cute face go red, as how his hair fell over his eyes, which were giving me the cute little glare he has... I just couldn't take it anymore.

I leaned forward and kissed him. My lips collided with his, roughly.

I thought he would try to push me away, but he started kissing back. Not nearly as rough as I was, but he was kissing back!

I was so happy I could kiss him! Wait... I was already doing that.

I let go of his arms and moved my hands to his waist pulling him towards me. He wrapped his arms around my neck, and pulls me down.

We continue to kiss, I like his bottom lip. It tastes like lipstick. He opened his mouth, and I stuck my tongue in his mouth. Exploring his mouth.

He pulled me closer and I pulled him closer. It was amazing.

Then, I pulled away and looked at his face. His checks were flushed red and his eyes were half lidded.

I wanted to take him and kiss him all over. I slowly slid my hands up his sides. He brought his hands to my shoulders.

"IKEEE?!" I heard Karen yell.

I instantly let go of Firkle, but felt longing with him standing there.

Karen was obviously near us, but still out of sight. Firkle tapped me on my shoulder, I turned and saw his face was still red.

"Uh, Ike-"

"Ike! There you are! What are you doing with... Firkle..." Karen stopped in her tracks. She pointed at me, her jaw basically hit the floor, "Oh my god."

Firkle was looking at the floor. He had a nervous expression, "Uh, Ike?" He whispered.

"Yeah?" I whispered back.

"Lip stick stains..."