Difficult (Complete)

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---Firkle's pov---

I look at the ground.

I try to keep a calm appearance. I feel hurt, but I, once again, don't have a right to be.

So what if he can only look at me and think of a girl? It only makes sense...he is straight after all.

We continue walking in silence. It could be worse. I could've just been abandoned at his house, or kicked out.

I sigh again.

"So... How's Karen?" I ask awkwardly, tired of the silence.

Ike smiles, "She's doing fine. We're working on a project together," he said happily.

I nod, "That's... a thing," I say not being able to think of what to say.

He looks upset by what I said. Great. I'm being an asshole unintentionally again.

"Yeah..." he says looking across the street.

I look at the house we walk by, "I can walk home by myself. Go and see your girlfriend," I say not turning to look at him.

"Uh... no, it's fine. I can walk y-"

"I said, I can walk home by myself. Go see your girlfriend. She's waiting for you," I say turning to him.

He opens his mouth to say something, but closes it and nods, "Okay, see you tomorrow."

I watch him walk away.

I like him. I like him a lot.

There's nothing I can do about it, though.