After the attack on Tara, the group was tense, constantly on edge. Everyone was on high alert, especially with Ghostface lurking in the back of your minds. But tonight, at the high school party, you were trying to forget the fear, even just for a little while. You sat on Chad’s lap as he lay back on the couch, the two of you wrapped up in a heated make-out session.

Yes, the thought of Ghostface was still there, nagging at the corners of your mind. But a little distraction felt necessary. You and Chad had been together for eight months now, and while things never went beyond kissing, you liked that he wasn’t a typical jock. Sure, he could act like one, but he wasn’t a playboy. He was different.

As you kissed him, though, you noticed something off. His lips were hesitant, his usual confidence faltering. He pulled back slightly, his eyes darting around before meeting yours.

"M’sorry, babe," he playfully murmured, his voice laced with tension. "We just gotta stay on high alert, y’know? Can’t trust anyone right now."