i should hate you , scream [REWRITING]

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"Chug chug chug!" the crowd chanted. Chad and I were locked in a beer chugging contest, both of us determined to win.

I finished first and tossed the now empty can to the floor, and the room erupted into wild cheers. "Suck it, Chad!" I shouted, swatting the nearly empty can from Chad's hand. "Fuck yeah!"

Then, with a miscalculated step, I stumbled backward and flipped right over the couch, landing hard on the floor.

"Fuck, Logan, are you okay?" Mindy asked, her voice full of concern.

Sitting up and rubbing my head, I glanced around. "Never better."

Mindy helped me off the floor and onto the couch, but I grimaced. "Mindy, I don't feel so good."

"Oh, shit," she muttered, quickly dragging me upstairs to the bathroom. She held my hair up as I vomited into the toilet. Once I was finished, I slumped against the wall. "You feel better?"

I gave her a small nod, and she knelt beside me, gently wiping my face clean. "You're a good friend, Mindy, you know that?"

"Oh, I already know that," she said with a grin, tossing the rag in the sink and taking a seat against the cabinets across from me. "We're gonna sit here until you sober up a bit."

"Do you think I'll ever be like my uncle?"

"No," she replied. "And I'm sorry about what I said the other day."

I smiled faintly. "It's okay, Mindy. I kind of get why you said what you did." I leaned my head into the corner of the wall. "Do I still look hot?"

Mindy laughed. "You bet your ass you do."

"Mindy?"

"Hm?" she hummed back.

"Are we gonna die?" I asked.

The smile on Mindy's face disappeared. "I don't know."

Just then, Amber walked in, and the moment she saw us a look of relief washed over her.

"There you are," she said. "I thought you left."

"Hey," I laughed, though nothing about this was funny. "You're here."

Amber nodded. "I am. And you're wasted."

"I threw most of it up," I told her. "Tell her, Mindy."

Amber turned to Mindy, concern and confusion all over her face.

"She did," Mindy said.

"Okay, come on," she replied, swinging my arm around her shoulder. "Let's get you out of here."

Amber guided me to her bed and sat me down. I pulled her on top of me and kissed her, but she pulled back. "You're drunk."

"So?"

Amber rolled off of me and said, "We can have sex when you're sober."

"I'm gonna head downstairs," Amber said. "Don't stay up here too long."

"I won't," I assured her. "I'll be down in a minute." Amber gave me a quick smile before leaving the room.

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"Wheeler!" I snapped my fingers at one of the seniors. "Pour me a drink, will you?"

He grabbed a shot glass and filled it with whatever liquor he had nearby. "Thanks."

Just as I reached for it, Chad snatched the glass and threw it back. "Go easy. Mindy told me you drank more than you could handle."

"I'm mourning, dick."

Chad leaned on the counter. "And I'm saying to take it easy. Just take a smoke break or something."

"For once in your life, you have a good idea." I wandered off to the couch and lit a joint.

"Hey stranger," Mindy said, settling beside me and plucking the joint from my lips. "I don't understand how you always have weed on you."

"It's 2022, you can get drugs from anyone nowadays," I said, taking it back as she exhaled. "Tony DeMarco is my guy though. He gives me shit for free. I think he has a thing for me."

Mindy laughed. "Most of the guys at school do."

The lights were flipped on suddenly, and every teenager started leaving the party. I stumbled to my feet and leaned against the wall to guide myself to the door.

"Sam?" I said, tripping forward and knocking over a vase. "What are you doing here?"

Sam helped me off the floor. "Oh god, okay, you're high."

"What gave it away?" I giggled. "The weed radiating off of me?"

"Sleep it off," Sam said, nudging me toward the living room. Instead, I slumped down against the wall. "No, not there—you know what? Never mind."

I closed my eyes, feeling sleep begin to pull me under, only to be startled by a ringing phone. It was Sam's. I sat still, debating whether I should get up or go back to sleep.

Suddenly, screams came from the living room. Sam bolted toward them, and I scrambled after her as fast as I could.

When I got there, Sam was kneeling in front of Mindy, her hands pressed tightly over a bloody wound in Mindy's shoulder.

I stood frozen, unable to speak, my brain struggling to comprehend what I was seeing. The killer was here. They stabbed Mindy. We were all going to fucking die tonight.

Amber came in with Tara at her side and screamed at the sight of Mindy. "What did you do to her?!"

"I—I didn't do anything—" Sam stammered.

Then, a glass bottle shattered, and all our heads snapped toward the sound.

"Richie, where the fuck were you?" Sam demanded, eyes narrowing at her boyfriend.

"I went to the basement to get some beer," he replied defensively.

"You went to the basement alone?" Amber questioned, clearly not buying that he'd be so stupid.

"I asked her to come with me, she said no!"

Just then, Liv burst into the room, blood coating her hands.

"Liv, what the fuck?" I pointed at her hands with a trembling finger.

"It's not—I found Chad. I found Chad," she sobbed.

"Chad's dead?" I asked, receiving no response to my question.

"You're fucking lying," Amber snapped.

"You're the killer," Richie breathed, staring at the blood on Liv's hands.

Liv shouted back, desperately trying to defend herself, but no one was listening. At least Amber wasn't.

"Liv stop, Liv just stop!"

"Fuck you, Amber," Liv snapped. "I'm not the fucking killer."

Amber reached behind her and pulled out a pistol. "I know." She pulled the trigger and shot Liv in the head. Blood splattered across the wall behind her.

Amber turned the gun on Sam. "Welcome to act three."

Tara lunged forward and knocked Amber's arm up, causing the next shot to hit the ceiling. Amber flipped Tara over the couch and knocked her unconscious.

Now I was the one staring down the barrel of the gun.

"Amber, please, no," I begged, trembling. "Please, I—I love you."

"Don't worry, I'm not done with you just yet," she said, lowering the pistol. "Help me carry this bitch into the closet."