little dark age || Stu Macher x OC || Billy Loomis x OC

Game Night from Hell

a/n this one is 4,000 words grab a snack and enjoy!!

September 12th, 1998

-Olivia-

Silence was her only option. She picked at her fingernails. She wished she invited Jamie but, ever since she freaked out at Labyrinth things had been a bit off. Jamie was so busy with her friends from California.

"Would you get me a beer?" Paul turned his face toward Liv's. His arm was around her, his breath was hot, and stunk of his favorite beer. He had called her the day after she caught him with another girl. It was the same thing every time. She was like a fucking lap dog.

"Sure." She got up and walked to the kitchen. The frat house was about to be filled to the brim with people. Another night another party. She wished she could get out. The kitchen was bright, with fluorescent lights and dirty counters. There was a small tv in the corner of the kitchen. A news channel was on. She turned up the volume and leaned back.

"Yes Glen, it's true the tragic story of Woodsboro is coming to the silver screen. This film is based on a New York Times bestseller written by one of the four survivors, Gale Weathers."

Liv muted the tv and shook her head. She wondered if Jamie knew about this stupid movie. She pulled open the fridge door and pulled out a beer. The phone rang. Liv glanced at the landline with a beer in her hand.

"Paul! Someone's calling you." She shouted over the shrill tone. If there was one thing Liv hated more than this frat house it was answJamieg calls. "Paul!" She tried once more. The phone stopped and she shrugged. Not my monkey, not my circus, she thought and made her way out of the kitchen.

"Who was on the phone?" Paul asked as he held a hand out for the beer. Liv wondered what would happen if she just slammed the glass bottle down on his hand just right. Would it shatter?

"I didn't answer." She said and put the beer in his hand. Paul turned toward her, his dark blue eyes narrowed.

"Why the fuck not?" He was smiling. A few of his frat douches started to snicker. "You took so fucking long in there. Are you that screwed in the head that you can't answer a fucking phone?"

"Don't be a dick, Paul." She said.

"Don't push it." He said. His eyes trailed over to the kitchen the phone started to ring again. "Go answer the phone, Olivia." He ordered.

Liv bit the inside of her lip. There wasn't much she could do. He knew more about her than anyone did. He knew her darkest secrets. He saved her from a trial. One phone call to the police and she could be forced to relive the worst moment of her life. "Fine but, I'm going to leave after. So you can have a carefree night."

He grinned, "Maybe ask nicely."

"Can I please leave, Paul?"

"Of course, babe. You look a bit tired anyway. Now you can get some rest." He winked. She grimaced as she turned and moved back into the kitchen. She grabbed her bag from the ping pong table before she left the room. Both Paul and Liv knew if he wanted to cheat she had to be gone. The phone went off again.

She took the phone off the hook and put it to her ear, "Kappa Kappa Dick, residence." There was silence on the other line. "Hello?"

"Who am I talking to?" The voice was gravelly and artificially deep. Her eyebrows knitted together.

"Uh — Samantha," She made her voice a bit higher, "Who are you?"

"Liar." The voice said. "I hate liars."