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TEARSKEPT FALLING DOWN HER FACE AS SHE LOOKED AT the boy in front of her. The same boy who told her he loved her and even held her when she cried was the same boy who had betrayed her and caused her pain in the first place.
"Mindy was right," Ethan kept talking, "it was easy to juke the roommate lottery system. I mean, all I had to do to meet you was go to a room with a conceited, condescending alpha literally named Chad! Fuck it felt good to kill him!"
Zoe's eye twitched from all the words he spurred out, clenching the brick closer so if he moved closer to her, she'd hit him.
"This was your grandmother, Sam. Nancy loomis? Really runs in your fucking family, doesn't it?" He spat at her, "speaking of family."
"Wait for it." Bailey happily joined, drum rolling.
"My name is not Ethan Landry!" Ethan turned to Bailey. "Is it, dad?"
"Huh?" Zoe asked, confusion on her face.
"Dad?" Tara spoke.
"Wait..." Sam looked around skeptically at the ghostface that still stood there. "If it's you two, that just leaves... Mindy?"
Zoe's whole body went stiff; it couldn't be Mindy; she was with them the whole time every day, and she knew her and her brother since they were babies, she wouldn't.
Then the ghostface began to take off their mask, revealing long ginger hair. Quinn smirked at them, loving their puzzled faces.
"Hey roomies. You didn't see that one coming, did you?"
"Yeah, because you died!" Tara yelled.
"No, no, no, this has to be a joke. I saw you die; your blood was on my hands." Zoe spoke.
