- 𝒞𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒.- (Ghostface x reader)

Chapter 13

(Hey guys! Sorry for not writing! I had so much school work!)

(Y/N's POV)

New day.

I fell asleep on the couch.

I rubbed my eyes and looked around.

Guess Billy left.

That guy is mysterious as fuck.

Kinda creepy sometimes.

I stood up and went to my room.

School.

I have to see my "ex-friend" group again.

Why don't I just report them..

No wait.

Ghostface might be in trouble.

So will I.

Nah I'm not a snitch.

I dressed up and went back downstairs.

I'm feeling lazy today.

I hate going to school.

I grabbed my keys and my bag and headed outside.

Thinking of those few seconds when Nick tried to literally murder me made me loose my appetite.

I saw the school bus and headed inside.

And guess who I thought I would never..actually..I thought I would probably meet inside.

Nick. That backstabbing asshole.

He was leaving near the window with his headphones in.

We suddenly made eye contact.

I look away, and was about to sit near the bus door.

"Hey, Y/N!" He called out, waving his hand.

I stared at him.

There was no way I was gonna talk to him.

He tried to kill me.

"Y/N please! I need to talk to you!"

I rolled my eyes and walked over.

Maybe I should hear what he has to say.

I hope he begs for forgiveness.

I walked over and sat next to him.

"What do you want?" I said, almost in a whisper.

Nick put his hand on my shoulder, his face saddening.

"I can explain."

I scoffed, slapping his hand off.

"Yeah right. You said you wanted to cut me off! What else do you need to explain?"

Nick sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I made that up."

I raised my eyebrow.

"Go on." I said, crossing my arms.

We had a long way to go anyways.

"I wasn't trying to kill you," He started to say.

"I was trying to lead your little Ghostface guy to my house."

I tilted my head.

I swear Nick is smoking pot or something..

"And why would you want to do that, stupid?"

"Have you never seen the news?"

I shook my head.

"No, I don't. That's for old people."

He chuckled, patting my back.

"Everyone in Woodsboro watches the news on an old television. We all have one. Ghostface has been a very renowned killer these past few months."

I smacked his shoulder.

"Get to the point, stupid!"

He was silent for a few moments before answering me.

"Ghostface's actually name is Billy Loomis. But originally, there was two. Billy Loomis and Stu Macher." Nick finally said, crossing his arms.

"But unfortunately, they were killed by this girl named Sidney Prescott. Now we don't know if the killer you just saw a couple days ago was actually Billy Loomis and/or Stu Macher..or that's just a new person."

I was shocked.

Hold on...

Billy...

No way.

Coincidence. It can't be him. He's so..nice.

"Do you have..a photo of..Billy Loomis?"

Nick nodded, opening his phone.

He showed me a picture.

A dark brown haired guy..fairly handsome..

That's Billy.

My Billy.

Nick held my hand, smiling.

"If I catch that guy..I can earn a ton of money."

"That's great.." I said, smiling back at him nervously.

"Hey..I'm sorry for judging you."

Nick laughed, a goofy expression on his face.

"No worries Y/N. After all, you're new here anyways."

...I can't believe this.

This is fucking terrible.