You Chill? Squip x Reader

Chapter 6

(Squip's P.O.V)

Whale-come to my school. I say, opening the doors to my school while also holding on to an Mc. Donald's large Coke.

You should've listened to me and gotten Dunkin Donuts or Starbucks.

Bet.

I sit down at the table we practically own because we never moved tables throughout our whole-ass high-school experience.

I got here early. So I have to wait about ten to thirty minutes for someone that's in my friend group to show up. I can use this time to study harder Spanish words. I mastered Spanish- for the most part.

I can help you with Spanish. Eric appeared in front of me, taking in his surroundings, looking and scanning the people already there.

Frick no. I want to learn Spanish on my own time. I don't want your help.

That's a first.

'I'm not like other girls! Tee hee!'

I held back laughing at my own joke, taking my phone, turning it on, and turning it back off.

You're surprisingly interested and educated in things that normal people wouldn't. Why are you so interested in Physics and Chemistry? All your past courses in that you've aced. Also including, Biology.

I like knowing things.

I see. You're taking Calculus. I'm surprised that you haven't been able to skip English.

I get disorganized and I procrastinate on those things.

I'd say that without my help, you have your AP classes in the bag. And your S.A.T scores. How did I end up with someone so smart at school, but acts like a meme-hunger dingus at home?

I don't know.

The school door opened and I saw Irene walk in. Eric dissolved into pixels and reformed next to me.

I quickly waved at her. She starts walking faster. Irene is a tall Filipino girl with straight dark brown hair and glasses. She had brown eyes and always wore a jacket. Even in Summer. But I don't blame her. It gets cold in some classes.

"Hey!" Irene sits down diagonally from me, so I scoot over a seat to sit in front of her.

"Hi," I say.

Here's my chance to prove that Mc. Donalds is superior to everything. Silence. Great wording me.

"Did you bring me breakfast?" Irene asks, looking at the Mc. Donald's cup.

"Uhm- no!" I say slowly scooting the cups closer to me.

Your addiction to soda in the morning is more healthy to the brain than Coffee.

Good job, genius. I figured that out when I was Thirteen.

I felt a shock go up to my spine, cringing.

"Are you okay?" Irene asked.

"Ow, yeah," I mumbled. "I popped my neck," I say in a dramatic sorrowful voice, laying my head down on the table.

"It's okay," Irene says, patting my head.

"OH! I brought-eth my camera-eth," I say, shooting up, grabbing my backpack.

"I don't know how you keep calling yourself a non-Vsco girl," Irene sighs, looking to the side.

"I don't have one of those sea-shell necklaces, choker things," I say, taking out my camera. "Wouldn't catch me dead in that,"