ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ɢɪʀʟ || ꜱᴛᴜ ᴍᴀᴄʜᴇʀ [1]

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ?

Emilia woke up to strong arms wrapped tightly around her waist, as if Stu's arms were any looser, Emilia would disappear.

As Emilia turned around to think she would see her Stu asleep, he was wide awake, twirling her hair.

"Good morning beautiful", Stu says, voice still raspy from waking up a few minutes before his girlfriend.

"Morning, mi amor," she replies back.

Stu leans in for a kiss, but Emilia places a finger on his lips.

"What about my good morning kiss?"

Emilia smirks at him and says, "After we both brush our teeth."

She gets off of the bed and brushes her teeth as Stu complains about not getting his kiss, but after a "mom look" from Emilia, he quickly rushes off to brush his teeth.

After he brushes his teeth, Emilia smiles at him and grabs his shirt collar, and kisses him.

Emilia had plenty of clothes at Stu's house and picked a white t-shirt that showed part of her stomach paired with some jeans and a silver bedazzled belt.

Outfit inspo

After she and Stu got dressed, they both headed to school.

When they arrived at school, the second the swarm of reporters saw her face, they ran at her and started bombarding her with questions.

"Emilia, how does it feel to have almost been butchered last night?"

"What happened last night?"

"Why were you only left alive?"

She recognized the voice of the person who asked the last question to see none other than Gale fucking Weathers.

Gale had been writing a book about Maureen Prescott's murder. In her book and numerous news reports, she had made Sidney look like a liar and Emilia hated that.

Emilia shot Gale a look and was about to give Gale a piece of her mind before Stu wraps his arm around her waist and drags her away from the swarm of reporters.

"You should have let me punch her Stu", Emilia says as the two walk hand in hand to their first-period History class.

Class goes by and Emilia can't help but just stare at the window completely zoned out.

For a split second by the trees, she swears she sees the familiar black robes and the Ghostface mask lurking, watching, even taunting her.

"Are you ok Ms. Armenta", her history teacher asks.

The class is silent, so silent you could hear a pin drop as the class all turns to her, and she nods and says yes.