How to Act "Correctly" ~*~ArsonBros/RichJake~*~

3. f Reinds

          The rest of the school day was pretty normal, or at least what my new normal is. Classes were fine-- I was always good at school. I chatted with some chicks, got to share my social media accounts with a few people (who were surprised by the following that I'd obtained over the summer), and pushed around a few nerds every now and again.

          My Squip told me that I had to pick on these kids, but assured me that I wouldn't do anything that bad. I guess it's nice that these nerds were the ones that had laughed at or just ignored me in the past; I was just returning the favor.

          Now, here's the difficult part. You're going to walk to your locker and grab your things. There is a high chance that Jake will come by and offer you a ride home. It is imperative that you accept.

          What? Why?

          Rich. It's been three months, and you're still stupid. It's raining outside, and you don't have a jacket. If you get stuck in the rain, it may ruin your look. You'll look like an idiot. Now, when he comes over to offer a ride, you need to accept.

          That makes enough sense. I nod to myself, walking to my locker. Sometimes I wonder if I put too much trust in this thing.

          If you're talking about the locker, no. And if you're talking about me, also no. Has anything gone wrong yet?

          It has a point. I smile a bit, grabbing my shit and turning around, startled when I see Jake. He smiles, giving a small wave. "Yo, so, you need a ride home or something? I noticed you walking this morning, and it's raining pretty damn hard out there," He explained.

          "Sure thing, my dude!" I responded without the help of my Squip. Though, I didn't know what to say after that, so I just stayed quiet.

          Next thing I knew, he was telling different stories. Stories about last school year and what he did over the summer. He was very open about his life. Next thing I knew, he was talking about his girlfriend, Chloe Valentine.

          I knew about Chloe. She was one of those who would take pictures of me without my knowledge and post them online, making fun of me. Her and Jenna Rolan were the worst. Brooke Lohst wasn't as bad, though. She was the nicer of the three. Would be better if she wasn't Chloe's best friend.

          As sad as it may be, you're going to have to get along with those three. It's the only way to carry on.

          While we walked outside, Jeremy Heere (once again) ran into me. I swear, this idiot is doing it on purpose! I shoved him out of the way again. He looked at me, apologetically. It was fake, he wasn't really sorry. I glared at him before walking away, smiling and laughing at one of Jake's jokes.

          Sadly, my house wasn't too far from the school. Me and Jake exchanged numbers and all of that gay shit. Cute.

          No, Rich. Not cute.

          It was a fucking joke, dumbass.

          Your jokes aren't funny. And I love you too.

          Fuck off.

          Me and Jake said our goodbyes as I walked into the house, looking into the living room to see if Dad was actually awake, and maybe sober. He was passed out, surprise surprise. I sighed, making my way to my room. Would I seem too desperate if I messages Jake already?

          Yes. Wait for him to message you. If he asks why you didn't message sooner, tell him that you got busy.

          Fair enough, I guess. Well, what now?