"Hey Scream Queen!"
You nearly jumped out of your skin as Mickey walked up behind you and clapped you on the back in greeting. Your books nearly tumbled out of your arms and onto the grass but thankfully you were able to gather them up again before you completely lost your grip.
"Hey Mickey," you sighed, pushing his video camera out of your face with a twinge of annoyance.
It was between classes at Windsor and you had just gotten out of your second lecture of the day. You were proud of yourself for actually gathering the strength to attend school, but you knew you would have flunked out if you didn't; valid excuses or no valid excuses.
Throughout class, you'd gotten all sorts of weird stares from both students and professors. Unspoken questions and assumptions floated above everyone's heads like dark rain clouds and you knew it would only be so long before the downpour.
You had no idea what Mickey was doing out of class, but you wouldn't hold it against him to skip. He was always dipping to get footage of random things around campus and you just so happened to be his favorite subject at the moment. Either way, you didn't bother questioning his motives as he draped his arm around your shoulder and slowed his steps so that you walked side by side.
"Where are you off to?" He asked casually, finally shutting off his camera and slinging it around his wrist. He probably had hours and hours of footage from just this month alone. What you wouldn't give to get just a glimpse of whatever crazy project he was cooking up in that dorm of his.
"The café," you answered with the roll of your eyes. It was obvious that he was bored and looking for something to do (or better yet, someone to bother). "I'm meeting Dewey and Randy there in a few minutes. They wanna talk about...stuff."
What that stuff was, he could gather on his own without further explanation on your part. Absentmindedly, you started to pick at the corner of your bandage again. The cut on your cheek was nearly scarred over and when you returned to the hospital that morning for another check-in, the nurse said you could probably take it off that night if you wanted.
Mickey apparently didn't like the sound of that and he visibly stiffened beside you. "Speaking of that dork, have we entirely ruled him out as a suspect?"
You stopped dead in your tracks, shrugging his arm off. "Dewey?"
"Nah, not that wacko," Mickey ran a hand down his jaw and looked both ways. There was no one nearby, not counting the small yoga class that had gathered a few meters away. But they were far out of earshot. "I mean Randy," he whispered.
"What?" You exclaimed under your breath. Mickey shot you a warning look as if telling you to keep your voice down, but you ignored it. "He would never! In fact, I think he's more likely to die for me than to actively seek me out and kill me."
He chuckled darkly and shook his head, running a hand through his long-ish windswept hair. "Sure, he was an innocent victim the first time around. But he's still a little...off...if you catch my drift."
"He couldn't hurt a fly!" You snapped, arms crossed. You were prepared to defend Randy until your dying breath. And that sentiment said a lot in your case. "That's easy for you to say," Mickey grumbled, clearing his throat and looking down at the grass. You blinked. "I'm sorry?"
"Meeks practically lives and breathes to keep you happy. What if...What if he just snapped and his whacked-out movie brain told him that he needed to start this thing all over to keep you dependent on him?"
Your jaw dropped at his venomous accusation. Sensing that you weren't convinced, he continued. "I mean, you did say that he showed up as soon as the killer fled the scene. Don't you think that's just a little too coincidental?"
"I-I didn't really think about it like that."
"Hey," he said, softer this time. "It's just something to think about. By the way, do you have time for that interview today?"
"Interview?" You parroted, tilting your head to the side in confusion.
"For my thesis documentary. It'll be about the Woodsboro murders. Except I can't fly out to California this semester so you're my one-way ticket to a passing grade."
Rolling your eyes once more, you shuffled your books and nudged him with your arm. "Why can't you just make your thesis about student life like a normal person?"
Mickey chuckled and shouldered his camera, flicking it back on as he walked backward away from you. "You know normal doesn't sell, sweetheart."
(A/N: This one is painfully short too, but I had to get this out of the way for the next chapter. I'm about to publish a new book so look out for that if you're interested. I'm not sure if this story will continue to Scream 3, but I can flip the ending either way. Let me know what you think! Once again, sorry this one is so short. Tell me if you spot any mistakes that I can clear up. Happy reading!)
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