𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 ~ 𝙇𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙤

Tatum peeled into Stu's circular driveway and turned off the ignition. She recovered her purse and began to rifle through it, effectively producing a lipstick container and some blush. She began to reapply her lipstick.

"Are you kidding me?" Randy whined. "You couldn't do this in the house?"

She peered at his face from the rearview mirror. "I'm sorry Randy, I'm sorry that I have to look presentable all the time, unlike some people". She rolled her eyes as she continued to meticulously apply her lipstick.

Randy deeply exhaled and began to fidget. Sidney followed Tatum's footsteps and began to reapply her own makeup, starting with her red blush.

"Not you too Sid", he whined.

"Sorry, Randy", she shrugged her shoulders. "We just like to look good".

He continued to fidget, his legs continuously connecting with Tatum's seat.

"WOULD YOU QUIT IT, YOU GOON?!" She yelled. He gave her a shit eating grin and continued to hit her seat.

She ignored him for a moment as she finished applying her blush and produced a bottle of perfume. She promptly sprayed her neck and hands with the sweet scent. Once she was done, she dropped the bottle back into the purse and lifted her purse, now clutched tightly in her right hand. She turned around in her seat and smacked Randy on the arm.

"OWW!" He shrieked. "WOULD YOU STOP IT WITH THE PURSE?!"

"Would you stop it with the existing?" She smirked.

Sidney paid them no mind, instead she rolled her eyes and continued to spray her own bottle of perfume.

A piercing, high pitched sound was heard, they all whipped their heads around in response; the stoners have arrived. They parked close to Tatum's car and quickly vacated their own vehicle in a hurry.

"Goddamn buffoons", she muttered under her breath. Tatum now took a good look at the Macher residence; the exterior was absolutely trashed and somebody had already gotten to the toilet paper as evidenced by the extensive amounts of white paper hanging on the trees and lawn. She glanced at one of the windows, it was smashed, completely broken, shards of glass littered the green lawn.

"Time to make our grand entrance", she smoothed her hair.

"Finally!" He quickly exited the car and slammed the door.

"Hey watch it idiot! This car's worth more than your entire existence".

Randy rolled his eyes and walked up to the front door. Sidney slammed the car door; Tatum whipped her head around and glared. Sidney shrugged her shoulders apologetically. "Sorry".

Tatum locked the car and walked up the driveway, she and Sidney walked side by side in unison. The lawn was not empty, the driveway neither. Partygoers were lounging around outside, getting drunk and destroying the Macher residence, little by little. Stu was living on borrowed time at this point, his parents would definitely have his head on a pike, displayed on the front lawn as a warning to anyone who dares to attend a rowdy social gathering at the Macher residence once more. Tatum felt confident, she was dressed in the hottest clothes, her makeup was immaculate and her hair, it was shining like a halo. She was pleased with herself, she walked with all the confidence in the world with her head held high. People turned their heads to look at her, she was a magnificent sight to behold.

The front door was open and the music seeped out everywhere, once she entered the residence, she knew that she would go deaf. The house was packed from wall to wall. People, that she did not recognize, occupied every possible space. The sight was astounding to say the least, there must've been at least ninety people or more. Stu must be very satisfied with himself, she thought. This was a dream come true for him, after all, he was throwing the party of the century, at least by Woodsboro's standards. Randy walked through the front door first, he could not stop fidgeting, he looked like an alcoholic itching for a drink, which is exactly what he was after by the looks of it. Tatum glanced around the congested main hall and her eyes landed on a certain blonde.