Yes Homo {Boyf-riends} [Be more chill fanfic]

Chapter 11: Christine

Jeremy's POV

"Are you sure you don't want to stay with me for a while?" I ask Michael as I shut my locker.

Thankfully Michael had an extra pair of glasses in his locker.

"Yeah they may be bad parents but they still love me and get worried." He says.

"Ok if your sure." I shrug.

"Yo! Jeremy!" Rich shouts sprinting up to us.

"Hey Rich!" I greet.

"You sitting with us at lunch today?" He asks.

"Yeah! Michael is too!" I say smiling.

"Sick! Oh and dude sorry about the whole bullying thing." He said turning to Michael.

"Oh..it's fine.." Michael says awkwardly.

"That's it? Make him feel guilty!" A voice says.

I look at Michael, squip was next to him...Rich didn't seem to see him. Michael seemed annoyed, I give him a warning look to not say anything, he seemed confused but kept his mouth shut.

"Sweat I am going to meet Jake see ya!" Rich says and sprints away.

"Oh no Rich can't see me, just you two." Squip smirks, floating around the air slyly.

"How?" I ask.

"I control who can see me." He shrugs.

Michael groans and rolls his eyes.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" He says.

"Well no I'm stuck with Jeremy after all." Squip chuckles.

"And Mountain Dew red won't do anything?" I question.

"Nope!" Squip smiles.

I groan.

Michael and I make ignore Squip and make our way to our first hour.

~time skip~

"Just a drop? It won't be bad I'll be gonnnee~" Squip continues to taunt us as we walk to lunch.

"I am never touching Mountain Dew again." I groan.

"At least he's powerless." Michael sighs.

Squip seemed to pay no attention to our comments and continued.

"-Then I will be gone from your life, also speaking of your life you aren't doing doing yourself any good in that outfit-" he scoffs.

I roll my eyes. I was wearing baggy blue jeans and a zipped up navy blue sweet shirt.

"Hey guys what's up!" I greet as he walk up to the table.

"Don't ignore me!" Squip hisses.

Michael laughs at him.

"Oh.. hey.." Jenna greats snootily looking at Michael.

I sit next to Brooke and Michael sits on the other side of me, the end of the table.

"Please be nice to Michael." I add.

"Why wouldn't they be?" Brooke asks obliviously.

Michael rolls his eyes and opens his lunch box.

"Just making sure they aren't." I say not looking away from Michael.

The only two people who aren't here are Christine and Jake.