---Ikes pov---

I stare at Firkle. He could be pretty cool, right?

He always seemed so alone and didn't talk much...

I bet he would like a friend. I'd be happy to be his friend.

I walk over to him as he stares into his locker as if it's an empty, bottomless abyss.

"Hey, dude," I smile and pay him on the shoulder.

He jumps slightly and turns to glare at me.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

He looks at me, then back to his pocket before grabbing a book from the top shelf and putting it in his messenger bag.

He slammed his locker a gust of wind blows his hair out of his eyes slightly, only to fall back into place.

He blew a sigh up blowing his hair out of his eye, but it again fell back into place.

He shrugged and turned back to me.

Waving slightly before starting to walk off.

I followed after him.

Is he ignoring me? I know we're not friends and all, but he doesn't have to ignore me. It'd be fine if he told me to just go away.

"Do you walk home?" I ask. The buses already left, so it was a stupid question, but his parents could pick him up, like Kyle picks me up.

He nods slightly.

"Oh cool, do you want a ride?"

He shakes his head and walks away once we leave the school.

Did I do something to make him ignore me?