---Ike's pov---

I laughed when Firkle shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"It's not funny."

I continue to laugh, "It's really funny."

Earlier, when we were going to lunch, I went to make sure Firkle ate lunch with us.

While he was refusing to go to the cafeteria and I was dragging him down the hall, someone walking out of the cafeteria with their tray ran into us.

Well, more so him.

Their entire tray flipped over and stained the entire front of his shirt.

So, here we are now, Firkle standing in a bright neon tie die shirt that was a few sizes too big.

"Would you stop laughing?"

I laugh even harder and he punches me in the arm.

Then, he starts to walk away from me, his arms crossed over his chest, more specifically his shirt.

"Wait, Firkle!" I call running after him.

He shakes his head and continues walking, until he heads out the back door of the school.

I follow after him.

"Oh come on, it's not that bad."

He leans against the wall and glares at me.

Then, he slides down the wall to sit on the ground.

I hear the bell go off, but let the door close as I move to sit next to him.

"It could be worse..."