Of course he’s fallen for you. Hasn’t it been the most obvious thing since you met?

Sure, he finally broke up with Sidney, realizing it wasn’t worth putting up the facade for. He has more important things to focus on, like the Woodsboro Panthers away game, his dad, or something along those lines.

He’s never fully understood you. You, the ghost girl of Woodsboro. No one knew much about you except a compiled list of bullshit rumors from curious and petty little liars.

So Billy finds a random opportunity landing on his doorstep—his failing English grade. The audacity of it, he thinks. He’s always been good with words, but apparently not to the teachers.

That’s where you fit in, currently, at the present moment. You’re his tutor. He graciously offered his house to study, since he didn’t want to intrude.

Both of you are sitting in the living room with Billy in a casual top and sweats, going over some of the stuff he doesn’t understand as you’re finishing reading The Great Gatsby.

“So, after all that, no one gets the happy ending?” He seems kind of disappointed. “I don’t know why they make us read this stuff. It does something to a psyche, y’know. And it sticks with you, like quality glue.”

He glances at you. “If you could pick what you read for this class, what would you pick?”