"Guys, like, the flu is definitely coming around." Chloe said fanning herself and panicking.

I sifted through the halls looking for Christine. She had texted me this morning asking if I was alright, and I told her I'd meet her.

Last night I slept, and dreamed of nice things. It was calming. I made a good recovery from yesterday, and dad looked proud when he woke up with a crooked back from sleeping in a chair all night.

I met Chloe and asked her if she had seen Christine. She scuffed at me flipped her hair and pointed to the bathroom. "You just missed her." She said walking away. That was a bit dramatic. What did she have against me?

Someone came up behind me and grabbed my arm. When I turned to see who it was no one was there. I got a tap on my shoulder and turned to the other side. Again I found no one. I turned back forward and there was Brooke. Laughing at me. "Hey Jer, you look better today!" She said happily.

I nodded and laughed too. "Yah, amazing what a little sleep can do." She nodded and laughed, even though nothing I had said was funny. Girls are weird like that.

I was going to talk to Brooke some more, but Christine walked out of the bathroom so I excused myself to go talk to her. Brooke sprang over to where Chloe was.

Christine smiled when she saw me. "Jeremy, so glad you came to school today!" She laughed, and I laughed, because obviously that was something funny! Hahahahaha h a ha huh... she's looking at me weird.

"Me too!" I said with another string of manly giggles. God, I'm such a loser. She looked around and smiled at me. Was that blush? "Are you wearing makeup?"

She smiled through her very shiny lips. "Yah! I have a job interview after school today so I thought I would just go ahead and wear makeup so I don't have to worry about it after school, ya-know?" I nodded, because that's what you do when a girl asks you a question you have no idea how to answer. "Oh! By the way, I'm not going to be at play rehearsal today!" She said in a sad tone. "Sorry for just dropping the bomb like this!" She laughed nervously. I guess I missed my social cue, because her laugh faded. It was getting really awkward really fast.

"Jeremy, Christine!" It was Jenna, I guess she was back at school. "Hey, I've been trying to find you guys! I went through some stupid shit and got grounded for a month so I don't have my phone." She said boisterously. She looked between the two of us. "Are you two..."

"No!" We both said in unison. She laughed and nodded.

"Okay, okay, I'll leave you two alone," she backed away and smiled. "See you around."

It was a couple of minuets, or seconds, I couldn't tell, but I wanted to say something. So I said what was on my mind. "So...what's your favorite color?" I said blushing.

"Dark blue!" She laughed, "why?"

"No, I just, you know, I was wondering...that's all. How are you with computers?"

"Jeremy where is this coming from, you know that I am good at Microsoft powerpoints, but other then that I can't do much." She said looking at me oddly and messing with her backpack straps.

"I uh...mmmft..." Weird noises, yes a very sane choice.

I stood with Christine a bit in silence. My awkwardness had distorted any attempt at a normal reaction and we were saved from my awkwardness by the bell.

She breathed a sigh and waved goodbye walking to her class. I guess it's official, I can't talk to girls, and Christine is probably not Red. Not that she would be...we are just really good friends.

I hightail it to my last class of the day. It's with English, with Michael. I'm almost late, because some asshole pushed me in the hallway and I dropped all I had been carrying.

I took my seat next to Michael and he smiled at me. I guess he noticed I was feeling better.

We passed notes in class. Michael was teaching me Filipino. It was very fun actually since our English class does nothing anyway. He taught me how to say where is the restroom, I am a peach, and my favorite color is red/blue/green." Which are useful I think. Today he scribbled something on the edge of the paper. I couldn't read it because it was in terrible hand writing and in Filipino. Michael refused to translate it. He'd been doing that a lot lately. He'd write a little note at the top in Filipino and not translate it. I guess he's making fun of me for not being able to read it.

The bell rings and all of the students rush out. The school is empty after ten minuets. I take the bus home. Michael suggests I stay the night at his place, and I say I can't because my dad wants me home. He nods and says something under his breath.

"What was that?" I ask, and he blushed.

"I was just reminding myself that if I need a faster connection to my router then I might need to use a different one that has a stronger signal. I also might have to adjust the settings on my computer. My games have been a little choppy lately and if we are going to play that mod you've been thinking about we need to up the connection speed and I need to research about possible servers that don't have so many bugs." That was hard to believe, Michael prided himself on having the best computer connection ever. The man was a tech genius! Though, he was too modest to say anything about it.

I laughed, "Dude, you are like my favorite person!"

He laughed and blushed some more, see what I mean, modest. "Your favwite perswon?"

I laughed harder at my best friends funny pronunciation. "Yawh," we got to my stop and I said goodbye. I told him I'd call him tonight if I could get on and play some games.

My dad was in the couch snoring, with no pants, because sometimes pants are tiring. The man had been wearing them every day this weak, so I won't complain about it just this once.

(A/N: FYI some questionable Smut...so if you're not comfortable then don't read the rest.)

I pad up to my bedroom and take off my own pants. It's been a while since I did this.

The connection speed in my house is shit, but once I find a video I like it's game on.

I'm breathless as I watch the other person on the screen. My eyes roll back and I am so close. I bite my lip to hold in a moan. "Jeremy this is disgusting." And climax successfully ruined.

"COME ON MAN!" I cover my mouth and pray that my dad didn't just hear me.

"You shouldn't be doing this. Do some push-ups. At least twenty. No, better make it fifty."

"Shut up and go away."

"I have a message."

"I know, come back later."

"As regretful as I am to inform you, you might want to hear this now." The Squip said.

"Fine..." I growled I was still painfully hard.

"Jeremy,
I write you a note every day. You don't read them, but that's alright. I love watching your face scrunch up in concentration. You're so cute. God...sometimes I just like thinking...what would it be like. The sensations and the pleasure I could give to you. The hot nights and cool mornings. The thought that I'm not alone in this. I wonder how you'd sound. High pitched, or low moans? The thought excites me. I'll see you tomorrow.
Love, Red"

The note made me blush. I heard the Squip turn off and I reached climax thinking of Them. Whoever it was, whoever loved me so much to want to hear me moan. I bit my lip hard in order to halt the name Red on my tongue when I came. I needed to find out who this was and fast!

The Squip was bleeding on the floor of a old building. Looking around I notice it's a school. It's blood is black as ink. "I told you this would happen." Chloe said stepping on the Squip. It made an unpleasant squish. "You can never escape." Brooke said behind me. The floor fell from under my feet and I fell.