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“Get out of my way, loser.”
Those six words are like a broken record in Michael's head. They're playing over and over again. And all he can do is… sit on the edge of the bathtub, trying so hard to hold back sobs.
He was too late.
Jeremy didn't believe him. Or if he did, Jeremy didn't care. And frankly, Michael didn't know which one was worse.
Twelve years of friendship, gone. Down the drain with those six words. Jeremy was no longer the person Michael knew.
It hurt even more considering that the SQUIP was off. Those words were his own. And even if the SQUIP corrupted Jeremy, he still chose to say those words. He was too far gone.
He was too late.
It was all because of that SQUIP. Damnit, why did Michael ever encourage Jeremy to take it? Why did he ever give him the Mountain Dew to activate it?
He knows that hindsight is 20/20, but there has to have been ways that he could have prevented this. He hates himself for not doing anything.
He was too late.
He can't stop the tears streaming down his face. If anyone asks, he can just say something was in his eye. And if that doesn't work, he could just blame it on weed or something.
His body shakes as he hugs himself. The noises of the party outside doesn't do anything to help his distress. The sounds of drinks pouring, people laughing, and drunk girls singing karaoke only make his growing headache worse.
He should just head home. There's no reason for him to be here at all.
He was too late.