Nicks and Bruises are just trophy cups

Oh Hell No

Firkle pov

Sometimes when I'm alone (very often) someone comes to my mind. Someone who's a total idiot in sort of a good way. One of those popular kids with perfect teeth, perfect grades and perfect body and for me that's not allowed, I mean How am I supposed to stand this "human being" stay inside my head?.

But one thing I'm sure of is that there's something with this boy, something that makes me try to talk to him.

Fuck off all that shitty teenager stuff, I've more important things to do instead of spacing out at school like a total drug addicted.

Second period was not as okay or normal as usual, this time everybody was talking or getting along with a main topic. Just heard "yeah, he told me that but maybe was just joking, there's no way he's a fag" from a recognizable voice for me;Filmore.

Ugh he's such a dick.

Filmore is one of those guys who doesn't even know how to spell "Orange". The only thing he cares about is his muscles ,I have no idea why but means the whole world to him not even school, I know I'm not the one to talk but he just passes the subjects because of his roll in the football team. He's really a jerk and everyone knows it but those conformists just can't say a thing, they're not risking their "social status" right?

Well there's someone who can 'control' Filmore and that is his best friend who's the one I was thinking about a few minutes ago, Ike Broflovski. I wonder if he is really that kind, you can always see him smile with that shiny and fresh look but how does it work? How does that easy going guy gets to be friends with that beast? A mistery I'll never solve.

Is it possible that Ike is an hypocrite? I hope not. Is hard for me to accept that I like like that conformist, ugh that just gave me chills. He's great I've to say, I figured it out a few time ago, maybe 6 months? Can't tell but that's how it is.

The first time I Tought about  just scared me cuz suddenly out of nowhere a "yeah, he's hot" came out of my mouth right in front of my friend Pete while we were talking about dorks in school, he mentioned Ike and I just said that bullcrap. Pete didn't say something mean to me and I'm greatful otherwise I would have been shut there and start a fight.

Once everyone went quiet the class started, I don't like to assist but don't wanna fail subjects and stay at university forever.

Time skip>>>free time.

Seems my next two hour class got canceled, I wanted to unwind and went to the Gym. It's supposed that at this hour no sports club or team is allowed to practice but if you sneak out as good as me you can get in.

I was wrong, once there heard footsteps and screechings. The worst group was there, those nazi conformist cheerleaders.

Practicing for the next competition coming in three months. Does it mean I'm not coming anymore in three months? For fucks sake no.

A squeeky yell took me out of my thoughts, there's no other girl able to squeek like that than Bea. "Come down here Ike baby" she said, without a doubt my look went in his direction. There he was, standing at the gym seats watching the girls training wearing those leggings and slim shilouttes. Ike went with the girls just chilling but my chest was pounding in a " jealous conformist" way; I knew the more I tried to stop it, the more I realized I like that one boy, that stupid superficial and pussy destroyer Canadian stereotype. Guess there's nothing I can do to stop it but let time pass.

Girls laughing and flirting trying to get his attention made me boil in anger and jealous. Not in a "he's my property" cuz there's not even interaction between Ike and me but thinking he likes that type of girls happy, enthusiastic, popular, slim and pretty makes me hopeless.

As I said before, it was so difficult for me to accept I like a boy like him, that was out of my goth lifestyle for not getting even a chance.

"Yes, sure I'll see y'all after school" Ike said and came in my direction, I was hide behind a gym door plus I'm short so it's not difficult for me to pass by without being noticed. He opened the door and get into locker rooms " I can't keep holding it, I'm done" along a big sigh, that's what I heard and made me feel worried. What's going on? Is it even possible that things can go difficult when you are perfect? I was clueless.

I'm a conformist now right? Ugh I gross myself. Must go see Pete and talk to him about this stupid lovey dovey shit.

First chapter. Hey there! Hope you like this shit stuff haha.

I'll be writing more often because I'm in love with this ship and I hove yo do so if u like this chapter please leave something 😂