Karen slams her hand onto the table excitedly and Ike jumps and looks up at her. "What?" He asks, a smile growing just because Karen was smiling.

Karen grinned further, pulling the chair out and taking a seat, "Are you really with Firkle now?"

Ike smiled and felt his cheeks heat up at the question. "Well..."

Karen squealed and pulled on the ends of her long brown hair. "I want to know everything! I'm so happy for you and for him- and oh my goodness-"

"Karen," Ike laughed, "Calm down. We're still in a study room, we're supposed to be quiet." Ike paused and chuckled to himself, feeling pure bliss, "I asked him to be my boyfriend last night-"

"And what did he say? He said yes right?!"

Ike nodded enthusiastically, "Of course he did- Wait," Ike paused, putting his book face down on the table, "How'd you know? I didn't tell anyone."

"Well..."

"Does Tricia know?"

Karen nodded slowly and hesitantly, "Yeah, I think most people know as of right now..."

"What?" Ike interrupts, "How?"

"Well, I heard it from Tricia, but then she told me she heard it from Sally-"

Ike sighed and rolled his eyes, "Does she seriously still talk to her?"

Karen nodded sadly, twisting her fingers tightly through the ends of her hair, "She does," she sounded slightly broken up over it, "But I'm pretty she heard it from Fillmore, or Chris-" Ike tilted his head and Karen looked away from him, "Like, someone on the football team."

"... really?"

Karen nods and Ike leans back in his chair, "Hm," he hums, "I guess I'll have to do something about that..." Ike thought of Firkle- he wasn't sure how Firkle would feel about this... or if he even knew about it.