Ghosting (🅂🄲🅁🄴🄰🄼 X Reader)

Chapter 6

I know it's Billy and Stu. I really do. But I've given them every chance in the world to snap my neck and somehow, I'm still alive.

I know Stu's a killer, but I still feel so safe in his arms.

But I'd never do anything. I value Tatum's company far too much.

Maybe I should tell Billy.

Yeah.

Maybe then he'll grow a pair. I'm not being some final girl, stuck with all the trauma. I mean, look at Laurie strode or sally hardesty. They were haunted by the death of their friends AND their slashers for years.

No. Chance. In. Hell.

"Hey, whatcha thinking about?" Randy pulled me back to reality.

"Huh? Sorry. It's nothing. Just... thinking about Halloween coming up!" I divert. "Yeah, Blockbuster has been pushing out deals and sales like crazy for the past two weeks," Randy continues on about work, new movies, and coworkers.

I'm dying anyway.

Without any clue of what possessed me, I grab Randy by the shirt and kiss him.

"You're adorable when you dork out about your job," I smirk after pulling away. He tried to speak, but it came out jumbled and stuttered. Like a buffering computer.

(Y/n has rizz⁉️)

Tatum was laughing so hard she couldn't breathe. Sydney was mildly impressed.

Billy could've cared less, but when I looked at Stu he was staring me dead in the eyes.

I wrote on a sticky note while everyone else was focused on Randy trying to recover his dignity from his reaction to being kissed.

Meet me after school.

Stu eyes were cold. Like pieces of blue slate cutting through my jugular veins and tearing at my own eyes. His eyes finally flicked down to the note. He looked up at me, just a nod.

This gave me anxiety.

Did kissing Randy somehow effect his mercy toward me?

It seems so.

Well.

It is what it is.

While being in my thoughts, time seemed to fly. It seemed to pass even quicker when I zone out in class. And before I knew it, the end of 7th block was swiftly approaching. I had seventh block with Stu. I was hoping to finagle this and be prepared, however that small detail slipped my mind. And I didn't have to turn to know Stu was looking at me.

Shit.

As soon as the class ended, I rushed out. I walked the extensive distance to my locker and slammed it open, quickly shoving things in and then rushing away. I went under the bleachers of the football field.

It was private, but if I screamed, the track team would hear it. Stu popped up out of nowhere, frightening me. I curse lightly.

"So... what did you want?" Stu asks boredly. "Uhm... I don't know any other way to put this, but... I know you're ghostface," he paused and I braced for whatever reaction he'd give. "The fuck are you going on about!" He seemed "offended".

I don't look at him. I ignored his statement.

"I was planning on talking to Billy instead, much against your advice, but then you... you just stared at me with this- this hatred and I thought you'd finally get it over with," I wasn't sad. I wasn't angry. I wasn't scared or betrayed or even upset.

I wasn't happy either.

I was drained of my energy and will and I was completely void of any emotion.

"Anyway... if you come to kill me tonight, I won't fight it anymore," I shrug and start walking past him. He catches my arm. "I'm... I'm hosting a Halloween party on Friday. Billy wants you there to kill you, so please, if you do come, please be careful... I don't want you to die. I know you're upset-" "I'm not. I just don't care anymore," I tell him in a monotonous voice.

He stops me from walking away again. "I'm sorry. I'm not angry with you. I was angry because I have been risking my ass to save your life cause Billy wants you six feet under," Stu explained, taking a breath. "And.... I want to be on the receiving end of your affection..." he wrung his hands together nervously. "I just- I gotta know; are you and Billy like... romantically involved," I ask somewhat nonchalantly. He's caught off guard by this, his cheeks dusting a deep pinkish red, refusing to look in my eyes. "W- no! Me and Billy!? Pft, never," he leaned against the bleachers.

I smirk lightly, not believing it for one second. "Okay, pal. See ya later," I start leaving. On my way to my car, billy stops me. "Stu's hosting a party. Be there, it'd be cool to see ya," he nonchalantly said, something menacing behind the demand. "Oh, he uh, told me already. I dunno if I wanna come though," I rub my arm nervously. Something about Billy always exuded this... dominance, this wrath that could make anyone cower before him.

He puts a hand on my shoulder, kicking my fight or flight into high gear. "Really, come on, you have to be there. It'd be no fun without you,"

"S-sure Billy. I'll be there," I really shouldn't have accepted.