---Firkle's pov---

Sally stared at Ike, but she wasn't confident.

Ike grabbed my hand, "Come on, let's go."

I was about to protest, but decided against it. I don't want to be in this hell hole anymore.

We started walking away when Sally started after us.

"Y-You can't just leave! Ike! What if I tell everyone!" She shouts.

Ike stops, jerking me to a stop as well.

He looks up at the clock, then he turns to Sally, spinning me around.

He looks at Sally, "I don't care anymore."

Sally makes a cocky smirk, "I'll tell everyone that-" before she could finish the bell rang and kids came rushing and pushing into the hall. They swarmed around us and Sally.

But, before I could figure out what was happening, Ike roughly shoved his lips against mine.

He put a hand on my waist and released my hand that he'd been holding and brought it up to cup my cheek.

He pulled me closer to him as I placed my hands on to his chest. Some people stopped to stare at us, half the looks of boredom, half with shock and a few people gave us looks of disgust.

Ike pulled away and smirked at me. And I chuckled slightly.

He just doesn't remember that I wear lipstick, does he?