What is it? I thought, making eye contact with my squip and giving him an intense stare.
He fumbled around a bit before finally answering. Oh um it's nothing, probably just a software error. He said, rubbing his virtual neck and laughing awkwardly. I raised an eyebrow before mocking him and thinking 'you can't lie to me SQUIP, you're inside my brain'
He let out an awkward and uncomfortable laugh before glancing over to something that seemingly caught his attention. I followed his gaze to see Brooke. It was kinda weird to see her angry, what with the whole wounded puppy act I'd always hear Chloe talking about when Brooke wasn't around.
I watched as she stomped towards me with a glare in her eyes that was almost maleficent like. As she approached me, I noticed I had a few inches on her. Oh come on, what's the worst she could do.
I felt her tense hands grip my shoulders, her gaze didn't break for a second. She glared at me for a few seconds before I became rather bored of her little act.
"Look Y/N, I don't understand what you have against Jeremy, he's a nice guy and all. He doesn't deserve to get his reputation ruined after being punched by some girl." She said, finally breaking eye contact. For a moment I almost felt sorry for her.
"Brooke, Jeremy has just been a dick to me, Christine, and Michael for no reason, when Michael is supposed to be his best friend, and me and Christine are just trying to support him!" Brooke gave me a look that pretty much screamed 'who's Michael?' I sighed before continuing on. "He ditched his best friend, and I gotta say Michael is pretty damn cool! He has an awesome hoodie and his moms make good food, he doesn't deserve this kind of stuff."
I felt Brooke's grip loosen before her arms swung around my neck and pulled me in for a hug. "I get it." Was all she whispered before running off, probably to find Chloe.
I turned around to get water before being met face to face with Jeremy fucking Heere, a.k.a the last person I wanted to see. "Hey Y/N, you look pretty sexy." He said. I could feel my eyes moving to his mouth, which was bruised and bloody from where I'd punched.
"Leave me alone" I muttered. "It doesn't seem like you've had a problem with doing that before."
I saw a flash of sympathy in his eyes, a longing to play video games with Michael, and fawn over Christine like a dork at play rehearsal. Of course that was just a flash, which was quickly removed. He slowly turned around and walked away like some kind of Zombie who had been brought back to life for a mere second.
Fuck this. I thought to myself.
Oh no you have to save that for Jake. My squip said.
Ew! Jesus Christ! Jake is a great upgrade, but you can't keep pulling this bullshit.
One thing was made clear just then.
I had a crush on Richard Goranski, and apparently I was the last to realize.
