Him { SkepHalo }

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» Skeppy's POV «

Bad's back was against my chest, his legs curled up, waiting to kick at Dream again.

"Get off him or I'll do it myself!" Dream's hands curled into fists, his eyes running over the both of us.

"I'm not moving. You can have yourself suspended if you wanna lay a hand on him!" Bad stood and crouched, trying to be some type of shield.

Dream took a step forward. In that second, Bad leaped forward, head butting right into Dream's stomach. The boy groaned as his back slammed against the bathroom stall. Bad went down with the boy, avoiding hitting his chin on the hard floor. He was pushed off, sliding to the side of the bathroom stall.

As he tried to get up and jump in front of me, he was stopped.

"You stay right there! Don't even move!" Bad stayed, crouching as if he would jump out at Dream any second now.

As the taller boy approached me, he kneeled down, coming face to face with me.

"Now, anything you want to say?" I huffed.

"Pretty idiotic how you just chase us down until you win. Yet every time you've tried to do this, you've failed every single time. Good luck, Dream." I felt his fist make an impact into my stomach. I leaned my head to the side, noticing myself spit out blood onto the bathroom floor.

There was a loud bang. I looked back in front of me. Bad had Dream pinned to the floor. He was holding Dream's hands above his head, his other hand in a fist and aimed right at Dream.

"Go home. Go run to George. Go run to your friends. I won't even hesitate to stop your next move. I don't care what you say, you will not win. I won't stop getting in the way of your plans. Whatever you do, you're going to be stopped. People will look at you in fear once they hear about what you've done. They won't know if you stop. Now, it's either go home or everyone knows what you are doing." I watched as Dream eyes widened in fear. Bad stepped off the boy, letting him run out of the bathroom.

He came over to me, sitting down in front of me.

"Where'd he hit you?" I pointed right at my stomach. I was still in shock at what just happened.

"How do you make him run off so easily?" I asked as Bad lifted up the hoodie and the shirt I wore underneath, investigating where I was hit.

"I really don't know. Maybe just saying stuff like that is enough to keep him away for a day or two." I winced as he placed a hand where I was hit. He let go of the hoodie and shirt, digging through his lunchbox. He took out an ice pack.

He lifted up the hoodie and shirt again, gently placing it against the spot I was hit. I closed my eye, trying to forget about the cold ice pack pressed against my stomach. I opened my eyes, staring at Bad. He was focused on where I was hit. I smiled, reaching a hand out.

» BadBoyHalo's POV «

I froze as I felt a hand run through my hair. I looked up to see Skeppy with his arm reached out. My eyes widened as I heard someone walk into the bathroom, I dropped the icepack and locked the stall door. Before Skeppy could speak, I pressed a finger against his mouth. I assumed it was one of the teachers. I tightly wrapped my arms around the smaller boy, hoping the teacher wouldn't find us.

"Anyone in here? You can come out. Are you hurt?" The teacher asked.

He continued to ask questions until he stopped right in front of the stall we were in. I squeezed my eyes shut, resting my head against Skeppy's.

The teacher attempted to open the door, which failed. He knocked on the door continuously. I didn't realize how hard I was squeezing the boy in front of me.

"Hello? If someone's in there, can you come out now?" I was scared.

If the teacher found out we were fighting with Dream, we were definitely getting suspended. I felt Skeppy place a hand on my cheek, giving me a kiss. We stayed that way until the teacher walked away from the stall. As I pulled away, I gasped for air. I froze as the teacher came right back to the stall.

"Open this stall right now!" He had shouted. The teacher was banging harder on the door, it sounding as if it would break any second.

I then was hit with an idea.

"On the count of three, I'll open the door and we'll slide to the side or underneath the teacher and run for it. Just follow me." I whispered to Skeppy. He nodded and stood.

We both crawled over to the door.

"One..."

"Two.."

"Three!"

I unlocked the door, it flying open. I grabbed onto the boy's wrist, pulling him underneath the teacher. We raced out of the bathroom, using doors toward the end of the school. The sun shined into our eyes as I pushed the doors open. I could hear the teacher behind us. He was shouting, clearly angry.

Soon enough I found ourselves running through the forest behind the school. I pressed on as I heard running water.

"You boys get back here right now!" I cringed. I hated hearing teachers yell at the top of their lungs in anger.

I noticed a cliff before us, continuing to run.

"Bad stop! It's a cliff!" I noticed a river running off the side, the loud rushing of the waterfall echoing through the forest.

As we approached the edge of the cliff, I wrapped my arms around Skeppy, pulling him to my chest. I pushed off the cliff, feeling gravity take control. I felt drops of water land on me as we continued to fall. I heard Skeppy scream as we hit the water with a loud slam.

I felt myself beneath the water. The impact of the fall left me stunned. As bad as I needed to swim up for air, I couldn't move. I felt arms wrap around me, dragging me up. I saw the surface, preparing to take in the air until my eyes quickly shut.

"Welcome back..."