I Hate You, Conformist (Complete)

I Know What's Happening

---Ike's pov---

"Lip stick stains..." Firkle says looking at his feet. He looked bright red.

What does that even mean....?

Wait. We were kissing... His lip stick... It stains...

I reach up and cover my mouth, "Uh Karen! I-"

I'm cut off by Karen punching Firkle in the face. She hit him in the eye. Firkle fell back from the unexpected blow. He landed on his butt, clutching his already black eye.

"STOP FORCING YOURSELF ON IKE!! I ALREADY TOLD YOU!" She hits him again.

She stands up and grabs my hand and drags me away. I look back at Firkle. He was sitting up. He looked at me. His eyes looked so hurt. I wanted to run over and hug him.

But before I knew it, I was sitting with Karen outside on the steps. All I could think about was how Firkle and I just kissed. Everything that just happened.

Karen was talking to me. If a somewhat comforting way. She went to wipe the lipstick stains off, but I moved away.

Before Karen could say something to my sudden movement, Firkle walked through the door. He was holding his bag and his sketchbook.

He saw us sitting there and started walking down the stair passes us.

Firkle turned and looked me in the eye. His normal fire filled eyes were instead, full of a painful hurt. It made me want to hug him and make it better.

"Look, Ike, I'm sorry. I won't talk to you again. Sorry," he turned and walked away.

I sat there. Not a word to be spoke. Karen started to rant about how sorry didn't near cut it.

What... What just happened?