What More Can I Say? | A Musical High School AU

Chapter 2: Jeremy

Jeremy's POV:

"Jeremy..." A familiar voice calls. I can't place my finger on exactly who it is, but the fact that anyone is talking to me since I'm in my bedroom trying to sleep. Oh, and it's definitely not Evan or either of my parents. It's like something out of a horror movie!

Now, classic horror movie logic says to ask, "Who is it?" so I probably shouldn't do that. Maybe I just imagined it... That would make a lot more sense.

"Jeremy Heere," the voice calls again. It almost sounds like it's... glitching out, if that's possible. That's when I realize who it is. I pull my blankets up higher as if they could protect me. And then I open my eyes, preparing to pull the blanket over my head if worst comes to worst. 

At first I don't see anything, which is almost worse than seeing somewhere right away, because that means I have to look around. I glance to the right. Nothing. And then I look to the left. Nope. 

I decide that I probably am just making it up. Tired, delirious, and hallucinating. That last one's new. 

And then I notice some blue sparks in the corner of my room. I don't go to check it out. Again, every horror movie ever says that doing that would be a stupid idea. And then they go berserk before taking the shape of a very malicious looking Keanu Reeves. 

"Hello again, Jeremy," the squip spits.

"H-hi," I stutter nervously. At this point, all rules go out the window. Panic finally sets in. Whatever gets rid of the squip is the best thing to do. It doesn't matter what it takes, as long as he's out of my head, I'll be fine.

"Did you miss me?"

"No-not particularly," I say stupidly. He's probably going to shock me for that. I wince in anticipation, but nothing happens. I glance back at the squip who is... laughing at me?

"Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy. Eager to get back to shocks already, are you? Well, sadly I don't have that much power yet. Give it a couple days, and maybe it could work. Sorry to disappoint," And then he grins. He GRINS! It's like he doesn't even care what he's telling me! He literally said that he was weak! To my face! And that makes me nervous. If he can tell me that he's weak, then he probably knows that there's no way to keep him from getting stronger. And that terrifies me.

"I-"

"No need to speak. We'll get you back to perfect in no time," He looks me over and frowns, "It might take more time than expected, but we can work with this. I can work with this. Oh! Not at your old school anymore? That's fine. It was awful anyways. The people? Bleh. And the classes? I could transfer that information to your brain in .3 seconds!"

"Wait!" I exclaim and he stops talking, "How do you know all of this?"

He sighs in disappointment, "How many times do I have to tell you? I'm a supercomputer, Jeremy. I'm inside your head. Anything you know, I know." My stomach drops. That means he knows about Evan and Michael and... everything. "You..." the squip trailed of into laughter, "You got together with Michael? Michael Mell?"

"Why do you care?" I snap.

"Your 'best friend' Michael Mell? And you? Together? I didn't realize that your standards were so low. I mean, turning to your best friend when Christine Canigula won't date you? Pathetic."

"Hey! Don't talk about my boyfriend like that! I'm with him because I love him!"

"Anyone would've been better! Jake Dillinger? People liked him. Would've been good for you, improved you social status tremendously. Or Richard Goranski? He had a squip of his own! Literally anyone but Michael would've been fine!"

"I! LOVE! HIM!" I scream, grabbing the closest object, which is my alarm clock, to throw at the squip. Of course, it just goes through him. 

"Do you really?" He asks, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Get the hell away from me!" I screech.

"Whatever you say," he replies calmly, and then he disappears.

I sit bolt upright in bed, caught in a tangle of sheets. My heart is racing and I'm drenched with sweat. I look around. No squip. It must've been a dream, but it seemed so... real. It's like he was right here in my room a minute ago, and now he's gone. 

I do the only thing I can think to possibly do and reach for my phone. I open it and call Michael, as always. As usual, he answers after the second ring with a casual, "Hello?"

"Mi-Michael. Michael."

"Um... Yes?"

"You're okay."

"Yes?"

"Thank god." The squip knew so much about him in the dream. And if he knew about him, then he could probably send some other squiped minion, or even me, out to hurt him. And that couldn't happen. I wouldn't let it.

"I-I... The squip."

"Was it another dream?" He asked calmly. 

"I don't know. I mean, I woke up... but it seemed so... real," I explain.

"Well, just because this one was more realistic doesn't mean it was real. I'm sorry, Jer. But at least the squip's not really back, y'know? It could be a lot worse, Jer. But you're fine. I'm fine. Evan's fine. Everyone is fine. Okay? Just remember that, okay?"

"Yeah... But he was right there," I say, glancing towards the corner of my room before realizing that Michael isn't actually here so he can't see where I'm looking.

"I know, Jer. I've had some pretty realistic dreams too. Like, once, we were all getting ice cream, right? And Rich was there. And he dropped his ice cream and started flipping out. He threatened to burn the place down! And that seemed real. It felt like Rich might possibly do that, but it didn't really happen. I know you've had a hard time lately with nightmares, but you're gonna be fine."

"I know, but-"

"Jeremy. You will be fine. It was just a dream... I'm gonna go back to sleep, okay?"

"Okay..." I reply anxiously.

"Try to get some sleep. I love you. G'night."

"Okay. Good night," I reply instinctively. "I love you too."

I don't sleep the rest of the night.

(A/N Hey! Another Chapter! Omg I know I've said it so much, but I'm really excited to write this/for you to read it! So, as always, let me know what you think so far and stay swanky!)