Firkle stares up at Fillmore, who leaned ever so slightly and Firkle nearly recoiled, but he knew he couldn't. He was going to stand his ground. He wasn't weak. He wasn't going to let someone overpower him.

Especially Fillmore.

Firkle dropped his cigarette, stomping on it. "Are we going to have a problem?"

Fillmore smirked and moved his hand to cup Firkle face, but then his wrist was caught halfway through the motion.

Fillmore turned and right as he did, he got decked in the mouth. Firkle jumped and looked  over and saw Ike rush forward to grab Fillmore by the collar of his shirt before continuing to beat him down.

Firkle face flushed bright red, and he fell back against the wall in astonishment. Ike was going to fight someone for him? A strange great rushed through Firkle at the thought, as he looked back over to where Fillmore and Ike grappling at each other.

Ike stood up and walked over to Firkle. He wiped the blood from his lip with the back of his hand and Firkle felt his whole body jump at the sight.

"Are you-" Firkle couldn't help himself, he flung his arms around Ike's neck and kissed him hard.

Ike stumbled back before pushing Firkle against the wall once more. Ike heard the door open and he glanced over to see Fillmore heading back into the school.

"Ike," Firkle whimpered as he pulled away for a brief moment. He kissed along Ike's neck and gripped the front of his hoodie, "That was-" hot "amazing."