Geek Without His Beauty

Six

A/N: You don't gotta like the outfit above. It's just what I pictured in my head. You can picture whatever you want. Thanks.
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Randy was in the kitchen cleaning everything up when I walked in. He held out his hand and I gave him my plate before walking around the counter to get more coffee. "I'll be downstairs in the office." I headed for the stairs but stopped half half way down them. Did I really want to be downstairs alone? It's not like ghostface, whoever it was this time, would attack during the day, right? I shook myself out of my thoughts and continued down the stairs. I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see Randy. "I'm going to watch TV down here, maybe work on the script I've been working on for the past couple weeks." I didn't say anything and headed down the hall to the office.

I couldn't focus on anything. I just sat there, leaning back in the chair, moving it side to side and stared off into space. I haven't even changed out of what I wore to bed. I was still in sweatpants, an oversized shirt, and knitted socks. My coffee sat on the desk growing cold. I was startled out of my thoughts when the phone rang. I took a deep breath before answering. "Hello?" I could feel my heart rate starting to go up just waiting for someone to answer. "Hey, it's me. Meet us at the LA Police Station." I sighed when I heard Billy on the other end.

"Why are you going to the police station?" I asked. "Just meet us there, okay?" With that he hung up. I scoffed and slammed the phone down. I stood up, grabbing the cold cup of coffee and made my way from the stairs. I pooped my head into the entertainment room before ascending the stairs. "We're supposed to meet everyone at the LA Police Station." That's all I said before heading up to the kitchen to dump my coffee and going to my room to get changed. When back down the stairs Randy was already waiting for me by the door. His eyes trailed up my body before meeting mine. "Ready?" He asked. I lifted a brow, grabbed my bag off the table and nodded.

He opened the door and I walked past him, hearing the door shut shortly after. "I'll drive. Come on." He pulled his keys out of his pocket and walked to his car. I hated this. I hated this so fucking much. And I won't lie and say I didn't feel heat pull in my lower abdomen when he racked his eyes up my body. He was trying so hard to earn my trust back and I just pushed him away. To my surprise he opened the passenger side door and waited for me to get in the car. Once he was in the car he started it and backed out. "Did they say why we're supposed to meet them there?" He asked after about ten minutes. It was about an hour's drive. "No. Billy just said to meet them there." I turned my head and looked out the window letting the car settle into a tension filled silence.

When we passed the school and then the fountain I couldn't help but think back to all the times the six of us would sit there talking. I think the last time we all sat together on that fountain was after Casey and Steve were killed. That was before Randy and I were an official thing. When I was stabbed the night before while my best friend was being gutted and hung from a tree. And the person who stabbed me was none other than my own brother. "We had some good times around that fountain." I only hummed and sighed heavily. "Except for the last time we all sat there."

"Yeah. We never went back out there for lunch before we graduated. We just went off to Ohio for college. Maybe after this is all over we can all go back for old times sake," Randy said. I scoffed and shook my head. "Or not," he whispered. Silence took over again and Randy merged onto the highway. It's been about twenty minutes since either of us has said a word. "You know I still have nightmares too." I turned my head to look over at Randy. His eyes were focused on the cars in front of us. "What?" I asked. I said it with more annoyance than I meant to. He sighed and cleared his throat.

"I still have nightmares. Of course they haven't been going on as long as yours has but I have them. It's the same one over and over again…you getting pulled into that van. And in my nightmares you don't survive. Hell, there's times that I look down at my hands and still see them covered in your blood. That's on me. I didn't protect you like I should have and please don't tell me you don't need someone to protect you. It should have been me that day, not you."

I didn't know what to say. I mean what could I say? It wasn't his fault but I knew if I told him that he would just argue with me. That was all on Mickey, Derek, and Hallie. And even though I knew he would argue I still said it. "It wasn't your fault. I don't blame you for what happened to me that day." He looked over at me for a couple seconds before looking back at the road.

"But you hate me for killing Nate and Gerrett. I only did that because of what they said or did. And maybe some jealousy was involved. Either way they were both douchebags. They were no better than fucking Jason. I'd do it again if I have to. I'll kill anyone who lays their hands on you in the wrong way. You might hate me or still be mad at me or whatever but I still love you.

You're still my girlfriend whether you like it or not. We never actually broke up. Sidney broke up with Billy. Tatum broke up with Stu. They're all working on their shit together. Sidney and Tatum took the time they needed then they let the boys explain themselves. But you–you never broke up with me." I swallowed the lump that was in my throat as he continued. "You just stopped talking to me. You ignored me, that is it. I tried to call you and you either hung up on me or didn't answer. I would come over and beg for you to talk to me and you would ignore me. But you never said to me that you wanted to break up. Which means you're still mine and I'm still yours. You can deny it all you want, baby.

But you know I'm right. I'm not that geeky kid in high school anymore. You know that better than anybody. No one will ever make you feel the way I do." He looked over at me and smirked. "And if any guy tries to touch what's mine he's going to pay for it with his fucking life."