Don't Blame The Movies 6
Scream 1996
“Please?”
Billy groaned “It’s morning, I’m sure you’ll be fine” folding his arms.
“Pleeeease? I need clothes” you begged, tugging at his shirt.
“Go in yourself.” He huffed.
“Billy, pretty please?” You whined
Billy finally gave in “Argh! Fine” stepping into the house “You coming?” you slowly followed, feeling unsure, you kept hold of his shirt “sorry” you muttered as he lead you up the stairs, you could tell it annoyed him “It’s fine” he took your hand from his shirt and held it until you both were inside your bedroom, standing in there your eyes fell to your bed for a moment before forcing your way over to the wardrobe, pulling through the clothes, Billy stood behind you, keeping watch.
Turning back to you “hey, do me a favour, if anyone asks, I slept on the floor.”
You nodded “I’ve got your back.”
He smiled at that “You always do.”
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You both arrived at school, and everyone’s eyes were on you “meet me at the fountain, alright?” you nodded as Billy made his way through the crowd. Making your way there, Stu and Randy were already waiting.
“Y/n! Didn’t think you’d come.” Stu pulled you in for a tight hug.
“I’d rather be here than at home alone” you mumbled into his chest.
“Are you ok?” Randy asked concerned, you pulled away from Stu to see that they were both staring at your neck “I didn’t have anything to cover it…” You looked around before motioning for them to come closer “It was really odd…”
“How so?” Randy’s interest peaked.
“The killer… I could have sworn he was playing with me”
“How?” Stu looked serious all of a sudden.
“He was on top of me, the knife and his fingers traced down from my neck to…” You stopped, looking around “My chest” you whispered.
“Oh really?” Stu eyed Billy, appearing behind you “Now, that IS weird.” You didn’t have time to register it, Randy cut in “Interesting, I’m going back to my earlier theory that it has something to do with you. Why didn’t he kill you when he had the chance? Why-” He paused for a moment, his hands touching his chest “Feel you up? It doesn’t make sense.”
Stu laughed “Easy man, the guy could just be a perve” his eyes went from Billy to motioning down to you “Not like she’s lacking-” Raising his eyebrows, you smacked his arm “Ow, easy.”
“It’s called tact you fuckrag.” Billy glared, annoyed with the conversation.
“How did he get on top of you?” Randy asked, clearly not taking the hint, you groaned “What, do you want me to draw you a picture?” His face lit up “It might help so I can piece it together if you show me.” You groaned again “Fine, lay down.” You sat on top of him, copying the incident from last night “Like this.” Billy and Stu watched “Ah, people are staring” Stu looked around.
You both jumped up “Happy?”
Randy jumped up and paced back and forth “Definitely a feel-up, but the attack itself seems personal.” He noted, “And like you said yesterday, now we have a second attack so it’s not just that crowd…” the bell rang out, cutting the conversation short “meet us all here after class.”
“Oh my god, Y/n, are you alright?” Tatum and Sidney came running up to you “Dewey told me what happened.” They both stopped seeing your neck.
“I’m fine” You tried brushing your hair to cover it, suddenly wishing you had makeup to hide it, Stu wrapped his arm around your shoulders “Princess fought him off.” Seeing Tatum’s face slightly fall, you shrugged him off.
“Come on, before we get hit with a late slip.” Tatum grabbed your arm, dragging you away “You know, I can help you cover that up” She looked at your neck, “Yes! If it stops everyone from staring then yes!” It came out louder than intended.
She smiled “Sid, tell Miss Downs, we’ll be there in a minute?”
Sidney nodded and headed towards class, you followed Tatum into the girl's bathroom “stand here” She positioned you next to a sink while she started to apply yellow concealer “Does it hurt?”
“It does” You emitted, she held your hand “Hey, can I ask you something?”
“Of course”
“How did the boys start that stupid nickname?”
You laughed “One horrible Halloween costume when you were six and you’re stuck with it for life, I wanted to go as a zombie bride and mom wanted a princess, guess who won that argument?”
She laughed “Sounds about right.”
The conversion was cut short as someone entered “She was never attacked, she made it all up.” Another voice questioned, “Why would she lie about that?” Two girls walked in and stopped upon seeing you, you recognised them, the one in the cheerleading outfit was Heather Thompson and her friend Courtney Hardy. You glared at them before you could say anything Tatum got up, standing inches from their faces “Why don’t you both shut the fuck up?” she turned back “Come on Y/n, before we catch bitchctivitis.” Both of you couldn’t hold in the laughter as you left, you really needed it.
