Pretty Girls Make Graves

𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒚

"God I loved it. I'll send you a copy. BAM! Bitch went down." Tatum laughed hysterically, rolling onto her large bed. Sydney laughed too, watching my expression. I giggled quietly and climbed onto Sydney's bed. Dewey appeared in the door, holding a bag of ice. He stuck out his arm, handing it to Sydney. She took it and put it against her sweaty forehead. "Thought you might want some ice for that." He smiled and headed back to the door. "I'll be right next door. Try and get some sleep, all of you." He said. Tatum and I nodded, Sydney looking longenly after him. Dewey hovered by the door, notcing her expression. "Any news on my dad?" She asked finally. Dewey sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "No, but we're still looking. If you need anything..." He explained, his voice trailing off. Tatum got up and ushered him through the door. "Yeah, yeah." She moaned pushing him out. The door closed behind him and Sydney sighed loudly to herself. "Just another sleepover at the Rileys' " Tatum sat beside her and rubbed her back sympathetically. "You really think he did it?" I whispered, laying back on the bed. She lay back too, nestling her head in my shoulder. "He was there, Kenzie." She mumbled into my hair. I could tell she was annoyed at me for asking but I decided to ignore her. I glanced over at Tatum to see what her expression was. She looked straight back at me, concerned. There was a soft knock at the door and Mrs Riley poked her head round the door, holding a phone. Sydney jolted up from the bed. "My Dad?" She asked hopefully. The bedroom door opened, revealing a middle aged woman wearing a large green dressing gown and slippers. She shook her head sadly and handed her the phone. Sydney took it reluctantly and put it to her ear. 

*NEXT DAY*

"I'd rather you girls stay at home today." Mrs Riley said worriedly. She passed me and Sydney a plate of toast and a mug of hot tea. Tatum shook her head, taking a mouthful of her toast. "Thanks but no thanks." She said firmly, making her pint known to her mum. I moved around on the sofa, looking around for a remote to turn on the TV. Sydney sat up, relaising she had sat on it and passed it to me. I laughed quietly and flicked it on. I didn't realise that Tatum's dad was deaf so when it turned on I jumped back slightly in my seat. '...who escaped a vicious attack last night was the daughter of Maureen Prescott who was brutally killed last year when . convicted murderer Cotton Weary...' A newsreporter yelled loudly at us. Sydney's name flashed up on the screen, slowly followed by mine. Tatum's eyes flickered over to ours and grabbed the remote, turning the sound down. I kept my blue eyes glued into the screen, not daring to look at Sydney. A middle aged man in hand cuffs flashed onto the screen, his face was tired and worn. ' ...broke into their home and savagely raped and tortured the deceased. Cotton Weary is currently awaiting appeal for the death sentence handed down after the young Sidney testified against him. She was the key witness in the state's prosecution...' The screen flashed back to a news reporter standing outside a prison."It's never going to stop, is it?" Sydney sighed watching photos of both her and her mum appearing on the screen. Dewey appeared behind us three at huddled up together on the burgandy sofa. "Billy was released. His cellular bill was clean. He didn't make those calls." He explained quietly to Sydney. I sighed with releif a little to loudly and Tatum glared at me. Sydney's face fell, she thought they had caught him. "Somebody called me, Dewey. I'm not making it up!" She hissed. Dewey nodded, he believed her. "I know. We're checking every cellular account in the county. Any calls made to you or Casey Becker are being crossreferenced. It's gonna take time but we'll find him." He explained, trying to resassure her. Her face fell, I think she really wanted to be told that they had caught the killer. "Any word on my dad?" She asked, her face beginng to look hopeful. Dewey picked up a piece of toast and headed to the door. "Not yet." He said, gravily concerned and left the room. We all get up and followed him out of the house to his police work car.  

I peered out of the tinted windows as we pulled outisde of the school. There were dozens of newreporters attacking students, wanting teenage insight for their new stories. I opened the door out on the road. As soon as my foot hit the ground a microphone was shoved into my face. "How does it feel to be nearly brutally butchered?" The voice behind it boomed. I shoved him away, trying to get to the school's steps. "Just leave both the girls alone, will you?" Shouted Dewey as he leapt out of the car and intercepted the newsreporters. Tatum nipped the end of mine and Sydney's sleeves and heaved us through the dense crowd. "Your in school now you'll be fine. No one can get either of you here."She murmured to both of us as we entered the main hallway. She threw a few evil glares at students as they stood pointing and staring at me and Sydney. "But if it wasn't Billy it could be anybody. He could be here at school!" Sydney cried quietly to her in response. I looked at her with a blank face. " Serial killers are smart by definition. They minimize their risk. They plan and pre-calculate everything. Showing up here would be like the most lame-brain move he could make." I explained, heading to my locker to drop off a few things. Sydney looked worriedly at me. "Did he promise you that he would be back, as well?" She whispered. My face grew confused and slightly concerened for her saftey, despite being at school. "No..." My voice trailed off. Tatum looked at both of us. "I wouldn't put to much of a stock in a psycho's promise." She said raising her blonde eyebrows. I swung round to walk to my next class, only to bump into a jerk dressed head to toe in black, wearing a ghostface mask. Sydney yelped loudly from behind me. "This is a mistake. I should have stayed at home." She wepted as the figure laughed hysterically at her. I stuck my middle finger up at the jerk as they ran down the rest of the corridoor, scaring people. I turned to Sydney. "After class, I want you to meet me here." I said, looking round at the students still staring and whispering about us. They both nodded. It was best if we all stayed together for the day. I noticed Tatum's eyes widen as she looked behind me. I looked over my shoudler to work out what she was looking at. In the distance, coming down the corridor was Stu and Billy. "Shit what is he doing here?" She cursed, trying to hide Sydney, but failing. "I bet he's pissed." Sydney whispered worriedly. I bet he is, I thought. "Just ignore him. You had a good reason to do what you did..." Her voice trailed off as they both walked closer. I smiled weakly at Billy, wanting to non verbally tell him that I didn't think he commited the murders. He ignored me, just looking solemley at Sydney avoiding eye contact with him. "Hey Syd, can I talk to you?" He asked her, politley. Sydney said nothing, barely aknowledging his existence. "You know if I were accused of carving up two people, I'd take the opportunity to skip school." I interveend. Billy and Stu both glared at me. "Go easy on him, Kenzie. He didn't do it." Stu said protectively. How was I supposed to know? They were both still acting strange. I narrowed my eyebrows at them both, disbelievingly. There was yet another scream and something grabbed me from behind. I flung round and raised my arm to punch them in the nose. "Woah, Kenzie!" Billy exclaimed catching my elbow to prevent me smashing my fist in his face. I snatched my arm away from him. "Why are they doing this? It's not fucking funny!" I moaned and stormed off to my next lesson. I ignored Tatum and Sydney as they called after me, asking if I was alright. I pulled out my timetable for the day and looked at my first subject. Film Studies. Brilliant, I had it with Billy. 

"Kenzie please talk to me..." Billy moaned quietly to me for what felt the hundreth time in a space of 10 minutes. I stared forwards, watching the teacher present the lesson to the class, avoiding eye contact with Billy who was leaning sideways over my desk. "Look at me..." He carried on. "Mr Loomis, do you have the urge to speak to your girlfriend every second of the lesson?" The teacher asked firmly, rasising his eyebrows at Billy who looked back at the front of the class. He began to open his mouth to argue back, when a voice from the back of the room yelled. "She's not his girlfriend- Sydney Prescott is!" There was a slight murmur from the class, as everyone turned round to look at me. "Maybe Billy's cheating on Sydney for Mackenzie! Maybe she asked him to try and kill Sydney to get her out of the way?!" A female voice piped from the middle of the room. The teacher tried to tell everyone to be quiet but nobody listened. "No, haven't you heard? She killed Casey because she was jealous of her and Steve!" Another female voice shouted. I looked around to see who it was and faced one of the popular girls and Casey's best friend, Michelle Davis. My face was fuming red. I was not jealous of Casey, was I? I spun back round on my plastic chair, wishing that the floor would hurry up and swallow me whole. But it didn't instead it left me sitting there, unemotional, staring at the front of the class, not daring to look over at the teacher. Without a second thought a chair fell down beside me. I glanced over to see what had happened and saw Billy storming over to Michelle. He towered over her and gripped her tightly by her collared blouse. Michelle helplessly tried to look over to her friend beside her. "Mr Loomis. Sit down right now!" The film studies teacher bellowed angriy. Billy ignored him and sternly glared at the frightend girl. "Watch your mouth, Michelle." He growled at her. I carried on staring at the front of the room, watching the teacher's face grow concerned. Billy pulled the girl up higher from her blouse. Her voice cracked, from the tension on her throat. "Please. Your hurting me!" She cried, tugging her blouse away. As the class gasped and the teacher yelled, I regretedly turned around to look at him scolding the poor girl. He carried on pulling the girl up further, mindlessly ignoring his surroundings. The girl began to start coughing, her oxygen supply slowly cutting off. The teacher ran out of the room, calling for help. Nobody in the class tried to intervene. It was as if they wanted her to die. Or that they truly thought Billy was capable of murder. I jumped up, running over to Billy and the girl. "Billy! Please stop!" I cried, pulling him back by his white t-shirt. He dropped the girl harshly on the floor and stared at me, straight in the eyes. I could see the anger and regret bubbling around in his brown eyes. I took him by the wrist and dragged him out of the room. I noticed a group of teachers running around the corner and quickly shoved myself and Billy into a nearby closet. 

We both stood staring at each other for a good solid five minutes through the darkness. "Billy, you nearly killed her. In front of a whole class." I whispered to him, breaking the silence. He gazed at me sadly, not sure what to say. I reached out my hand and squeezed his. "I know you killed them..." I said, trying to stay calm and remain in my symapthetic state. He pulled away from me, surprised. "Did Sydney make you say this?" He croaked. I shook my head, despite him not being able to see me do so thorugh the darkess. "I know that you and Stu have been up to something. Now Billy, please be honest. Are you both doing this?" I bravely asked. I felt his breathing quicken as he towered over me. "Kenzie..." He stuttered on edge. "Billy. I have a right to know..." I explained softly to him. "Im sorry- I can explain! I just- im obbessessed..." He broke down, clutching at the end of my stripy jumper, I held his hands in mine. "It's ok." I reassured him, pulling him into a hug. "Aren't you scared of me?" He asked, sniffing into my jumper. "Of course not." I whispered into his ear. I was upset and confused with him but I was most certainly not scared of him. If he's a serial killer then what's the worse he could do when I'm already hurt?He sighed with relief and nuzzled the side of my cheek. I held his face gently with my hand and pulled away. "Damitt I should be hella angry at you..."I mumbled to him. He nodded and laughed slightly. " So, now that you know... are you going to help me and Stu with our plan?" He asked eagerly. I nodded, not think about what I was truly getting myself into. After all, I was far to gone to realise the depth of their horrific plan.

A/N: No Smiths song sorry :( But Lana <3