Sequels Suck

Chapter 16

Randy sulked on the raised stone that surrounded the trees in the middle of the campus park. Dewey had planned to meet up regardless...He didn't expect anything from today to happen. Let alone the complete disaster brought upon him by his own impulsive decision. 

'Nice going. Real smooth. Real smart. Seriously, how is she or any other women not groveling at your feet for a chance with you, Randy?' He sarcastically scolded himself as he leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and his face buried in his hands. 'What hurts the most is the idea that she might be with them…That she's lying to me. Just tear out my heart and stomp on it. It'd have the same effect.' 

'I can't blame myself for trying...Someone is going to die whether YN admits it or not. Might as well try before one of us bites the bullet.' He felt his fingers clench in his hair at the thought. 'Please god just don't let it be her. I don't care if she's lying or not...She can't die. Not after our argument...Fuck Randy! Horror movie arguments always end in a blood bath, what the fuck were you thinking?!...If she isn't involved and dies because of me-' 

"Randy...Randy!-" 

"Huh?-" He jerked his head up to see Gale raising her brows at him as she puffed on a cigarette. "Hey, Joel has been asking if you want coffee or a damn donut for 5 minutes." 

Dewey glared at her but Randy threw up his hand. "I don't care. Whatever. Thanks Joe." 

He raised his brow. "The names Joel. And you're getting jelly filled and you're gonna like it...Now, when I get back; we are talking about something pleasant and more saved by the Bell-ish." 

Randy gave him an apologetic look. "Sorry, Joel. I'll take whatever…Thanks." 

He shook his head and walked away as Randy went back to staring at the ground with his brows furrowed.

 Dewey nudged him. "Hey...You okay?" 

"No, Dewey. I'm not. Me and YN had a fight and I'm fucking fuming at this whole situation right now. I just want to get this over with!" 

Gale huffed. "Yeah, be careful what you wish for...So, what about?" 

Randy side eyed her. "As if I'm sharing with you...Why is she even here? I thought this was just a meet up with me and you, Dewey." 

Dewey gave a slight shrug as Gale's phone rang. She answered just to hang up and smoke her cigarette.

She huffed. "Look, Xander. I'm your Buffy whether you like it or not. I have all the knowledge of these murders and I am the freakin' media powerhouse that is going to get shit done, okay? You need me." 

Randy scrunched his face. "...Who?" 

"Buffy the Vampire Slayer? It just aired last year. Live under a rock much?"  

"No, I know the show...But Gale...Buffy? We both know you're a Cordelia. You know, the popular mean girl that thinks she's the one doing the most." 

Gale rolled her eyes. "Spare me. All I'm asking is what was said. Any info can be used. YN has a target on her back…" She shrugged with a disbelieving raise of her brows. "Well, so she says at least." 

Dewey lightly glared at her. "What is that supposed to mean?" 

"Hold that thought-" Gale held her finger as she answered the phone again and Dewey rolled his eyes. She hung up and started talking again without missing a beat. "It means that my book wasn't a fabrication. I saw what I saw and after some digging it's obvious she had something to do with the killers." 

Dewey shook his head furiously. "YN? She's a good kid. I told you before,  she was playing them so we both could take them down...It...Obviously didn't work but she wasn't in on it with them." He openly argued with Gale who scoffed at him.