Ghosting (🅂🄲🅁🄴🄰🄼 X Reader)

Chapter 5

Lunch time rolled around, and everyone was at the fountain. "Stu, where's y/n," Tatum asked. "She was at the Nurse's office, but I went to get her and she wasn't there," Stu told the girl.

"Then where is she," only Stu could recognize the threatening edge in Billy's voice, despite his expressionless face. "Relax, big guy. She's a big girl, she'll be fine," Stu said. To be fair, the local threat of security and peace were him and Billy.

"Guys, she's in the library. She went there during 5th block," Randy announced.

Ah yes, Randy Meeks. The only thing standing in the way of Stu and Billy getting to y/n. Billy was impatient, but Stu reminded him, all in good time would things fall into place.

Billy spotted mentioned girl walking off the high school campus.

Stu followed his eyes. "Y/n! Over here!" Stu shouted, waving to her.

She walked over. She was smoking, which was fine, but abnormal.

"You smoke?" Stu questioned. "Yup. Not often," she did seem a lot more chilled. They could smell weed on her. "Need perfume?" Tatum asked. "Please?" Y/n smirked, making herself comfy against Billy's arm. Tatum spray perfume on y/n. "My reward?" Tatum smiled deviously. Y/n passed her stick. "Be careful with that shit. Cops all over campus, remember?" Billy whispered. "Oh shush, Billy. Get your panties untwisted, big boy," y/n giggled. Billy chewed his lip.

"Im hungry," y/n grunted. "Well, we can grab some Wendy's and watch cheap movies for the rest of the day," Stu offered. "That sounds like a great idea, bub," she tussled his hair.

"I'll join you guys after school, Tate and I have summatives," Sydney was cringing at the mere idea of smoking. Billy had to refrain from rolling his eyes. Prude.

Not that he had anything against people who don't smoke, but damn, he didn't like people who didn't like smoking, but hung out with smokers. He'd just have to tolerate it.

"You know, you're not bad looking, Billy-boy,"

Another moment where he didn't want to split
Y/n end from end.

Stu watched Billy's slight change in expression in amusement. "You're a good boy too," y/n muttered.

Stu almost laughed out loud, knowing that Billy had a praise complex. And mommy issues. Female praise made his head spin. "Sydney's got herself a real good man," forget the Sydney part of that and Billy would almost consider not killing her. But with the fact she mentioned Sidney, he wanted to plant a meat cleaver in her skull. Female praise made him a bitch. A whimpering little bitch boy. He loved it, needed it. But Sidney made him want to gouge out peoples eyes while saying 'you're welcome'

He wasn't aroused, just out of his mind due to the warmth in his stomach and a lump in his throat. Still murderous, but less so.

"I'll pull my car around and we can get this show on the road, yeah?" Stu offered. "Sure thing, big boy," y/n lazily stood with her hands in her pockets. Who's the bitch now. Billy smirked slightly at Stu, whose eyes slightly widened at the ridiculous nickname.

Five minutes go by and Stu pulled up. He kissed Tatum and Billy hugged Sidney. Randy and y/n followed Stu and Billy to Stu's car. They went to Wendy's then to y/n's.

"I'm the host, I get to pick," y/n said in regards to which movie they'd watch.

She popped in the tape for Texas chainsaw and sat back on the couch, leaning against Randy. She was asleep after the first 10 minutes.

Randy laid her head in his lap and curled his fingers into her hair, watching the screen idly. Billy started shifting uncomfortably, his hands itching to wrap around someone's neck and squeeze. Squeeze until his nails broke skin and veins popped out, itching to feel the throb of their heart from their pulse points.

Y/n had sensed a disturbance in the force, awakening slightly. She lifts herself with her arms supporting her. She looked around for a moment, then stared at Billy. "Dude, you good? You look constipated," she asked, her voice dragging slightly. Stu muffled a laugh and continued to watch the gory scenes flashing on the Tv screen. Billy doesn't answer. Y/n shifted her body and laid her head in Billy's lap. Her hand goes up to his knee and she rubs soothing shapes into it.

Her movements are random, unrelenting, but soft and slow.

"It's... okay," she absently breathed before drifting off to sleep.

Stu noticed the glint in Billy's eyes and the slight twitch in his hands.

Dammit. Stu thought to himself.

That night she woke up at 12 am. She sat up and let her eyes adjust to the darkness.

Her eyes glance to her closet. The door ajar, and ghostface stood there. She jolted. She hopped up. He strode quickly. She was cornered.

"Stay away from Loomis" he said in his distorted voice. "Wh-" "stay away from Billy Loomis, I won't warn you again after tonight," and just as he came, he went.

She didn't sleep the rest of that night. Stu knew that. He knew everything she did at any given moment unless he doesn't have a reason to.

He couldn't give Billy enough reasons to love her, so the next best thing was to keep her away from him and keep her always with people.

And now he waited for her outside the office, just before lunch.

She walked out and sighed, throwing herself into Stu's arms. He hugged her, patting her hair softly.

Tatum patted her back, brushing off Stu's usual overtly affectionate behavior.

"Let's go eat. It'll make you feel a little bit better," Stu offers. "Ok," y/n once again sighs.

"I brought strawberries. I asked Stu what fruits you liked so... maybe it'll help?" Tatum piped up, offering a small smile.

"Thanks Tate," y/n smiled for once.

WC~~1003