Beauty and the Geek

Thirty-Seven

"So, these guys are just going to follow us around everywhere?" I asked. The six of us met up after class and were walking around campus. We were heading towards the dining hall when I noticed two detectives following us. "Yeah. Dewey asked Chief Hartley to assign someone to us," Sidney said. "How are they going to keep an eye on all of us? I mean we all have different classes," I said. "They're not the only ones. There are others posted around campus," Tatum said. "I take back everything I said last night. Billy can do his big brother duties," I said. Billy gave me a look that said "I told you so" and I rolled my eyes.

"Come on, we have psychology," Billy said. I turned to Randy, "I'll see you for lunch?" I asked. "As always," he said and kissed me before he and Stu went off to class. Sidney and Tatum walked off for their next class, the detectives following them. I linked my arm with Billy's and we headed across campus for our psychology class with Professor Grambs. "I hate psychology," Billy groaned. "I don't mind it. Plus Professor Grambs isn't too bad to look at," I said. Billy gave me a pointed look and I laughed.

Professor Grambs is a good looking man. He's maybe in his early thirties, dark brown hair, short on the sides, longer on the top. These piercing blue eyes, and I'm a sucker for blue eyes. You tell he's well built from how his dress shirt stretches over his biceps and how his pants show off his thick, muscular thighs and perfect ass. Don't get me wrong, I love Randy and find him very attractive and wouldn't give him up for anything. But Professor Grambs is hot. Looking at him you would picture him as a college psychology professor. "Look I'm just saying if I didn't have a boyfriend, I would totally ride him," I said. "Oh, my fucking god, shut the fuck up. I do not need or want to hear shit like that from my little sister. He's like thirty," Billy groaned.

When we got to class we sat in our usual spots, in the back and near the window. You could see the center of campus from this room on the second floor. I took my pen and notebook out, flipping to a clean page as everyone else got settled. Billy of course sat beside me and had nothing out. He'd just use my notes as always but he would ace every exam, project, and assignment without them. I've been asking him for help more than he has asked me for help. I was smart, at least in high school but college has been trying to kick my ass. I started writing down the notes that were up on the board while we wait for everyone else to file into class and for Professor Grambs, who was usually already here.

"You are such a goody-two-shoes," Billy scoffed a laugh. "Excuse me? Why because I'm writing down the notes? I didn't skip a grade to bother you more by being lazy. I did it by begin organized and by studying my ass off. And don't act like you're not thankful I actually take the time to write the notes down. You're always borrowing my notes," I said. "Yeah, yeah. Why write them down when I have a sister who does it and makes them all pretty," he said. I shoved him and scoffed. "Whatever, jerk," I laughed.

"Sorry I'm late, class," Professor Grambs said as he walked into class, closing the door behind him, and going to his desk. He hopped right into the lesson and started talking about cognition. "Cognition refers to all mental activities associated with thinking, knowledge, and memory," he said. I tried to pay attention but my mind kept wandering to everything that has happened. The only thing we had to deal with last year was people prank calling us because of Gales stupid book. Now with Stab out and our lives a big motion picture for everyone to see it's gotten worse. Three people have been killed. I flipped to a black sheet of paper in the back of my notebook and wrote down the names.

Maureen Evens
Phil Stevens
Casey (CiCi) Cooper 

"Oh, my god," I mumbled under my breath. Whoever was doing this was copycating Woodsboro. I nudged Billy and slid my notebook over to him after writing a note under the names.