{ 𝙲𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 }

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"Aɴᴅ ɪᴛ's ɴᴇᴡ, ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴘᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ. Iᴛ's ʙʟᴜᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛs ᴏᴏʜ, ᴡʜᴏᴀ, ᴏʜ. Iᴛ's ᴀ ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ. Iᴛ's ᴄᴏᴏʟ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. Nᴏ ʀᴜʟᴇs ɪɴ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴀʙʟᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴏᴏʜ, ᴡʜᴏᴀ, ᴏʜ. Iᴛ's ᴀ ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ."
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"Seriously, man," Randy said, talking to Stu, "It's got to be Billy. If that didn't prove it, you'll probably be his next victim."

"Yeah, whatever, dude." Stu replied, half way ignoring him. "Belle," he continued, "I'm going home to get ready for the Fall Break Bash. If you want, I can take you to the police station so you can get your car."

"Sure," Belle shrugged. She placed a kiss on to Randy's cheek and turned to face her brother, motioning for him to come on. Stu waved goodbye to Randy and followed his sister out.

"You're a right asshole, you know that?" Belle criticized as soon as they were in the car.

"What?" Stu asked, confused.

"You and Billy with Randy! I get Billy, he's a fucking psychopath! But you?" She continued lecturing.

"Aw, is wittle Bella upset we made fun of her boyfriend?" Stu mocked, laughing as the words left his mouth.

"I'm upset that my brother joined in with the psycho!" Belle corrected.

"You don't seriously think Billy's the killer, do you?" Stu teased.

"I don't know about that, but I know something's off with him, at least ever since his mom left," Belle mumbled.

Stu didn't respond and the two rode in silence the rest of the way to the police station.

"Hey!" Stu called as Belle got out of the car, "I never asked, are you alright? I mean at the school and everything,"

"I'm fine now," Belle assured him, pushing the door closed. She grabbed her car keys from her pocket and walked to her beloved car.

She climbed in and started the engine, exhaling deeply as it turned over. She pulled off and followed Stu back to the Macher house.

When she got there, her and Stu walked in together. Stu was laughing hysterically after trying to lock her outside.

"Oh hey!" He said suddenly after letting her inside, "I found your key!"

"Really! Where was it?" Belle asked.

"Underneath the couch," Stu answered.

"Seriously?" She exclaimed. "Seriously," He answered.

He reached in to his pocket and handed it to her. Belle shrugged it off, not thinking anything of it. She jogged up the stairs and to her room, desperate to get out of Tatum's clothes and in to her own before Stu's party.

She slipped out of Tatum's skirt and in to a pair of baggy jeans with scattered holes. She pulled on a cropped, yellow button up in place of Tatum's sweater. She did her make up to match the vibe and ran a brush through her hair.

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