Squip x reader- is he real? Or am I crazy

BE MORE CHILL DAMN IT

    I wake up to a buzzing sound coming from my phone.
      I had put my alarm on vibrate for some reason and now had half the time I should to get ready for school.
       I trow on a T-shirt with the Lin Manuel Miranda musical on it pulling on my jeans and grab a cup of coffee for the road.
     I exited my house and hear my phone ring in my pocket.

       "Hey Jeremy, it's y/n what's up?"      
     
"Hey y/n you at the bus stop?"
      
"Yeah why?"

"I'm gonna be a little late...can you stall for me?"
He asked sheepishly

"Please tell me it's not the same reason as last time!"
I cover my face with my hand and pinch the bridge of my nose.

"Haha, well actually...."

"Look I'll stall for you but you really gotta get a better internet provider dude."

    I sigh and hang up my phone. I lived Jeremy but that boy had a problem. He had to get better internet. Or a girlfriend. Or boyfriend. I didn't even care at this point. Thank God I never had that problem. If you know what I mean.

      The bus pulls up at exactly 7am as usual and the doors swing open. I had already said my friend was going to be late twice this week so I had to come up with better plan. So with all the courage I could muster I start walking up the steps and trow myself down.

"Ow! My ankle!" I yelled in agony. Thank God I was taking theatre with Christine.

"Oh my God sweetheart are you alright?" 
   The bus driver asked.

"I-I think I twisted my ankle!"
     
      The bus driver got up and helped my to the first seat and looked and my bruised akle.

   "It looks alright to m-"
Just then I heard shouting in the distance .

     "WAIT UP!"
I heard it shout and it emerged from the doorway.

    Jeremy.

      "Oh my God y/n are you alright?!"
He asked in a panic.

      "I just hurt my ankle that's all."
    I gave him the 'dude help me out' look and he nodded.
    
"I've got it thank you Mrs. Klian."
       Jeremy said to the bus driver. As he helped me up and I pretended to limp to the back of the bus.

     "Thanks for covering."

He said shyly.

   "I'm not doing it again, my ankle actually hurts."
He apologized and we talk the rest of the way to school.

           I was walking with Jeremy to class and I ran into someone.

     "DONT TOUCH ME SHORT ASS!"     They shouted causing me to flinch.

      "I'm sorry Rich i- I didnt mean t-"

      "Shut up, don't talk to me loser." He said. He grabbed me and Jeremy's bags and started scribbling on them with a sharpie.

"Wash it off and your dead."
He said as he walked away.

We turned our bags around.

     "Boyf?"
Jeremy said confused.

      "Read mine"
I say bluntly trying not to break down in the middle of the wall way
      "Third wheel?" What's that supposed to mean?
  
      "I think I know but I don't wanna say it."  I say annoyed just as I finish I look up to see a familiar face