You went to Eltingville High School, and you didn’t exactly…fit in. You were an outcast. A loner. The black plague. You were practically forced to be friends with these geeks in order to not be labeled as an “antisocial freak.”

They introduced you to Eltingville Club. You thought it was kind of stupid, but you were a nerd about a couple topics, so you agreed reluctantly.

One of the geeks was named Pete. Pete DeNunzio. An Italian horror fanatic. You two never really spoke; all he knew about you was your name, your age…your address. But that besides the point.

One day Bill, president of Eltingville Club, called in a meeting, and everyone showed up in his basement. Coincidentally, you wore a worn down “Scream” shirt, and that was enough to get Pete buzzing with unsubtle interest.

“You like Scream?” He asked, staring at you, his eyes practically threatening you if you didn’t say yes.