~~Toxic Love~~Skephalo yandere AU~~

~I Want To Be A Doctor~

Skeppy walked down the hallways of his college. He was a sophomore, 2end year. Collage wasn't exactly his strong suit but he managed, Skeppy wanted to be a doctor ever since he was a little kid. Seeing all the gooey and pretty blood, with the pretty organs and bones. He never knew why he liked all those things, he just did. Skeppy followed his passion and is now in college getting ready to help the world, one person at a time!

He turned a corner and heard a girl complaining. Jessica. Skeppy hated her. Whinging and complaining all the darn day. It made him sick to hear her voice, he would never help her if she ever got sick. A male spoke up, raising his hand with a wad of cash in it. "Sorry babe, I thought you would like those shoes, they had 24 carrot gold on them." 

"YOU'RE SO MEAN, I HATE GOLD AND I HATE YOU!" Shut up. Shut up. SHUT UP. Dark thoughts raced around in Skeppy's mind, what if he took Jessica in for an emergency surgery and 'couldn't save her in time.' huh? No one could blame him, he would try his best and the day would continue. No. Skeppy pushed the thoughts away and turned his attention to the male.

BadBoyHalo, dreamy, cute, adorable. No wrong could ever come from that boy, he was perfect. However. He has a girlfriend who is not even happy with him, he knows she doesn't love Bad. HE JUST KNOWS IT. How could someone as rotten as her, ever love someone as perfect as him?

It wasn't fair, Skeppy knew he could treat Bad so much better than what he was receiving. Not fair, not fair, not fair. Skeppy tightened his grip on his books, imagining it as Jessica's arm, he wanted to give her a good old Indian rug burn.

Bad handed Jessica, yet another wad of cash. "Go buy the shoes you want, you'll look great in them!" Jessica smiled happily, Skeppy knew she had the evilest smirk waiting to show once she turned away. "Thank you, love! I'll look so good in them every boy here will be drooling." Bad sighed with a nod. "Enjoy, I love you." Jessica walked away counting the money, not even bothering to say it back.

The bell rung as Skeppy was about to say something to Bad, dangit. He thought to himself, whatever he'd try again later. Skeppy gathered his books back up and walked down the hall past Bad to his fourth class of the day. Math.

Skeppy walked into class with a few other students and et his books down on his desk. The name, 'Mr. Graff" could be read on the whiteboard in big, green, bubble letters. After the class settled down, Mr. Graff walked in, he was an average guy, for the most part, a little goofy and stubborn but a good guy.

"Alright! Let's get into today's lesson." He started lecturing while the class wrote down notes, Skeppy wasn't the best at math so he always paid attention. He called on students for answers and the others would write them down.

"Zak, what's the answer to number 14?" Skeppy looked down at his notes and quickly did the math. "404?" Mr. Graff nodded and wrote the number on the board. "Good job, Zak." I smiled, that was the first time in a while I got the question correct. 

He sat back in his chair and continued writing down notes, and before he knew it, the class was over and he was onto his next class. Doctor's ed. "Make sure you do your 7.8 practice problems for homework and I will see you all tomorrow. Have a good, Wednesday."

Skeppy stuffed his notes in his backpack and grabbed his books, Skeppy waved goodbye to Mr. Graff and walked down the hall to his next class. He only had two classes left, his study hall to catch up on homework, and baking. He shared both those with BadBoyHalo, however, he liked baking with him much more entertaining.

Skeppy followed some students for a while before parting ways and to the library for his study hall.