Detective || Scream1996 x M!reader

Secrets

After class finally ended, you were immediately swarmed by more classmates, all eager to ask you about yesterday's events. The barrage of questions felt never-ending: "Did you see his face?" "Were you really stabbed?" "Do you think it's the same guy from the other murders?"

You answered what you could, trying to keep your responses vague. Each question felt like a weight, reminding you of how close you came to dying.

Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, they started to disperse, and you managed to escape the crowd. Your head was spinning, but you kept your cool, heading straight for the hallway, where Randy had said he'd meet you.

As soon as you spotted him leaning casually against the lockers, he raised an eyebrow at you. "Well, look who survived round two of the interrogation."

You sighed and ran a hand through your hair. "Tell me about it. Feels like I've been stabbed all over again with those questions."

Randy laughed and then looked you up and down, his smile fading slightly. "But for real, man, you okay?"

You paused for a moment, appreciating his concern. "Yeah. im fine, its just a lot for the moment"

"Yeah, I can imagine," Randy said, nodding sympathetically. "And it doesn't help that people are treating you like some kind of celebrity now."

You let out a half-hearted laugh. "I'd trade that title in a second if it meant I didn't have to deal with this."

Randy leaned closer, lowering his voice. "So... do you think it's connected? I mean, the other murders and your attack?"

You glanced around the hallway, making sure no one else was listening. "It feels like it. The cops think so too. They didn't say much, but they kept pushing me to see if I had any idea who the guy could be."

After a couple minutes you watched Randy disappear down the hallway, the thought crossed your mind 'Should I tell him?' The guy who attacked you, the one who flirted with you, the one who called you 'cupcake'
he is the murderer everyone's talking about.

Randy wasn't wrong. He'd been theorizing about who the killer was for weeks, always treating it like some twisted game. And now, you had more information than anyone else.

But...would he even believe you? Would he freak out? And, most importantly, would it put you in more danger if you revealed what you knew?

Your stomach twisted, the memory of that knife digging into your skin flashing through your mind. No. Not yet. It was too risky. Whoever the killer was, they were watching you. They knew you. Telling Randy or anyone else right now could escalate things.

'I'll keep it to myself for now,' you decided, your hands clenching into fists as you forced yourself to stay calm.

You'd figure this out on your own terms. But the feeling of being constantly watched—the footsteps behind you, the shadow lurking around every corner it wasn't going to go away anytime soon.

The rest of the day was a blur of people swarming around you, asking questions about the attack, and girls hovering with
concern, offering smiles and pats on the back

When school finally ended, you wasted no time heading home. You went through your normal routine like clockwork, trying to push the unease from your mind. But it lingered.

Night had fallen, and now you were sprawled out on the couch, the dull glow of the TV the only source of light in the room.

The quiet hum of the show you were half-watching was almost enough to let your mind wander away from the unsettling events of the past few days.

Then the phone rang.