After days of planning, this night was supposed to go perfectly. After days of talking endlessly with Billy about how to go about framing Neil Prescott for their crimes against Woodsboro, everything was supposed to go according to those damned plans.

But it didn't, now, did it? It all went straight to fucking hell, didn't it? Stu shouldn't have trusted it, really. Billy is his best friend, but Stu shouldn't have trusted someone as conniving as him and he knew it from the moment that the knife dug a little too deep into his side.

He knows he seems stupid to other people, he's completely aware of how everyone else perceives him, and that's on purpose really. It's much easier to let someone else take the reigns, to not care about the smaller things like school. Now he has to be the man he should've been all along.

So, the moment that Sidney knocked Billy unconscious, Stu made his move and got the hell out of there. Not that he knew where he was going, exactly, but he knew that he couldn't really stay at his house if he wanted to remain a free man.

"Open up, sunshine, I know you're in there," Stu slams his fist against the locked door, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. He knows you're in the house, he knows that since you didn't come to his party in spite of him inviting you personally.

Okay, maybe not personally and he had Tatum do it, but he tried, alright? Breaking up with you for Casey Becker wasn't his brightest idea, leaving the one person who he actually trusted wasn't smart. He knows that. He knows a lot of things these days.

Like the fact that your mom is a nurse and that she might have a first aid kit laying around. He's hoping here considering he's bleeding all over your patio.

The moment the door creaks open, Stu pushes you inside just to slam it closed, leaning against it with a crooked smile. "Hey, sunshine... no time for questions, alright? The room is.. spinning."