---Firkle's pov---

"Probably," I say turning my gaze away from him.

"Why?"

I shrug, again. As if he expected something different, like a highly logical explanation for why I'm doing this.

"Would you please put the shirt back on?" Ike asks again.

I shake my head. No way in fucking hell.

He sighs, which I take as a sign of him giving up.

Then, he takes off his hoodie and hands it to me.

I stare at it, then at him, then at it again.

"Put it on. You can't walk around without a shirt on."

I shrug and put it on.

After a few awkward minutes of complete silence, Ike stands up.

"Well, I'm going to head to class now..."

I nod.

"Are you going to come too or...?" I stare at Ike for a minute as if he's stupid, "Okay. Never mind. See you later."

With that, he leaves.

I sigh and turn back to look at my legs. His hoodie was too big on me, but smaller than the stupid shirt.

It also smelled like him...

I smiled slightly hugging myself.

I think I like him... A lot.