Difficult (Complete)

(3)

---Firkle's pov---

Once we got to the clinic, I calmed down some. The nurse (obviously) said I was fine and gave us both tardy slips.

As we started down the hall, I sighed. That was embarrassing. I swear I only like him a small, little bit. I could get over him at any second.

... But he's hot. NO. No, Firkle, he's not hot.

"Uh...?" I hear Ike ask, breaking me out of my thoughts.

I turn to look at him. His face is slightly pink. I give him a confused look, "Could you let go of my hand?" He asks looking away from me. We stop walking and I tank my hand away.

"Sorry," I say and feel my face get red.

"I-it's fine... Dude," he says. It doesn't seem like he remembers my name, more of knows. I stare down at the floor. I'm waiting for him to call me a fag already. But, he didn't.

I looked up at him, to see he was already staring at me. He jumped when he saw me look up, he turned and looked away, "S-sorry," he mumbles. His face getting light red.

I don't know what that was about, but I'm sure it was just me.