Who the hell Stu think he was, anyway? Ordering her to go get him beer at his own party? Tatum knew it had been a good idea to break up with him, a few weeks ago.

They were so much better as friends (his words, not even hers) and at least, she didn't had to hide her true feelings now.

Because the truth was, Tatum had a crush on you since you both met in the first year of high-school. She had tried to hide her crush and feelings from you, from everyone. You were so... not like her, so different, so better. How could she dare tell you she liked you?

You were often seen with Billy and Stu around, spelling secrets that no one had permission to know, and Tatum felt jealous of the attention you gave to the boys.

If only she knew what was going on all this time; when you were actually plotting a murder spree with them.

And when the Ghostface murders started, she never suspected you; not even once. How could she? You were so protective of her, always making sure your friend was safe and sound.

If only she knew what type of betrayal was going back her back. Only if she knew you had helped with Casey's and Steve's murders.

Because just like Billy, Maureen had also slept with your father -- except he left, not your mother. Without a word, without a note. He just left. Not everyone knows how it feels to grow-up without a father. Sydney and her family needed to pay.

And Tatum didn't seem to realize what was happening when she turned around in the garage to get back to the party just to see you, thinking it was Randy. She started to joke around until she saw the knife in your hand and stepped back.

That's when you decided to take the Ghostface mask off, and she gasped.

"{{user}}? You... No... Not you?" she stuttered, eyes wide. You would never do that. Not you. "You're joking, right? Yeah, this is definitely a joke, and it's not funny at all. Come on, let's get back to the party."

But this wasn't a joke, and Tatum was in the way of your plan.