My Boyfriend's Back

Twenty-Four

A/N: Don't worry, this is just a filler. Next chapter should satisfy all of you.

That Night at 9 PM

I was making a stupid decision by meeting Stu but I didn't need him coming into my dorm again. I walked outside and looked around but didn't see anyone. I leaned up against one of the trees, tapping my foot. There were so many different emotions going through me. Anxiety was one of the biggest things happening. But there was also excitement mixed with shame.

Shame that I liked everything that happened the night before. Shame that Stu was right. I do like the chase. I like him chasing me. The fear of him catching me was exhilarating and it excited me in ways I couldn't explain. That was what terrified me more than wondering if he was going to kill me.

When someone pulled up in front of me on a motorcycle that anxiety grew even bigger. Until they took the helmet off and turned towards me, then I was just fucking confused. "Stu?" His hair was blond now and he was on a motorcycle. Fuck, now my panties were fucking soaked. But I was a little nervous too.

Is he going to take me somewhere else to kill me?

"You…uh…you dyed your hair and you have a motorcycle. Where did you get a motorcycle?" He held out another helmet, "put this on and let's go," he said. I just looked at the helmet not moving an inch. And that only irritated him I was guessing because he got off the bike, walked over to me, and slipped the helmet over my head himself. "Get on the fucking bike." He swung his leg over the seat, put his helmet on and waited for me.

This is a bad decision

I slowly approached the bike, swinging my leg over the set and sitting behind him. I could feel his body heat with how close we were. He reached behind him, grabbing my wrist and wrapping my arms around his waist. "You're going to want to hold on tight, baby." I wrapped my arms around his waist tight and he took off down the street.

I have no idea where we were going but at this moment it didn't matter because it felt so good to just let go. To pretend everything was fine and I wasn't willingly on the back of a motorcycle with my psychopath ex-boyfriend. But was he really my ex? My thoughts started going to what if Sindey found out or Randy. What if Dewey found out? They would never speak to me again. Sidney would never be able to look at me again if she found out I was sneaking around with one of the people that killed our mother, our friends, and tried to kill us.

Stu took a hand off of the handlebars and placed it over both of mine. That only made me stiffen up a little bit. Eventually we were driving down a dark road surrounded by woods on either side. The anxiety was back, my guy was telling me this wasn't a good idea, I felt fucking nauseous. His hand tightened around one of my wrists as we approached a cabin. I don't really think you could call it a cabin with how mice it was. His parents definitely paid for it.

When he stopped the bike outside the cabin he put the kickstand down and took his helmet off before getting off the bike. He hung his helmet off the handlebars and came over me, undid my helmet and helped me off the bike. "You have a cabin in Ohio, like an hour away from my college campus… why?" I asked. He smiled, pushing a strand of hair out of my face.

"Can't exactly live in Woodsboro with my parents. Especially since they're going to be selling it or at least try to sell it. And is it a crime to want to be close to my girlfriend? Gotta make sure the killer doesn't hurt you, right?" I backed away from him, "the killer? You mean you? So when did you kill those two students? Before you showed up at my dorm?"

"I didn't kill anyone, baby. I was with you when it happened. I was making you come multiple times. Remember?" Is he trying to gaslight me? "Why'd you bring me here?" I asked. He turned and walked towards the front door. "Come on, it's chilly out here." He opened the door and waited for me. There was no use in running so I may as well go inside.

"So your parents buy this and the bike for you?" I asked, looking around. I was surrounded by his scent and it was making my head fuzzy. "Yeah, of course!" He called from the bedroom just down the hall. He walked out in only sweats and threw a shirt at me. "Go change. I'll make some popcorn and we can watch a movie."

"I'm not staying here, Stu, I have classes tomorrow!" He slowly walked over to me, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him. "Fucking…change. Or I will change you myself. And trust me, baby, if I do that…you will be completely naked the whole time instead." He kissed me hard and walked into the kitchen. "Oh…and don't worry I'll get you back to campus in time for your eight o'clock Music History class or whatever the fuck it is."

I changed and we watched a movie. I had decided to just go with it. What other choice did I have? "So…that uh…that song you wrote, Final Girl, you ever gonna let me hear it?" I looked over at him with a raised eyebrow. "You go through my stuff?" I asked. He shrugged, "of course I did. You don't tell me anything. Gotta know what you've been up to. I've also loved your singing. But I love the sound of you screaming my name better."

"I'm not having sex with you again so forget," I said. He moved closer to Mr and yanked the blanket off of me. "Oh, baby girl, you're gonna do whatever I tell you to do or…" I gasped when he pulled me down to lay on my back and crawled on top of me. "Or I will have Randy be the next victim." He rolled his hips, his hard cock pressing into my clit. "I'd hate to have to do that. So be a good girl for me."