It's Called a "Super"computer For a Reason

Chapter 3

(Y/N) POV
Junior Year

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Key
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'Thoughts/Thought Dialogue'
"SQUIP Dialogue"
"SQUIP controlling (Y/N) speech"

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I jumped into the front seat of the red PT Cruiser, saying "Hi" to Michael, who has been one of my best friends since I first moved here. The other being Jeremy, of course. They helped me get used to my new school environment, and they decided to never let me go. It wasn't a problem, though. We're proud losers. It's always fun to hang out with someone with the same interests as me. "You down for slushies before we get to school?" Michael asked, looking me dead in the eyes. "Michael," I deadpanned, "We've known each other for what, a year now? What possessed you to think my answer would ever change?" I broke out into a small smile. Michael laughed at my antics. He pulled back into the road, starting our daily journey to 7/Eleven.

Michael and I walked into the school, both holding cherry slushies. We can get Jeremy one for lunch. Michael held his cup forward. "Cheers, to another day of friendship." He said, holding his cup toward me. "Cheers." We put our cups together, making a 'clink' sound with our mouths. Michael stumbles forward. I didn't know why, until I saw Rich Goranski clutching Michael's bag. He scribbled something on the front with a Sharpie. "Don't try to wash it off, it won't end well for you." Michael didn't reply. Rich didn't seem to care, as he chuckled and walked away. Michael looked at me in confusion, to which I replied with a shrug and unknowing hum of acknowledgement. Michael turned around. "It says... 'Riends?'" Don't ask me what it means, I have no idea." We continued to walk toward our respective classes. Once we made it to the proper hallway, Michael walked into his home room, while I walked to the one across from it. We gave each other a small wave before separating.

I walked into Mr. Gretch's room, taking my seat near the back. 'Jeremy isn't Heere yet...' I thought to myself, looking at the desk to my left. 'Maybe if I say something out loud, he'll coincidentally walk in? Worked last time...' "Hmm..." I hummed. "I wonder where Jeremy is..." I finished under my breath. Jeremy immediately walked through the door, making a beeline to his desk. "Hey..." He puffed, seemingly out of breath. His forehead was glistening, as though it was covered in sweat. He probably walked here again. "Either I'm really good with timing, or I'm some type of witch." He shrugged. "I don't know, man." Mr. Gretch began taking attendance, every student replying with "here." Some of the Popular guys replied with "yo," or something. I didn't really pay attention to them. When he got to poor Jeremy, he had to say "present," as it confused most teachers to reply with what they said. Mr. Gretch cupped his cactus. I don't know how he does that. 'Why is he unaffected by that? Or maybe he isn't?' I zoned out, eventually coming to the wild conclusion that Mr. Gretch cupped his cactus to remind himself that he was alive/awake. He usually does it after something odd happens, so it's plausible. He turned around, writing an equation on the board. Then he wrote "k." I turned to Jeremy, knowing it was useless to pay attention at this point. Jeremy propped his math book up, shielding a piece of paper. 'Humiliation Sheet.' Something must have happened this morning. He put a check on Mortification Event. I tapped his leg with my pencil eraser. I gave him a questioning but sympathetic look, my eyes darting to the sheet. He pulled out his phone, typing something. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I took it out to see Jeremy had sent me a message.

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JerIsHeere
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