𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 ~ 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚'𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡

"Are you fucking shitting me right now?" Randy asked, almost horrified by this particular revelation.

"Nope", Tatum confirmed.

"It's not a secret, Randy", the blonde said. "If anything, it's a terribly kept secret".

"You suck at this", Stu grinned, wet his finger and promptly stuck it in Randy's ear.

"Get the fuck off of me!" Randy shoved Stu off, he quickly stood up and tried to clean his ear, to no avail. Stu grinned at his discomfort. Randy tried to compose himself by slowly dusting off his clothes in order to regain a level of self-control. "Well", he began. "I'm not in love with her anymore".

"Oh please", the blonde scoffed.

"I'm not!" His attempt at self-control instantly vanished.

"Are you trying to convince me or yourself?" She countered.

"Oh come on!" He sighed. "To tell you the truth, I'm kind of bored with her, you know?"

Tatum and the blonde looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. "Yeah, we know".

"Are we done here?" Stu rolled his eyes and groaned dramatically. "Sidney this and Sidney that, I'm bored. Can we move on already?"

"Maybe", Billy said ominously. "One last thing though", he tapped his chin with his index finger.

"What?" His paramour looked at him quizzically.

"Who the fuck smashed my fucking window?" He asked, a hint of hostility in his tone. It probably cost him a significant amount of money to get it replaced but that wasn't what made him furious, it was the sheer audacity, the boldness. "Well?"

His paramour glanced around the room, she peered at the group, trying to decipher their reactions and facial expressions.

Tatum appeared to be utterly confused by the revelation. "What do you mean who smashed your window?" She looked at the blonde. "When did this happen?"

"Last night", the blonde explained. "Well, early morning really", she clarified.

Stu appeared to be just as confused as Tatum, he really did not know who it was, there would be no point in lying about it now though, now that everything was being shoved into the light, available for everyone to see, to judge, to prod, to scrutinize beyond reprieve.

"Are you telling me that there's someone else running around in a damn costume? Fucking targeting the rest of us?!" Tatum yelled, incredulously.

"Tatum, I never said that they wore a costume", she tried to calm her. "We didn't even see who it was. They just smashed Billy's bedroom window and threw Stu's phone in".

"Stu's phone? Why the fuck would they throw Stu's phone in through Billy's bedroom window?" She turned around to scrutinize her goofy boyfriend. "Why the fuck would they throw your phone in? Why the fuck didn't you have your phone in the first place?" She yelled at him.

"Tatum, would you please chill?" He tried to soothe her, he stepped forward and placed his hands on her shoulders in order to calm her down but that only succeeded in aggravating her even further.

"You fucking idiot!" She yelled. "You just had to fuck up again didn't you?!"

"Tate, come on", he pouted. "That's not fair".

"Fair? You know what's not fair? That I get to have you as a boyfriend!"

"Oh shit", Randy commented. "She just went there".

The blonde cringed and turned to glance at her own boyfriend in return. "Nice going", she commented.

"Oh come on, aren't you even a bit curious about all of this?" He countered.