Caught between two (Stu Macher x Y/N x Billy Loomis)

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(Y/N) = Your name

(S/N) = Sister name

You sigh as you walk over to the luggage packing all your things to go. You don't want to leave L.A, but your dad has a crazy important job over at Woodsboro. Some teenager was killed and your dad is a sheriff. Apparently it's a big deal since he gets $50k if he finds the killer. Which you could really use. 

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As you arrive to your new school "Woodsboro High" your stomach twists and turns. You don't really get along with people all that well. You head into your first class, biology. Dissecting frogs. Wonderful. You look over to observe other people dissecting and one stands out to you. Not because he was hot- but because he was carving dick drawings into his frog- 

Interesting, very. "Uhm, what are you doing?" You ask the boy. He has dirty blonde hair and soft grey eyes that are to die for. He stares at me in shock. "You noticed?" He says. You nod quietly while his jaw stays down. You wave. "Earth to blonde!" You say. 

"Oh, I just don't usually get caught doing things like this." He says with a goofy tone.                                        

"Ah, the word usually. So you have done this before? Or anything close." He stares at you a bit more. 

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." You say proudly. 

"You're new here aren't you?" He says. You nod, then walk towards him. He looks over at the frog you're dissecting. "And a clean cutter. I'm better on larger bodies, so since I know for sure I'm not good at this, might as well improve my art skills." He says and sticks out his tongue. 

"Wait up, larger bodies?" You start. "Like what, cows?" You giggle.

"Hell no! Leave the cows alone! I mean like human sized . . ." 

You stare at him, he wears a shit eating grin, meaning no good. But for some reason, you still liked the personality, nothing as in love, but you two were going to make a good friendship. You look over my shoulder to see a man dissect the frog perfectly. One clean cut. The crybaby hair cut kind of ruins it for you though. You tap the blond boys shoulder. "I never got your name." I say. He looks at me does a little dance while saying "Stu's the name partying's my game." You giggle a bit more.

 "Now what's your name?"

"Oh, I'm [Y/N]" You start. "That boy over there," You point towards the perfect cutter. 

"Oh, Billy. He's hot isn't he?" Stu answers.

"And a good cutter."

"So you agree? He is hot?"

You feel flustered as your cheeks heat up. I didn't even know that guy. Although he is kind of hot. Stu lets out a little giggle then sighs. You nudge him in the chest. "I haven't even met him. Yeah sure he's hot, a little bit. But still, I'm more of a personality kind of {Gender}." 

"Yeah, it kind of sucks that being gay is still illegal though. What I would do to him."

You blink a few times. "Yeah, that's pretty unfair." I respond. "What do you mean . . . do to him? " You ask. Not that you were very confused by what he meant. He stares at you. 

"Let's not talk about my thoughts and . . ." He says as his voice trails off the moment Billy walks to your station. You don't realize he's standing right over your shoulder until you accidentally hit him while waving to Stu. You turn around and quickly apologize. He has his hand covering his eye while wincing. You apologize again. "It's fine." He starts. "You're a good cutter. Wish you knew I was going to compliment you. Maybe you wouldn't have been so violent." You let out a nervous giggle and thank him. "Well. are you going to introduce yourself?" He asks impatiently. 

"Oh, uhm, right. I'm . . .  (Y/N)" You say. He stares at Stu who seems to be lost in Billy's brown eyes. Billy crosses his arms and Stu snaps out of his trance. "Does she always stutter this much?" Billy mutters to Stu. 

"I'm right here you know! Why don't you just ask me?" You snap. He stares at you.

"Feisty isn't she?" Billy says in a quiet voice that could just swallow you whole. 

"You snap at me for not introducing myself. Am I ever going to know who you are?" 

Billy stares at you for another moment, then glances at Stu while giving him a weird look, that you couldn't quite decode. "I'm Billy." He starts. "I thought Stu talked about me already." He lets out a laugh that he couldn't hold in. You nudge him in the stomach. He winces again. You look over at Stu while saying with a grin on your face, "Weak, isn't he?" Stu acknowledges the fact that you spoke at all and then almost immediately runs over to make sure Billy is okay. You roll your eyes. "Please, it was a simple nudge." You mutter under your breath. Billy stands straight up and pushes Stu away from him. "I'm fine." He starts. "I don't need you constantly worrying for me." Suddenly that sexy Billy you had in mind from before, slowly started to fade away from your thoughts completely. He was a jerk. 

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As you sit on your couch watching Stab 5, taking a sip of wine every here and there, you hear your phone ring. You cover your ears annoyed. Who cares? I'll just ignore it. You think to your self. The phone stops ringing for a few seconds then rings again. This happens repeatedly until you can't take it anymore. You get up anger running through your whole body.

 You mutter cuss words to yourself as you pick up the phone. "Hello?" You mumble. There is silence. "Hello?" You repeat slightly more agitated this time. "Look! I am busy as hell right now! And I am NOT going to get prank called by a few scummy kids who have nothing to do with their lives right no--" You're cut off by a deep smooth silky voice saying "Hello?" You immediately stop with the agitation and rudeness and turn on a flirty tone. "Oh, I'm sorry." You say. "I get prank called a lot, so I thought this was one of them." You answer. "Oh, no" The man says laughing. "So~ why do you call?" You ask flirtatious. "Oh, nothing. Just want . . . someone to talk to." You giggle. "And you just so randomly got this number?" 

"Well . . . Not exactly. But I'm glad I chose who I did." He responds. You gasp a little. Did this man know you in real life? If so, how had you never recognized this voice? A sexy voice like that must have stood out. "Uhm . . ." You start. You seem to have trouble trying to say the next words. "Do I-" You get cut off by the man saying "Know me? Yes, we met very recently though . . . (Y/N)" You gasp at the words and don't even notice that you weren't listening to the next sentence he had said. "Hey, hey! Calm down! I'm not . . ." His voice trails off at the next words. "stalking you or . . . anything." He continues. "Well, since you very much know who I am, can I know who you are?" You ask him slowly. He breathes heavily on the other side of the phone. "NO!" he screams. Your eyes pop out of your face. "Look," you start. "I get your bored and have nothing to do with your life right now. But they have 900 numbers for talking to people. Maybe try not to call and scare teenage sluts though." You continue. 

"Oh so you're a slut now?" He asks. You shake your head. This man is and idiot, why won't he just leave me alone?  You wonder. You let out a groan. "No, I am not a slut. Never have been, never will be. Especially not after that's what killed that slut Casey." You express. 

"Ah. I understand. You're hiding the fact that you are a slut, so that you don't die." 

"You know what?" You scream into the phone, louder than you want to. You check upstairs to make sure your little sister is still asleep. You continue your sentence whispering now. "I have had it with your shit! Whoever the hell you are you bastard, can go call someone else to annoy!" You hear a loud groan come from the other side of the phone. "Oh come on!" He yells. "I just wanna play~" You hear him flirt. You quickly hang up although a part of you wanted to see how that would have ended. 

Your little sister slowly walks down the stairs squinting. "(Y/N) what are you doing so late at night?" You stare at her shocked that she is awake. "(S/N) go back to sleep. It was just a prank call." You mutter as she goes back to sleep.