You Chill? Squip x Reader

Prologue

(Y/N's P.O.V)

I walked around the mall looking around for something to get. Something to spend lots of money on. It was Winter-Break. Cold. I was wearing a dark red coat with a white fluffy sweater on the inside with black leggings. Because jeans are not good. They aren't comfortable.

I just met Michael and Jeremy after the whole Squip accident went down. You know, I think of popularity as "classes". As in, lower class, middle class, and upper class. The upper class is the most popular, lower-class being the people nobody knew. Of course, Jeremy and Michael are all popular and stuff like that, but my friend group and I have always been just above the middle class.

But, then Jeremy and Michael joined our little friend group and then we got a boost. Sadly. I don't want to deal with Drama. There's too much stuff I could get dragged into, and I don't like being blamed for something I didn't do.

I heard everything about to squip. How dangerous it was, all the side effects of Mountain-Dews. I know all that. But I want to know more. I got out of Science and Social Studies early because I was so smart, but I struggle with math and ELA. Not in the sense of getting C's or B's, I still get A's, but I'm just not as good as that stuff as Science and Social Studies.

Despite not being able to skip ELA, I love writing and reading. This means I love writing everything, especially essays so teachers know how smart I am. What am I even talking about? But because I like being smart and knowing things, I want to know more. More about the Squip.

I don't know how many times I heard the term, 'Curiosity killed the cat' thrown around. But I do know that satisfaction brought the cat back. The cat in the hat. Why am I so damn weird.

Jeremy told me he got that squip behind the Payless shoe store.

I stare over at the Payless shoe store. And turn the other direction toward the food court.

I ordered a Mountain-Dew and put it in a shopping bag from H.M. and started heading toward the Payless shoe store.

Why sell Supercomputer things at a Shoe Store?

I laughed to myself.

I suddenly bumped into a similar figure. Lily. A friend of mine, but we're on the rocks right now. We just got in a big argument.

God damn, watch where you're going! Blind-bitch.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was walking," I laughed turning to her and making sure she was okay and didn't drop anything she might've had. "You know me, always thinking,"

"(Y/N)," Lily smiled, nodded, and walked away.

Lily had dirty blonde hair, a face covered in freckles, and most importantly she was a little shorter than me. She was the shortest in the group. Earning some small teasing, but it was always light-hearted.

I turned back to the Payless shoe store. I walked in. I just didn't know what to say.

'Uh, hey, can I buy a squip?' Yeah! I should just yell that out loud.

Who do I ask? What do I ask? I brought six hundred dollars. I had an extra two hundred in my wallet. SHIT! I don't know what to do.

Game plan. I pretend to be checking out shoes, grab the shadiest looking employee, and then ask them about it. And if something goes wrong.

I rubbed my hands against the pocket knife in my pocket.

Let's do this.

I walked toward the Women's section. I pretended to look over some winter boots close to the ground. I set down my bag and looked at them.