They planned it great. Victims chosen, phone numbers ready, the costume purchased, weapon ready. They're desperate to keep you alive on their initial plan. They're going to make you the last victim standing and they're going to make you join them.
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You sat at your creamy white desk, writing your Math homework. You has E/C dreamy eyes and H/C hair that reaches down to your waist. You write feverishly when a noise comes from the unbelievably large window. You turn abruptly, eyeing the window cautiously. A scratching sound fills the room.
You stand up and go to the window and stick you head out. The late night wind hits your delicate face as a shadow appears in front of you. You jump abruptly, only to being staring into the chestnut brown eyes that belonged to Billy Loomis. Billy Loomis. A strapping, handsome and alluring boy with caramel coloured hair and bangs that covered his eyes slightly. Your stomach aches and fills with butterflies uncontrollably. He had been your crush for about two years now ever since you first moved to Woodsboro. Unfortunately, though, Billy dated your closest friend, Sidney Prescott. But, lucky for you, he didn't love her mutually enough. Of course you wanted to Sidney to be happy and you didn't wanna break their relationship but you couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy. Billy was the most popular boy in the school, after all. Girls would drool over him everyday and ask him out consistently.
Their relationship had been quite tough and toxic since Sidney's mother was murdered last Halloween. Billy didn't look at her the way he looked at you, gazing into your eyes and getting lost in them; he didn't give her as much hugs as he gave you; he didn't speak to Sidney as much as he spoke to you; it was all about you. Although, Sidney didn't seem to notice which made it easier.
"Hey, it's just me, Y/N," he says, lifting himself into your F/C room. Posters of different rock bands covered your walls, a teddy bear was prompted up against your F/C pillows and mini Polaroid pictures were stuck on your cork-board above your dresser, consisting your friend group of five of your best friends. "Billy? What the hell are you doing here? Do you have any idea what time it is? It's almost midnight," you said, exasperated. He was wearing a light blue V-neck shirt and black trousers, along with black boots.
"I just came here to see you," he said innocently. You couldn't help but smile sweetly and hug him tightly.
"Why? You'll see me tomorrow at school," you said, crossing your arms over your chest. A soft breeze blew in and you reluctantly closed the window. "Am I not allowed to see my best friend?" he said, one eyebrow raised.
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"I didn't say that. It's just that my mom and my brother, Hayden, are sleeping and they'll be furious if they find out you're here. Especially my mom," you said, sitting down on your bed.
"I won't be here for long. I just wanted to talk to you about something. May I?" he said, gesturing to your bed. You nodded and he sat next to you. Suddenly, your mother's annoyed, sleepy voice bellows through the wall from the other room. "Y/N? What's that noise? I hear talking!" her muffled voice comes from the room next to yours.
"Nothing, mom! I-I'm just talking to myself, as usual," you half lied. You often talked to yourself a lot, especially when it came to homework. Your mom yelled back an 'okay' and it went silent. You assumed she went back to sleep. "See, this is why you can't be here, Billy. She already suspects."
