Squidward Is a F*ucking Mindreader

9. The Monday After: Return of the Lamp-post

*Becca's POV*

Tutor was loud. My tutor had checked the detention count and found over twenty 3 hour detentions on the system. All from our class. Turns out teachers had found twenty of our class mates blackout drunk at the train station in The Village, supposedly getting a train to The moon. My Form Tutor only had one thing to say to the class.

"Fuck Shittity Fuck Fuck." I smiled discreetly. I had said that phrase to her when she told me about how I had to take an IQ test. It appears to have caught on. "Becca!" Miss Jane called from the front of the room. I had been leaning backwards in my chair with my feet on the table top, earphones in, Listening to The world was Wide Enough from Hamilton. She nodded her head at the door and I looked at it to see Daniel standing in the doorway, a smug look on his prefect face.

I mean I'd never tell him, but he is attractive.

"What do you want, Squidward?" I said. My headphones never left my ears and I Say No from Heathers began to blare into my ears. He winced and I realised I was yelling.

whoops.

I pulled one ear phone out and gestured for him to explain his presence. "You're needed." Is all he said and I glared at him before getting up and leaving the room with him. He thanked Miss Jane and I could've sworn her face turned slightly pink. I mean, he's not that attractive. Jesus.

Daniel pulled the door shut behind me and smiled down at me. I glared at him. "What do you want, Squiddy?" I asked. I think I'm gonna stick to Squidward. Wouldn't want his ego to inflate.

He chuckled lightly. "I wanted to see you. Was that so wrong?"

"Um, yeah, kind of." I exclaimed. I was the definition of annoyed. I was just chilling and he had to come over and ruin it.

We rounded the corner and I walked into a lamp-post.

What the fuck?

Lamp-posts don't belong inside. In the middle of a hallway.

So, using the power of deduction, I hypothesized that this was actually not a lamp-post.

So, after some quick racking of my eidetic brain, I decided the only lamp-post like thing allowed inside, (by some miracle because it really shouldn't go where there might be people) was Miss Lamp-post herself, Jackie.

"Jackie." I said, grimacing up at her. She sneered down at me with a look as cold as the mocha Frappuccino she had gripped between her talon like fingers. Then she looked to my right and saw the tall, and slightly confused boy standing next to me.

"Daniel? Fancy running into you here." She screeched. I covered my ears and tapped my foot. But then Daniel started speaking and I couldn't hear what he was saying so I  uncovered my ears to listen.

"-egs. I mean don't take this the wrong way but I don't wanna hang out with you right now. I'm hanging out with Becca and we're kind of in a hurry." He said, gesturing to me with his head. His dark hair also flicking in my direction. I smiled a fake smile and went instantly back to frowning. Just like my queen, Kagami Tsurugi from Miraculous Ladybug. Damn that show is good. But the theme song is a bit weird.

I'm Marinette, just a normal girl, with a normal life. But there's something about me that, no one knows yet. Cause I have a secret.

MIRACULOUS! SIMPLY THE BEST! UP TO THE TEST WHEN THINGS GO WRONG! MIRACULOUS THE LUCKIEST. THE POWER OF LOVE ALWAYS SO STRONG. MIRACULOUSSSSSSSS.

Damn. But like, I always have to scream that part. Because it doesn't sound right if you don't.

One time I googled Kagami and it said her name means Mirror. Which is crazy considering she's pretty much Marinette but Japanese. Like she really is a mirror image of Marinette and her name reflects that. See what I did there.

"BECCA!" Came the loud sound of Daniel. I frowned up at him.

"No need to shout, No need to yell." I said, quoting Michael Rosen like a British Boss. He was shaking his head and laughing at me.

"Becca, I've been calling you for like three years." I frowned.

"Oh well excuse me, Squiddy, if I'm not used to talking to people, It's not like I'm too hated by the school body to actually have friends." I exclaimed. Jackie looked smug, I have no idea why, she wasn't even a part of the conversation.

"Danny, baby, leave her. She's right. No one likes her. Probably because she has zero sense of style. I can't believe you slept with her." Jackie screeched. She sounds a bit like a pterodactyl.

I was about to protest sleeping with Squidward when he beat me to it. Sort of.

"Firstly, Don't call me Danny. It's Daniel. Secondly, I like her cause she's funny as a fish." I frowned at this. What the fuck? "And thirdly, She's comfortable which is more than can be said for you." 

We both scanned her body and decided it was pretty clear. She was uncomfortable.

She was wearing a thin tube top that looked like it was about to pop off and a short skirt that she kept pulling down. I mean that could have been a sleeve for a shirt that she tied around her waist. Both were short and revealing and, as if her natural height wasn't enough, she was wearing six inch heels that had laced up strings snaking all the way up to her knees. It all looked horribly uncomfortable and I frowned at the clear discomfort in her eyes.

"Jackie, here." I said, pulling my least favourite hoodie out of my bag. By this point it was the only one left in my bag because I'd put on the other nine during tutor. I was a new level of cold. Like literally beyond freezing. I didn't understand how Daniel only had a t-shirt and a zip up hoodie on.

Jackie frowned at the hoodie but still, she unzipped it, pulling it on over her 'clothes' and smiling as she pulled the long sleeves over her hands. I smiled sadly at her. I may hate her but it was clear she was being pressured into wearing clothes she wasn't comfortable in.

"Becca. You're a bitch and I hate you." She whispered quietly. I could tell this was her way of thanking me so I smiled again.

"I hate you too, Lamp-post." And with that I tugged Daniel away. It was getting gross and mushy and I honestly wanted to throw up.

"So you DO want to hang out with me." Daniel smirked and I instantly dropped the sleeve of his hoodie and walked away, sticking my middle finger up behind me.