Sequels Suck

Chapter 7

 You woke up the next day, Halie already had it on the news. You both unplugged the phone after last night. Prank calls all night long. 

"Two Windsor College Students; Maureen Evans and Phil Stevens were both found murdered during the early premiere of the movie 'Stab'. Parents are already trying to boycott the film, stating it is a direct cause of the murders-" 

You interrupted the news to look at her. "...Hal, I told you I had a gut feeling. I told you I saw them. Windsor College Students...What are the odds?" 

She held up a finger. "Hold on...I'm not discrediting you here but it still doesn't mean that this was related. You have no idea who murdered them" She offered. 

You took a breath and prepared yourself for outside. "I wish that were true, I really freakin do...I hate having to go out there…Where's Randy?" 

"Film theory with Cici and Mickey."

"I've gotta go talk to him." You shoved on your jacket as you spoke.

You left, walking out and already seeing all eyes on you. You ignored them. You didn't know whether to laugh or cry or be numb at the fact you hadn't even attended Windsor that long and this was already a thing. The moment you walked outside, you were swarmed with cameras. More than you even had on your first day. You Swallowing down any anxiety, trying to get past them. All of them were so loud you couldn't even hear their questions. 

"No comment!" Was your only statement as you jogged away. Going straight to the building three streets down to where Randy was supposed to be. 

You heard them all laughing and discussing movies as you stood at the doorway. Randy's eyes lit up when he saw you. You held yourself, awkwardly gesturing for him to follow you the minute the Professor dismissed them.

A girl flirted with him and there was a strange feeling in you. Randy was always the last resort in Highschool. You tried to never make him feel that way but compared to a charmer like Stu or a bad boy like Billy or even your ex boyfriend who could have been a quarterback if he bothered; Randy always seemed to be dead last in your group with everything. He was always the awkward, wise guy in your group and at school. You were happy he seemed to have no issue talking and flirting with girls in college. Truly starting to have his glow up.

"I'd let the geek get the girl." He told her after she asked how he would direct his own movie followed by spritzing his mouth and shoving the spray bottle back in his pocket. A few of the girls giggled and you rolled your eyes and motioned for him more urgently.

He followed you down the hall. "What's up?" 

"Duh, Ray. Murders? Hello?" He groaned beside you as you ranted. "Two Windsor Students are dead. Hacked up by somebody in a Ghost mask. How convenient it's the night when I don't get any calls because they were probably too busy holding a knife." 

"I don't know if 1-800-phonesexy can use one hand, why can't a homicidal maniac?" 

"Randy, did you get any calls?" 

"No, but I wasn't exactly home...By the way, I totally won last night. Gutterballs don't count." 

"It does if they have railing." You shook your head and motioned with your hands. "Listen! This is connected and you know it!" 

You both walked outside. "I don't know nothin' of the sort 'ere Miss." He mocked in a phony accent and you glared at him.

"Be serious." 

"I am, luv." You groaned and he dropped the accent with a tight frown. "Okay...Look, two students get stabbed at a Stab movie. Ironic huh?" You stopped in your tracks to give him an unamused stare.