---Ikes pov---

I honestly didn't feel like going to class today, but my mom would totally kill me if I skipped. So, here I am, sitting in English wishing I could be anywhere, but here.

At least there's only a minute or two left.

Finally, class is let out and I jumped from my seat beyond prepared to go home.

I weave my way through the hallway, waving and smiling to friends and other people I pass by.

Then, I see Firkle standing at his locker looking pissed at the people standing next to him.

He just shakes his head and takes a breath before grabbing his bag and slamming his locker shut.

I walk over to him, a grin making itself present on my face.

"Hey Firkle, what's up?" I ask turning and walking through the hall with him.

He glances at me and waves slightly, almost identical to last time we talked.

I nod and put my hands in my pockets, "Walking home again?"

He nods, pushing his hair away from the bridge of his nose with his hand.

"Do you want to hang out today?" I ask.

He shakes his head and continues walking away from me. I wave even though he isn't looking back at me.