---Firkle's pov---

Ike sighed and threw his phone on the couch.

"Sally's coming over..." he mutters.

"Why is Sally coming over?" I ask moving slightly away from him.

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, "I'll tell you later, it's a long story. Don't tell her I'm here."

I open my mouth to reply, but I'm cut off by the door bell.

I get up and open the door, "What the hell do you want?" I ask looking a the blond, preppy girl at my door step.

"I just came over to see if you were feeling better," she says looking over my shoulder.

"I'm fine, now leave," I say, before she could even say something, I slam the door shut in her face.

I turn and walk back into the living room and sit down on the couch next to Ike.

We sit there awkwardly without saying anything for a few minutes.

"Okay, Ike..." I say, drawing his attention to me, "What's been going on?"

He seems nervous, like he doesn't want to talk about it.

"Well, remember when Karen and Ruby saw us kissing that one day?" he asks.

I roll my eyes. Wow, he really thinks I just forgot about it? How could I just forget about it?

"Yeah."

"Well-"