"Jeremy…"
"You shop here?"
"Oh yeah, all the time-" Jeremy started in an attempt to save his skin. [Never.] "Never, is what I meant to say…" The Squip surveyed the possible out comes. Brooke. Eminem. Dead. Relationship. Halloween. Chloe. Perfect. [Greet the beta.] The? Ooooh."Uh, hey Brooke" Jeremy grew a bit flustered while talking to the popular girl. [You look sexy.] I can't say that to a hot girl! "Oww!" [Don't smile. Stare intensely. Speak like you don't care about your own death.] "Lookn' pretty sexy, Brooke"
"Thanks," Brooke smiled back, and blushed a little bit. Perfect. Chloe sneered.
"Is that a girl's shirt?" She asked.
"No!" [Yes.] Never lie when you could extend the truth. "Yes." [Good, now repeat after me: I saw it in the window and I couldn't just pass by, 'cause I was dating this girl and she had a shirt just like this. It's still painful to think about her.] Jeremy, very obediantly repeated each word.
"So,"Chloe broke in, suspicious, "who is this mystery girl?"
"Oh, you've probably never heard of her…" After approximately 0.000345 seconds of memory digging, the Squip found the perfect girl. [Madeline.]
"Madeline." Jeremy said, getting the message.
"WHat?!" Chloe screeched.
"She's french." Jeremy said, trying to explain, for the sake of his life.
"Oh, she is NOT french. She just pretends to be! For attention." Chloe threw her hands up in exasperation, while having a crazed expression on her face.
"Madeline broke up with you?" Brooke asked.
"Yeah.." [No.] "I mean I broke up with her!" ['Cause she was cheating on me.] "Cause she was CHeaTing on meeeeeee." Jeremy blushed immediately after the voice crack. [Hey, Hamlet, BE MORE CHILL]
"Brooke! What did I tell you? She is such a slut!" Brooke walked over to Jeremy and patted him reassuringly.
"You are so much better without her, Jeremy."
"Obviously!" Chloe agreed. "I mean who does Madeline think she is? What just happened? [A shared negative opinion is the fastest social bond. You want someone to like you then hate who they hate] A red light appeared on the Squips screen. Michael. Left. Brooke. Ride. Pinkberry. Relationship. The Squip opened his access to the mall's security cameras to double check that, indeed, Michael had left.
"Ugh, Brooke, let's get out of here." [Brooke is going to offer you a ride. It is imperative that you accept]
"So," Brooke waggled her eyebrows, "do you want to ride?" The Squip leaned into Jeremy and whispered into his ear [Yes.]
"Yes! Buuut I have to meet my friend Michael." Once again, the Squip found himself slapping his forehead because of Jeremys stupidity. [Jeremy, if this is going to work, you need to do as I instruct.]
"Oh...Are you sure though?" Brooke looked upset. "Do you wanna ride, wanna go far?" Jeremy backed away. "Do you wanna get inside my mother's car?" She purred inching closer to him. "We'll just drive home. Only one catch," she lifted a finger. "We gotta stop for frozen yogurt first."
"Do you wanna ride?" Chloe asked. "Wanna go far? Do you want to get inside her mother's car? We'll be back in a snatch? We'll even stop for frozen yogurt first!"
"Pinkberry!" Brooke cheered.
"I-uh" Jeremy seemed uncertain of what to do. "I...Next time, I promise."
Chloe walked past him and flipped her hair. "Whatever."
Brooke looked at Jeremy, deep regret in her eyes. "My boyfriend cheated on me too. Well, ex-boyfriend. So, uh, I know how you feel."
Chloe rolled her eyes, "Brooke, come on."
Giggling Brooke said "Au revoir" and left with the waiting Chloe.
