FirkleBitch

@-STRAWBERRYGIRLHRS- 
          (Do I add a possible unrequited love somewhere in here for Firkle? I could-)
          
          Firkle shrugged off her arm. "I'm serious, Rosalie, let go. I'm not in the mood," he said, glaring at her. "Go bother Pete," he mumbled and when he finally got his arm back, he began to walk faster towards the school, keeping his head down.

@-STRAWBERRYGIRLHRS- 
          
          Firkle was clad in his usual black button-up, black pants, and black creepers. The most colour he had was on his black backpack that had patches and pins and if you looked closely enough you could see the scribbles of his friends. Firkle kept his stoic face as Rosalie clung to him. "Let go of me, poser."