---Firkle's pov---

After that, I just went home. I didn't want to deal with anymore shit today.

I got home and went straight to my room, slamming the door and falling face first onto my bed.

I wrapped my arms around my pillow, pulling it to my face.

I let the tears fall down my face.

I shouldn't be crying over that stupid conformist. He doesn't matter... not at all. I couldn't possibly care less.

I don't want to him to be near me, but I want him to be here and never leave too.

I can't make up my mind!

I'm to fucking confused about what I'm feeling.

I just want it all to go away.

---Ike's pov---

My chest feels tight like I can't breathe.

It's for the best, but I just don't think it feels right.

I wanted to hug him, and kiss him and just love him. I don't like seeing him crying.

It feels even worse when it's all my fault.

I want to tell him I'm sorry. No, I need to tell him I'm sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

I can't focus through the rest of my classes, and by the time I get home I'm too tired to care.

I walk by Kyle's door, he's on the phone with Stan. He seems like he doesn't care at all about what Stan's rambling about.

It actually seems more like he's upset, or even depressed with whatever they're talking about.

Maybe Kyle could help me...