What is Firkle's reaction to Ike wanting to kiss him going to be? How about we start the chapter and find out?

Chapter 3 – Ice Cold

I gave Ike a confused look. I could have said any number of things, but instead I just said one word: "Why?"

Blushing, Ike looked away. "Well, there's a girl I've been wanting to ask out, and I hear that she's a really good kisser," he explained, looking completely embarrassed, "I wanted to make sure I could match up to her and practice before I asked her out."

I was still confused. "And you wanted to practice on me? A guy?" I clarified. I'm pretty sure Ike's face turned even redder.

"Well, I don't really have anyone else to ask," he pointed out. I noticed he still wasn't looking at me. "I figured this could be your way of paying me back for helping you."

Raising an eyebrow, I looked him up and down. Then I sighed. "All right, fine!" I huffed, "Just don't do anything too weird or kinky."

Ike looked at me and nodded. I expected him to lean in at that moment, but instead he put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me onto my back. Before I could ask what the hell he was doing, he climbed on top of me and straddled my waist. Then he leaned over and pinned my wrists above my head. We stared at each other for a long moment before he finally leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips.

I've heard other people describe their first kiss as being absolutely wonderful and magical experiences, with fireworks going off in their minds, or as the worst thing ever, like being burned by fire and kissing sandpaper or something. But I didn't experience either of those things. All I felt was Ike covering my mouth with his own. Was I supposed to feel something else? I had no feelings for Ike, maybe that was why?

My breathing was calm, my heartrate stayed the same, and I'm pretty sure my blood wasn't rushing anywhere. On the other hand, Ike was getting really into it. He carefully massaged his lips against mine, occasionally letting out a soft moan. His eyes were closed and it was like he had totally forgotten that I was the one he was kissing. I'm not sure why he felt the need to pin my wrists down. It made me feel a little trapped.

I could hear and feel how fast and hard he was breathing. Maybe he was pretending I was the girl he liked. I was surprised when I suddenly felt him push his tongue into my mouth. I forgot how to breathe for a moment as Ike moved his tongue around, feeling and exploring every corner of my mouth. I'm not exactly sure how long he was kissing me for, but what he did next broke me.

He pulled his tongue out of my mouth, which made me think he was done, but instead he lowered his head. I knew what he was doing. The moment his lips touched my neck, I gasped and violently thrusted my hips up into him, bucking him off of me. He yelped in surprise and landed on the other side of my bed with a harsh but soft thud, nearly falling off. I sat up and glared at him as he caught his breath.

"Don't. Ever. Do. That. Again!" I hissed at him, empathizing every word. Ike stared in surprise and slight fear at me.

"I-I'm sorry!" he panted, "I m-must've lost control of myself! I was just really getting into it! I'm really sorry!"

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Whatever," I muttered, "You got your kiss. Now get out of my room."

Ike looked like he wanted to say something else but wisely stayed quiet. He packed up his things and headed to the door. He paused when he got to it. "See ya later, Firkle," he murmured before leaving.

"Yeah, we'll see," I scoffed.

…

As soon as Ike left I started heading over to Henrietta's house. I was so relieved it was the weekend. That's when I got to see my friends the most. We would hang out, smoke, and read dark stuff like old times. Except I had some interesting things to tell them.

I walked into Henrietta's house without knocking, but when I got to her bedroom door I did knock. I didn't want to have a repeat of what happened last time I walked into her room without knocking. I had found Henrietta and Michael completely naked on her bed with Michael balls deep inside of her. Not really something you want to walk in on.

They hadn't even told me they had been dating either. They told Pete, but they didn't tell me. And I have no idea why. I still don't. I would have much rather preferred them telling me instead of having to see… that.

"Who is it?" Henrietta called when I knocked.

"It's Firkle," I replied.

"Come in."

I entered her room and saw that Pete and Michael were already there. Since I lived on the far side of town I was usually the last one to arrive. The college was closer to Henrietta's house than my house was.

"Hey guys," I greeted as I went over and sat on the floor next to Pete.

"What's up?" Michael asked. I sighed.

"Something kind of strange happened to me yesterday," I explained, "When I left the college Ike started following me home."

My three friends gave me confused looks. "Ike? That Canadian boy?" Henrietta clarified.

"Yeah. He told me the principal wanted him to tutor me because my grades have been slipping recently," I told them. Pete frowned at me.

"Firkle, why are your grades falling?" he wondered, "Are you keeping up with your homework?" I felt a little irritated. I didn't need my friends to tell me I was doing badly in school. I already knew that.

"I'm kind of dealing with some stuff right now, Pete," I muttered, "I don't exactly have a lot of support from my family. And my school life is just a fight to survive."

"So, what happened with Ike?" Michael asked, eager to change the subject.

"Well, he came home with me," I replied, "He was kind of nosy. And when we finished my homework it was kind of late so he asked to stay the night."

"Did you let him?" Henrietta wondered. I shrugged my shoulders.

"Yeah," I admitted, "He gave me some sob story about how his mom would be angry if he was out after dark. I made him sleep on the floor, though."

"Heh, nice," Pete sneered.

"Hey, can I get a cigarette? I forgot to bring mine," I requested. Henrietta tossed me a pack and I pulled one out and lit it before continuing. "When I woke up, the little prick was in my bed though," I said.

"Whoa, not cool," Henrietta hissed.

"That's not even the strangest part," I informed them, "When I was trying to get him to leave he said he wanted payment for tutoring me. I tried to give him money, but he said he wanted to kiss me instead."

My friends' eyes all widened as they stared at me. "What?"

"Yeah, he fed me this bullshit story about wanting to ask some girl out who's a really good kisser or something and he wants to be prepared or something," I explained, "I don't know if I really believed him."

"Well, you told him to fuck off, right?" Michael asked. I felt myself blush and I looked away, slightly ashamed.

"Um, actually, I let him do it," I replied. I heard Pete snicker at me and I turned and glared at him.

"Ok, wait a minute," said Henrietta, "So, in order to pay him back for tutoring you, presumably something the principal and teachers asked him to do, Ike gave you some cock-and-bull story about wanting to kiss you so he could practice when he asked out this popular girl later?"

"That's right," I responded.

"And you don't see anything wrong with that?" she asked.

"Well, other than the story being kind of odd, not really," I admitted, "I mean, I don't know why he would want to practice on a guy."

I really didn't like the look Henrietta gave me just then. She looked at me as if I were a complete idiot or something.

…

We decided to switch topics after that and went into our usual readings. I really didn't want to leave Henrietta's house and return to my shitty home, so I asked her if I could spend the night and she agreed. Unlike Ike, I didn't have a problem with sleeping on the floor.

I was awoken the next morning by my phone ringing. Both Henrietta and I groaned at the noise and I grabbed my phone checking the time and who the fuck was calling me. I was annoyed to see that it was 11:30 (way too early for me) and that for some reason Ike was calling me. With a growl, I answered it.

"How did you get this number?" I hissed into the phone.

"Good morning to you too," he mumbled. I sighed.

"What do you want?" I asked. I heard him swallow nervously.

"Um, I… uh… er, was wondering if you, um, wanted to hang out today?" he wondered. I blinked in confusion.

"Why?"

I could easily picture him getting nervous and flustered on the other end. "R-Right, sorry," he stuttered, "I shouldn't have asked. Sorry for bothering you." Then he hung up.

"That was weird," I muttered.

"Who was that?" Henrietta asked, peering over the edge of her bed at me.

"Ike," I replied, "He wanted to hang out with me for some reason. When I asked why he hung up. That kid is weird."

Henrietta raised her eyebrow at me but said nothing.

…

For me there was nothing more insufferable to me than school. Having to wade my way through an endless sea of conformists and posers just so I could eventually join my friends. But like I said before, the football team was the worst. They strode around the school like they owned the place. Their cheerleader girlfriends weren't much better.

I'll never understand how Ike could be friends with Filmore, who was on the football team. I think he was the only one without a cheerleader girlfriend. He also seemed to hate me almost as much as the quarterback for some reason. I mean the quarterback I understood (sort of.) His girlfriend had a crush on me. But I had no idea why Filmore hated me so much.

He didn't even seem to get that much joy out of tormenting me, either. Whenever the team ganged up on me he would be the only one not smiling or laughing. Just glaring. I hated that guy.

Anyway, during school on Monday I tried to get most of my work done during school so I wouldn't have to rely on Ike to help me. Usually after school I would head to the college to continue working while also talking to my friends.

I was passing by the football field with my phone out, texting my friends that I was on my way. Just as I sent the text, someone suddenly grabbed me from behind, causing me to drop my phone. Before I could even react, I was surrounded by the football team and their stupid cheerleader girlfriends.

"Hey there, darkoid," one of the players mocked, "Where do you think you're going?"

"Darkoid?" I repeated, "Wow, didn't strain any brain cells to think of that one, did you?"

The idiot growled. "You don't want to be snippy with us, loser," he warned lowly, "Grab him, guys."

I hissed with annoyance as a bunch of the players grabbed me and started dragging me towards the football field. I started to grow worried when I saw them carrying rope and a large cooler. What were they going to do with those?

I was suddenly slammed against one of the end goals as a couple of the guys started tying me to it with the rope. Everyone was chuckling as they surrounded me.

"Not such a hot shot now, are ya little man?" one of the players laughed, his arm around the waist of his girlfriend.

I glared at all of them, refusing to show fear. Though I flinched when the head cheerleader, the quarterback's girlfriend, stepped in front of me.

"Hey cutie-pie," she greeted in a low voice. I tried to press myself further into the pole to get away from her as she leaned and started kissing me. I cringed at the taste of cherries on her lips. She kissed me for quite a few moments before pulling away.

Behind her I could see her boyfriend glaring at me with pure fury in his eyes. For some reason I had just noticed that Filmore was standing beside him.

Filmore snapped his fingers and two of the football players carried forward the huge water jug. I could hear something sloshing around inside.

"Hey Firkle," he sneered, "Ever hear of the ice bucket challenge?"

And that's all the warning I got before a waterfall of bone-chilling ice-cold water was dumped on me. Ten gallons of freezing water poured over me as I slammed my eyes shut and clenched my teeth, trying to bear the cold. Not only was the water being poured on me, but I could also feel ice cubes pelting me as well. I was more used to the cold than others, but this was freezing me to my core. It felt like it lasted a lot longer than it actually did.

When it was finally over, I was left gasping for breath while the football team and their dumb whores were guffawing with laughter. I looked up, glaring at them. They all looked so stupid, acting as if they had just pulled the cleverest prank ever.

"Darling!" the head whore suddenly exclaimed, "Look at the necklace he's wearing! It's so lovely! I want it!"

The quarterback approached me and once again I tried to move away from him. "Get away, you troll!" I growled, "This is my necklace! She can get her own!"

"Too bad," he grinned, "My girl wants yours."

"Well she can fuck off!" I hissed. He simply chuckled as he reached behind my neck to unhook the chain, completely ignoring me. "Stop!" I shouted, "You can't take that! My friends gave that to me!"

"Now that's a laugh!" one of the whores said, "The freak actually thinks he has friends!"

They all started laughing again, and I couldn't tell if those were tears in my eyes or just water. I couldn't stand these assholes.

As they continued laughing, one of the players started unzipping their pants, and I knew what was coming next. Several others started undoing their pants as well, but before they could whip their dicks out, something amazing happened.

There was a loud bang and a flash of smoke right in the middle of the group. Before anyone could even ask "what was that?" there was another bang and another burst of smoke. Suddenly, the entire group of assholes and their whores was being assaulted with ear shattering bangs and blinding smoke, causing them all to start panicking and finally run off.

I stared in amazement as they ran out of the field. As soon as they were all gone, much to my surprise, Henrietta, Pete, and Michael emerged from behind the bleachers.

"Guys!" I exclaimed, "What are you doing here? How did you know where to find me?"

Pete gave me a confused look. "Well we got a text from you saying that the football team was harassing you again," he told me, "Sorry we didn't get here earlier."

"But I dropped my cell phone when they first grabbed me," I pointed out. I took in a huge breath of air as Henrietta cut the rope off me. And then I immediately started shivering from how freaking cold I was.

"We can worry about that later," Michael said, taking his jacket off and draping it around my shoulders, "Let's get you back to our dorm first so we can warm you up."

I couldn't agree more as I pressed against my friends, trying to keep myself warm.

Pretty intense at the end there, huh? If Firkle didn't text his friends, who did? Also, what did you guys think of the kiss? Let me know in a comment!