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"I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW he got those photos of me?" Tatum thought aloud, venting to her friends over the recent news.
Julia was sat on a blanket with Billy and Sid by her side, watching as Tatum reapplied bright red lipstick to her lips. "I had so much explaining to do with my parents," She continued to speak, "Mostly over that fact that these photos existed in the first place."
"They were from freshman year too," Julia added into her rant, remembering the distressed phone call she had received from Tatum the night before.
"Yes!" Tatum nodded, placing the lid of her lipstick back on. "I didn't even go here yet. The photos were given to a guy I was dating before I moved."
With a huff, Tatum had plopped onto the ground, laying her head onto Sidney's shoulder as her lips continued to form a pout. Billy had stayed quiet as he listened to the girl, sometimes seeming to be lost in thought as he stared off into the distance. Although school hadn't begun yet, the lack of Stu's presence was quite unusual for him. Especially when he was almost always the first to arrive, holding an area free for the group to meet in.
Julia didn't think much of it though, especially when she was more curious about a detail she had never included in her article. The body of their vice principle had one signature mark on his forehead that was never included in any of the other killings. Hence, why Julia never mentioned Ghost Face in the article.
Lying dead on his couch, eight stab wounds in his chest, Arthur Kennedy had bright red lipstick stamped onto his forehead. Almost like someone had kissed him there.
Julia had stared at her friend's lips, wondering if it was just a coincidence or if Tatum hadn't thought through with her murderous plan. A smile had almost played on her face when she realized a suspect could soon be in order, especially if someone else notices this slight detail. However, it can be unlikely since only a small amount knew of this detail. It was Julia's choice to not mention it in the paper. Though, some may question that lack of decision.
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WHEN THE SCHOOL DAY HAD ended, Julia roamed through the hallways by herself, listening to the latest gossip from her peers as she passed by. Most were talking about the vice-principle's killing while others murmured softly about their homework for the night.
The girl had almost stopped listening before hearing a detail that caused her to pause.
"Tatum got taken in for questioning."
Julia's head had snapped towards the voice and noticed Steven Orth, Casey's ex boyfriend, talking to one of his friends.
Trying to act non-suspicious, Julia had went to a locker, pretending it was hers as she leaned against it. The two boys hadn't noticed her new presence as they continued to talk about it.
"I don't think it could be her."
Steven's friend, Brian White, had stared at his friend curiously at the statement, "Don't you want your girlfriend's killer to be found?"
In the corner of her eye she watched as Steven's shoulders slumped. He took a second before responding to his friend. "She almost failed biology because she wouldn't gut a dead pig. You really think she could do that to a living person?"
With those words syncing in, Julia noted this new information, turning to leave the conversation she was never apart of. Though, as she turned, Julia had almost dropped all of her belongings as she slammed into Billy.
"So sorry," She mumbled to him, stacking her books back into place. Billy had only nodded at her apology as he continued to glance at the two boys behind her.
She knew that he had probably heard everything she had, so when she glanced back at them before making eye contact with Billy, she couldn't help but notice the subtle nod he had given her before walking away.
Julia had watched as Billy had distanced away from her before sneaking another glance at the two. The two boys had now parted their ways as Steven went back to his locker, grabbing his belongings to take home with him.
As she pushed herself off of the unknown locker, Julia could not help but notice the picture in his locker. With what seemed like a love letter to the boy, a smiling picture Casey Becker hung on the door, staring directly at her.
