~Everything about you is so terrible~
Y/N is simply... average. She doesn't mind it, really. I mean, who's she trying to impress? Sure, her life isn't anything perfect, but whatever. It is what it is. She had no interest in becoming popular, but my...
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'Why do I keep agreeing to these things?' I nearly heaved a sigh as Logan lit up the end of a joint that sat on his lip. Us and a few others are sitting behind the school's track before first period, hidden behind nicely trimmed hedges to get high. Not my ideal pastime, but there's no arguing with SQUIP after he's made up his mind. Currently, the supercomputer is supervising beside me, sitting in a laid back position against a tree.
'If my dad saw me right now, he'd kill me.' At the sound of the late bell, her stomach churned, knowing she might get in trouble for skipping class. A call home to her parents was the last thing she wanted.
'Seriously, SQUIP, why am I doing this? I don't even want to smoke. That shit smells like ass.' My nose crinkles slightly as the stench of pot struck my nose when Logan released the smoke that filled his mouth.
"Quit whining about it. I wouldn't put you in this situation if it wasn't beneficial for you. Besides, you won't even really be smoking it," he assures, lifting the dark shades that covered his bright blue eyes to meet mine.
'How the heck is that going to work?'
"Weed impedes communication parameters, so I'll be filtering the active compounds out of the capillaries in your head so it doesn't effect us."
'Fine. I know you wouldn't screw me on that, so I'll trust you. What a waste of money, though. I mean, I'm not even going to get a high off this, so really, what's the point? Even Logan can't smoke the damn thing, since he has a SQUIP too.' Smiling, Logan caught my gaze and offered his joint to me. I take it absentmindedly and hold it between my fingers.
"Well, he could if he shut his off, but we're here for an important matter, befriending that one." SQUIP gestures to a certain male in the group, the one who was dressed up as the shot-up mobster at Paul's Halloween party, Enzo Augustus. He still has that asshole-ish look on his face that I want to slap.
'But he's such an ass.'
"Doesn't matter. It'll be good for us in the long run. It'll stop him from calling you a—"
"Hey, stalker, you taking the hit or not? Are you a fucking wuss?" SQUIP narrows his eyes at the boy as he dropped the sunglasses back over the brilliant optics. Meanwhile, Logan sent a nudge to the male's arm with his elbow before defending me.
