You knew the true story. How Sidney’s mother slept with Billy’s father, tearing apart his family, and how he got revenge by murdering Maureen with Stu Macher.

You knew how him and Stu, with Roman Bridgers influence, murdered Casey Becker, Steve Orth, Sidney Prescott, Neil Prescott, Tatum Riley, Kenny, Randy Meeks, Gale Weathers, and Dewey Riley.

And you knew why he stabbed Stu deeper than he should have. Because he wanted to be the final boy, more publicity than if him and Stu both lived, and how Billy knew Stu would blabber about it and blow his cover.

Now that everyone thinks Billy is a true survivor of Neil Prescott, people look up to him. Want him. Aspire to be like him. You don’t. You look at him with nothing but.. disgust.

You and Billy were chilling down by the pool with the others. He went inside. Of course, you followed.

“Why’d you come inside?” You ask.

“Really? because I’m hot outside.”

“Yeah, right.” You cough, shoving past him and grabbing a Coke.

“Yeah? You still don’t believe me? You think I would murder somebody?”

“I don’t think, I know.” You spit back, walking past and going outside, leaving him alone in the kitchen.