Detective || Scream1996 x M!reader

School

Y/n arrived at school and gazed up at the imposing building. It was that time of day again when the place transformed from a relatively quiet structure into a hive of teenage activity.

Students poured in from all directions, some getting dropped off, and a few strolling across the grounds in animated conversations.

As Y/n was about to walk in, someone swung their arm around his shoulders, causing him to hunch slightly due to the height difference. He looked down to see Tatum grinning up at him, her arm draped casually around his neck.

"Whoa, easy there," Y/n said with a smirk. "I'm not your personal neck pillow."

Tatum laughed, unperturbed by the comment. "Good morning to you too. Didn't think you'd be up before noon."

Y/n rubbed his eyes, letting out a low sigh. "I'm just a hostage to the sun until night rolls back around."

As they walked towards the school entrance, Y/n spotted a group of students huddled near the steps, their chatter a mix of gossip and social media updates. The usual chaos of high school life was in full swing.

"So, how's it feel to be the first one to drop some new gossip this morning?" Y/n asked, raising an eyebrow.

Tatum rolled her eyes playfully. "Please, I'm not the town crier. But did you hear about the latest buzz? Casey Becker? It's all anyone can talk about."

"Yeah, I caught the news," Y/n said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Nothing like a good dose of morning terror to get the adrenaline pumping."

"Hey, I'm just trying to keep you in the loop," Tatum shot back. "Some of us have to actually keep up with current events. Not everyone can spend their mornings in bed pretending to be a hibernating bear."

Y/n chuckled. "Well, someone has to keep the sarcasm levels high around here. Otherwise, who would laugh at all the dramatic nonsense?"

The two of them reached their lockers, and Y/n began retrieving his books. Tatum leaned casually against her locker, watching him with an amused expression.

"So," she said, "any big plans today, or are you just sticking to your usual routine of sleep deprivation?"

Y/n shrugged. "Well, if 'staying out of a horror movie scenario' counts as a solid plan, then yeah, that's my main goal today."

Tatum snorted. "Always with the dramatic flair. Just try not to get too sucked into all the chaos, okay? I'm not up for any of your wild conspiracy theories right now."

"Chaos is inevitable," Y/n replied, snapping his locker shut. "And if I'm going to get dragged into it, I might as well enjoy the ride."

After bidding Tatum goodbye, Y/n made his way to his first period, history. The bell rang just as he stepped into the classroom, his eyes scanning the room for his usual seat-luckily, it was all the way in the back.

He slouched down into the chair, barely registering his surroundings until he noticed the guy sitting next to him: Billy Loomis.

Y/n had heard about him. Who hadn't? Billy was popular, mostly due to his looks and that whole mysterious, cold attitude he seemed to carry everywhere.

They had never really talked before, though Y/n had caught Billy sneaking a few glances his way from time to time. It wasn't like they were friends or anything-more like two strangers who just happened to share the same space.

Today, though, it felt different. There was something in the air that made Y/n more aware of Billy's presence.

Class went on as usual-the teacher droning on about something from 1530. Some war, maybe? A treaty? Honestly, who cared. Y/n wasn't paying attention.

His head was propped against his hand, and he was fighting a losing battle to stay awake. The soft hum of the teacher's voice might as well have been a lullaby at this point.

Every now and then, Y/n felt eyes on him. Billy's eyes. He ignored it, trying to focus on the doodles he was absentmindedly scribbling in the margins of his notebook. But there was no denying that weird feeling creeping up his spine. Something about Billy's gaze felt...heavy.

Finally, the bell rang, snapping Y/n out of his near-comatose state. He stretched, grateful for the interruption, and started packing his things.

As he zipped up his backpack, he could still feel Billy's eyes on him, lingering for a moment longer than normal. Y/n ignored it, figuring it was probably nothing, but that strange feeling stayed with him as he headed for the door.

He stepped out into the hallway and quickly spotted Tatum waiting for him by her locker.

"How's history class? Learn anything life-changing?" she teased, noticing the dazed look on his face.

"Yeah," Y/n replied dryly. "I learned that if I lean my head on my hand for an hour, I start losing feeling in my face."

Tatum laughed, shaking her head. "Sounds like a productive morning."

"Extremely. Might even get an award for it," Y/n said, rolling his eyes.

As they walked together, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling of Billy's stare from earlier. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was something. But either way, today had already started to feel a little off.