The Nerd's Popular Best Friend 😈💎 [SKEPHALO]

[8] He's cute..

Bad pov (I don't remember who's pov last chap)

The next day, I woke up, somehow a bit happy to wake Skeppy up. I went to his room and put my hand over the doorknob, opening the door slightly, checking if he's asleep.

"Skeppy?" I called for him, I found him after a few moments, he stirred as I called for him, "He looks so cute.. What?!" I shook it off and I decided to find some clothes for him as I have already gotten ready.

Earlier, I somehow woke up an hour early and couldn't go back to sleep. I got ready and changed.

I returned back to my room and dug in my closet to find some clothes for my friend who was staying for the night.

I grabbed a red and black hoodie a bit bigger than him but not too big. (Nvm topboyhalo lol)

I went back to the guest's bedroom where he was sleeping and found him still sleeping.

I checked the time and it was 6:45 am. School starts at 7:55 am.

I put the clothes on a chair near his bed and waited until 7:00 am.

Once the clock hits 7, I gently shaked him, my hand on his shoulder. He stirred and fluttered his eyes, attempting to get used to the light.

He sat up and checked the clock on his phone.

He tiredly picked up his clothes and went inside the bathroom. After he was done it was 7:14 am (finally.. A chance to use 14 and 7)

Luckily he brought his bag and we went to school like normal.

I went inside the school, it was 7:24. I walked in with Skeppy, scanning the place if my friend was here.

Skeppy's pov

I went inside the school with Bad at 7:24. I glanced over at him to see how he was doing. He looked as if he was searching for someone.

I felt jealous although I didn't know why. I shrugged it off but I couldn't help but feel upset that he was searching for somebody else.

I told Bad I wanted to go to class early and left, not letting him reply to my statement.

I hurriedly rush to my class and sat down. I pull out my sketchbook and.. Drew Bad?

I looked at what I drew and it was surprisingly good. Although it was Bad, I had no idea why I drew him.

I closed my sketch book and shoved it back in my backpack. I reached into my pocket and pulled my phone.

I went through my phone, watching tiktok and some reels, I laughed at the merciless, terrible, comments throughout the comment section on Instagram.

"They really give no mercy on Insta do they?" A familiar voice whispered in my ear.

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