Murderer || Scream1996 x m!reader

Lunch

Rewritten on 2024 9/12
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After all those classes, lunch had finally arrived. Billy told you he'd meet you outside your classroom, so when the teacher announced the end of class, you bolted out of the room like a kid on Christmas morning.

Outside, you spotted Billy leaning against the wall, staring at a flip phone like it was the Holy Grail. "Damn, he's actually kind of hot," you thought, eyeing him with a mix of curiosity and admiration.

You walked over and tapped him on the shoulder. "Oh, you're here already? Let's go eat," you said, slipping his phone into his pocket. He put his arm around your shoulder, and you both headed toward the lunch spot where he and his friends usually gathered.

As you walked, you noticed Billy stealing glances at you. You pretended not to notice, but inside, his heart was racing like he'd just run a marathon.

Billy led you to what looked like the bargain-bin version of a fountain, where a few people were sitting and eating. You guessed these were his friends.

"Hey, you're the new kid, right?" asked a guy in a green T-shirt with white and black stripes.

You nodded.

"So, this is the person you were talking about?" said another guy, sitting next to a blonde girl. "Not bad looking if I do say so myself. Nice job, Billy."

"Not bad looking? Seriously? That's your first impression?" Billy shot back, clearly unimpressed. He sat you down next to the guy in the green T-shirt and took a seat beside the brown-haired girl.

"Billy already told us your name. I'm Randy," the guy in the green T-shirt said.

"Names Stu. Nice to meet you, buddy," said the guy next to him.

"I'm Tatum. Nice to meet you, Y/N," the blonde girl said.

"And I'm Sidney. Nice to meet you too," added the brown-haired girl.

"Nice to meet you all," you said quietly.

"Wait a minute," Tatum interrupted, changing the subject. "Did you hear about the murder last night?"

"Oh yeah, Casey, right?" Stu asked.

"She used to sit next to me in English," Sidney said.

"Well, not anymore," Tatum said with a grim look.

A tense silence followed until Sidney broke it with, "How do you... gut someone?"

You were about to answer when Stu jumped in, "You take a knife and slice from groin to sternum."

'Looks like he knows a lot about gutting,' you thought to yourself.

"We don't actually want to know, dumbass," Billy said, rolling his eyes at Stu.

"Hey, Stu, didn't you used to date Casey?" Sidney asked.

"Yeah, for like... two seconds," Stu replied.

"Yeah, before she dumped him for Steve," Randy added.

"I thought you dumped her for me," Tatum said, sounding a bit hurt.

"I did," Stu protested. "He's full of crap!"

"And are the police aware you dated the victim?" Randy asked.

"What are you implying? That I killed her?"

"It would certainly boost your high school resume," Randy said with a smirk.

"Stu was with me last night," Tatum chimed in.

"Was that before or after he sliced and diced?" Randy asked.

"Fuck you, nutcase. Where were you last night?" Tatum demanded.

"Working, thank you very much," Randy replied.

"At the video store? I thought they fired your ass," Sidney asked.

"Twice," Randy confirmed.

"I didn't kill anybody," Stu interjected.

"Nobody said you did," you pointed out.

Stu flashed a grateful smile at you. "Thanks, buddy."

"Besides, it takes a MAN to do something like that," Randy added.

"Well, I'm about to gut your ass in a second," Stu threatened with a grin.

"Yeah, this guy's definitely a murderer," you thought.

"Tell me something," Randy said, "Did you really put her liver in the mailbox? I heard they found her liver next to her spleen and pancreas."

"Randy, you goon!" Tatum shouted, exasperated. "I'm trying to eat here!"

"Tatum's getting mad, alright," Stu said, pulling Tatum close. "You better leave her alone!"

Sidney, clearly fed up, stood up and stormed off. Tatum glared at Stu and went after her friend.

"Get it? 'Leave her alone,'" Stu said, attempting to explain the joke.

Billy just shook his head at Stu's antics, clearly over it.