Be More Feminine[DISCONTINUED]

"Sabrina. Paul. Stop having sex"-Chapter 5

TW: Attempted Rape Kinda like Chloe at the party. Parts will be underlined If you skip it, the story would be fine regardless.

"WHO'S READY FOR MY HALLOWEEN PARTY?" Jake yelled, kicking off the party. Everyone had a red solo cup and was filling them up. I sighed, pulling my sleeves down. My costume was really revealing and I was getting uncomfortable. It felt like everyone's eyes were on me. How do Chloe and Brooke do this? The SQUIP materialized beside me and answered my question.

"They have been sexualized from an early age so this just the norm. They have been seen as objects by most if not all of the boys they have met." Wow. Who knew you could actually care about something other than yourself. "Sarah. My only purpose is to serve you." I rolled my eyes and walked towards Brooke.

"Hey, Brooke." She turned around smiled at me.

"How are you liking the party so far?" She was a little bit tipsy.

"It's okay for my first one." She giggled and turned back around to talk to some guy. I walked away and bumped into a guy. This person was dress as a baseball player. He looked like a senior and had hazel eyes with platinum blonde hair. This guy looked like one of those fuckboys "Um sorry." He looked me up and down.

"Are you Sarah Heere?" I nodded my head. "Yeah, yeah. Rich said he needed to talk to you about something." My ears perked up. What if it was about the SQUIP.

"Sarah. I advise you to go with him. His name is Peter Hall and is the second most popular person in the entire school." I obeyed the SQUIP.

"Oh, where is he?" Peter blinked.

"He's upstairs in Jake's parents' room." He grabbed my arm and lead me to the room. Peter opened the door and pulled me inside. He closed the door and locked it.

"Hey why did you-" I was cut off by Peter kissing me. I tried to pull away but I froze. I can't stand up.

"You're welcome." Wait for no.

Peter pulled away spoke. "Damn you are too fucking sexy in that costume." His fingers lingered on the waistband of my shorts. MAKE IT FUCKING STOP.

"I don't understand the request." He pulled down my shorts and got something from his pockets. It was a flask. He put it up to my mouth and I swallowed. I don't fucking want this. Please please, please. I just wanna go. There suddenly a knock at the door.

"Sarah? Are you in there? Jenna Roland said she saw you go upstairs. Sarah?" Brooke yelled. There was a pause and then I could hear Brooke walk away.

"Maybe I should go Peter. My friend is looking for me." He put his finger up to my lips.

"Shhhh. You're less hot when you're talking." He wrapped his arm around me and unzipped the back of my shirt. Help me out here! The SQUIP yelled out somethings in Japanese.

"Konichiwa!" What? "I'm sorry Sarah. Alcohol temporarily disables my-" and they interjected with more Japanese. Then why did you make me drink it? "It was important you take advantage of the [Japanese]. You'll thank me [Japanese]."

"Whatever. I've had enough." He hopped off me and I zipped up my shirt and pulled up my pants.

I ran out of the room and down the steps. I was immediately greeted by Brooke. "Hey, Sar."

"Hey, Brooke. What did you need?" She giggled.

"Nothing. I figure you having sex with Peter Hall is way more important." She wiggled her eyebrows and I tensed up.

"Yeah. I need to go to the bathroom." I practically ran to the restroom. After locking the door, I took several deep breaths. Tears brimmed my eyes. I sat down on the edge of the tub. Something grabbed me and I screamed while jumping up. The hand's owner stood up from the tub. It was Michael.

"Sup." That's all.

"Michael? I didn't know you were invited to this party." He got out of the tub.

"I wasn't. Which is why I'm wearing this clever disguise!" Which was some blue thing covered in beer cans and I just stared at him? "You're speechless. SQUIP got your tongue."

"Its....off." Michael scoffed.

"That would explain why you're talking to me. I've been thinking about this moment. What I would say to you? I had this really pissed off monologue, an epic journey through twelve years of friendship." He put his right hand on his left elbow. "What?" I pulled him into a hug.

"It's just really great to see you, man." I really need my best friend right now. Michael shoved me off of him.

"It won't be. Once you hear what I found out." What?

"Found out?"

"About" What the fuck is he talking about? He leaned forward and tapped on my head.

"How? There's nothing on the internet-" Michael cut me off.

"Which is weird, right? I mean, what's not on the internet? So I starting asking around. Finally, this guy I play Warcraft with told me how his brother went from a straight D student to a freshman at Harvard. You know where he is now?" I scrunched up my face in confusion.

"Really happy and successful?" How does this relate to my SQUIP?

"He's in a mental hospital. Totally lost it." His eyes were filled with worry.

"I don't see what this has to do with-" I was cut off again.

"Think, man! We're talking an insanely powerful super-computer. You really think its primary function is to get you laid?" I sat on the edge of the tub. "Who made them? How did they end up in a high school? In New Jersey? Of all possible applications for such a mind-blowingly advanced technology, you ever wonder what it's doing inside YOU?" A scoffed escaped my lips. "What? You think this funny? THIS COULD MAKE YOU GO CRAZY JEREMY!" That made me jump up. It's been too long since anyone, besides my dad, called me that.

"And I thought Chloe was jealous."

"I'm honestly asking!"

"Really? Because I think you're pissed I have one and you don't!" I practically screamed at him.

"Come on."

"Maybe I got lucky, is that so weird?" Tears were forming on my waterline "With my history, I'd say the universe owed me one. And I don't know about your friend's brother's whatever, but if you're telling me his SQUIP made him crazy-"

"His SQUIP didn't make him crazy." Then why are you telling me this?

"Oh. Well," There was a pause. "There you go."

"He went crazy trying to get it out." Maybe I do want that. No, you need them for success.

"Then I've got nothing to worry about. Why would I want that?" For my mental health and happiness. My effort to leave was stopped by Michael going in front of me. "Move it."

"Or you'll what?"

"Get out of my way. Loser." I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth. Michael's face fell and I could see how much that hurt him. I just need to get out of there.

Hey, soggy frosted flakes! I really want to write more and am on a fricking roll, but this chapter is insanely long. I promise you next Thursday we shall have an update! I want o start doing weekly updates instead of uploading whenever I feel like it.
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