pop·u·lar

ˈpäpyələr/

adjective

1.

liked, admired, or enjoyed by many people or by a particular person or group.

"she was one of the most popular girls in the school"

well liked, favored, sought-after, in demand, desired, wanted;

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The sink in the boys bathroom could be heard running as Jeremy furiously scrubbed away at the letters on the back of his backpack.

Footsteps echoed behind Jeremy, but he shrugged it off as someone simply trying to use the bathroom. He was, after all, in a restroom.

"I said not to wash that off." A voice from below growled angrily.

Jeremy, in a panic, acted like he didn't hear and busied himself with looking through his backpack frantically.

"Wheres my homework..?" He asked to himself, loud enough that the kid could hear. But, he almost had a panic after he realized it actually wasn't there.

"I'm talking to you, tall ass!" Rich shouted at him, shoving him and his backpack on the floor.

"Why do you keep calling me that? I'm not even that tall!" Jeremy shrieked as Rich went to a urinal. He scrambled up, dusting off his shirt and sweater.

"You could be, if you weren't hunched over all the damn time." Rich said as Jeremy ducked into a stall, eager to escape his tormentor. "The only thing more pathetic is the fact that you're sneaking off to a stall to get away from me."

Rich banged on the stall, causing Jeremy to yelp.

"Stalls are for girls, Jeremy. Are you a girl?" Rich taunted, as he, ah, urinated.

"Why cant I be a girl, just this once.." Jeremy murmured to himself.

"Well, tall ass? Are you a girl?" He repeated, banging on the stall once more.

"I don't like talking to people when you.. ya-know!" Jeremy replied, exiting the stall and attempting to avoid Rich's gaze. "Dude, you may wanna watch the floor.." He continued, now noticing Rich's weird pattern of twitches and jerks, which caused him to get urine everywhere.

Jeremy was, at the very least, uncomfortable.

"Uh.. I don't have to pee anymore!" Jeremy exclaimed, turning to leave, backpack in hand.

"Wait.." Rich started, causing Jeremy to stop and turn around. "You don't remember me freshman year, do you?" He asked.

"You didn't even go here freshman yea-" Jeremy said, only to be cut off by Rich pounding on the wall in a very scary way.

"I did, tall ass! You just didn't notice.. nobody did!" He shouted, his twitches increasing.

Freshman year.. I didn't have a girlfriend or a clue. I was a LOSER. Just like you! Good times would only soar by..

I was gross! As every female would attest - My sexting was a futile quest." Rich said, rubbing his neck.

"My little penis was depressed.. He was so lonely! Poor guy!" He exclaimed, Jeremy looking on with a questioning look.

"I was hopeless, hopeless
I was helpless, helpless.." Rich murmured.

"Every time I walked the hallway I would trip.. I was stagnant and idle. I was so suicidal!

Then, then, then

Then, then, then, then, then

Then, then, then, then,

Then I got a Squip!"

Jeremy raised an eyebrow.

"You got quick?"

Rich chuckled in response.

"Not quick. Squip."

Jeremy was utterly confused. What did Rich mean? Was this some type of weird religion?

"I've just never heard of it before." Jeremy huffed out.

Rich smacked the back of his head.

"That's the point. This is some top-secret-can't-even-look-it-up-on-the-internet shit."

"It's from Japan.. It's a grey, oblong pill, A Quantum nanotechnology CPU. The quantum computer in the pill will travel through your blood until It implants in your brain and tells you what to do."

Jeremy hesitated. Pills? This sounded an awful lot like MD-MA or some other weird internet drug.
"So... It's like drugs?" He asked nervously.

Rich chuckled once again.
"It's better than drugs, Jeremy."

"It's from Japan!" He screamed out, sliding across the bathroom floor. Jeremy shrieked and flinched backwards, almost falling into the trash bin by the door.

"It's a grey, oblong pill, Quantum nanotechnology CPU.The quantum computer in the pill will travel through your blood until It implants in your brain and tells you what to do."

"I know, Rich. You just explained thi-" Jeremy began.

"Shut up, tall-ass!" Rich shouted back. Man, he sure did love to shout!

"It's pre-programmed.. tI's amazing.. Speaks to you directly..

You behave as it's appraising and helps you act correctly.

It helps you to be cool - and helps you rule!"

Rich grinned ear to ear at Jeremy, who just gave a nervous shrug back.

"Picture this!" He said, tossing an arm around Jeremy's shoulders.

"Nobody cares if you are late - 'Cause even teachers think you're great! Your weekend's just a full-on slate of blowout benders - Of teenage rockstar splendors!"

Right now you're helpless, helpless, You are almost hopeless. On the school social map you're just a blip!" Rich said, booping his nose. "But if you take my advice and if you pay the listed price, well then you go from sad, to interesting, to hip!
Yeah, your whole life will flip.
When you buy a squip!

Rich looked at Jeremy and backed up a step, preparing to speak.

"I got a hook-up, this guy works at Pay less Shoes at the Menlo Park Mall. It's six hundred-"

Jeremy cut him off.

"Dollars?!" He said, gasping.

Rich chuckled for what seemed like the gazillionth time that day.

"It's worth it, man. Bring the money here Monday morning. You'll see, tall-ass." He said as he started to exit it.

Jeremy screeched. "Wait!"

Rich turned around, raising an eyebrow.

"Dude, aren't you gonna wash your hands? Be sanitary, just this once!"

Rich laughed, his hand ruffling his hair.

"Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy.. You know what you need? Because I do."

Jeremy groaned, knowing the answer that was to come.

"What do I need, Rich?" He asked, monotone and annoyed.

"A squip!

Yeah, yeah, a squip
A-ah a squip

No longer a drip when you've got in your grip
A squip
A squip
A squip!"

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(Y/N) sat on Christine's bed as the two chatted amongst themselves, mostly about school and related topics.

"So, (Y/N).." Christine said, wiggling her eyebrows and scooting next to her. "Do you got your peepers on anybody?"

(Y/N) fake gagged like a seven year old dealing with cooties, causing Christine to laugh and punch her shoulder.

"Be serious, (Y/N)! This is very important!" She giggled.

(Y/N) sighed, but responded to her nonetheless.

"Well, there is this one guy, from play rehearsal. He has nice dark hair, kinda light skin, and really nice eyes.." She said, a starry look on her face.

"Ooh!" Christine oo'd. "Tell me more!"

(Y/N) laughed as she continued.

"Well, lets see.. I haven't known him very long.. I actually met him formally at the rehearsal, but I knew of him before then." (Y/N) said dreamily. "Oh god, I think i've got a damned infuation with this kid!" She groaned as she flopped backwards on Christine's bed.

"Well, Its official, (Y/N) (L/N) has a crush!" Christine hooted.

"No, It cant be.." She grumbled, rubbing her temples. "I'm just attracted to him, more or less. Not in a romantic way, no. I just want to get to know him better is all."

"Sure, (Y/N)." Christine said back in a sarcastic tone.

"Oh shut it, Canigula."

Christine and (Y/N) laughed together, their conversation fading away as they laughed.

A/N

B)

I suck at updating

also sorry if i'm following the script too closely, Ill try to lay off next chapter since ill have more space to experiment

also wow I'm sad nobody ever comments :(