ROOSTER (SCREAM TWO AU!) [✓]

chapter twelve. . . no escape

act one, chapter twelve ── no
escape !

( spring of nineteen ninety-seven ! )

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ALVIN HAD NO IDEA HOW THE JOURNALISTS FOUND out that he was attacked. If it wasn't one thing, there was always another. If someone wasn't trying to kill him, there was someone who was always trying to interview him. He hated the cameras in his face, which was ironic being a film student. But, he preferred to be behind the camera more than anything. The male couldn't walk to any of his classes peacefully. His sunglasses didn't protect his identity either. And everyone knew that he wore sunglasses all the time, so they were pretty useless now. Alvin just wanted to be left alone. That wasn't too much to ask, right? The older Fowler didn't think so, but everyone was so invested in this case, just like in Woodsboro, something that he didn't want to happen, but it did. It was like one big rewind, except he was in a different place. And he couldn't do anything about it.

Alvin was pretty much afraid to walk from class to class because of the amount of press around. They swarmed around like flies, just trying to pick out information from him. He was not going to speak about his altercation with Ghostface. He didn't want to talk about it. And he certainly didn't wanna be pressured into talking about it. The only people that he would actually talk about it with was his friends, since they're the only ones who witnessed everything, other than Gale Weathers.

Alvin and Hallie had been walking side by side to the one writing class that they had together. The blonde was quiet. He was too much into his head right now. And everytime Hallie looked over, she began to worry because of how quiet he was being. She felt bad because she wanted to so something, but she knew Alvin wasn't gonna talk, so she waited for him to talk.

The silence between them had been too loud for Hallie. To the point that it was making her uncomfortable. She finally then turned to her boyfriend.

"Okay, you're worrying me."

Alvin turned back to her. "What?"

"You've barely said anything on the walk here," Hallie told him, "You look like you're thinkin' about something."

"I'm not, I'm just. . . Tired is all," He replied.

Hallie gave him a look. "Alvin. . ."

"Alright, alright. I guess I'm over concentrating."

"Over concentrating on what?" Hallie asked.

"On not getting caught by the press. They're all around here. I've had three journalists come up to me asking me questions about my attack," Alvin answered, "And it's none of their business."