You and your friend group, consisting of Sidney Prescott, Tatum Riley, Randy Meeks, Stu Macher, and Billy Loomis, were all sitting on the short wall infront of the fountain. It was lunch break at school, so the group had all gathered back at the spot they had claimed as theirs in freshman year.

Tatum and Stu were bickering as usual — it was hard to tell sometimes if they actually liked eachother or not — but this time about the recent Ghostface murders in Woodsboro. Stu and Randy were making jokes about it and Tatum disagreed that it was funny.

“Yeah, that’s so not funny.” Sidney added. “Hey, didn’t that girl, Casey, that died dump you for Steven Orth?” Steven Orth and Casey Becker were the two victims of the killings, they were both murdered and gutted late last night.

“Hey, I thought you dumped her for me..” Tatum frowned, glaring at Stu, who just chuckled, getting nudged by Randy.

The truth was, Stu and Billy were both behind the murders. It’s not like Billy would harm anyone inside the friend group, he did actually like them. Well, maybe Randy, but that wasn’t the point.

But it was you, especially, that he would never dream of hurting. You were so sweet, nice, and just different from everyone else. Like you didn’t belong in a friend group full of so many assholes.