ASSHOLES | scream au

9. wes, wes, wes

"Someone has to save everyone from the actual bitch that you are, Amber!" Wes yelled, shoving her hard into the kitchen. Liv seized the moment, forcefully pushing Sidney down to the floor, her eyes flashing with malicious intent. Amber gripped the counter for support, her heart racing with disbelief. In her own house, of all places? The betrayal felt unbearable. "I mean, none of you is innocent! You, Amber, stole the girl of my dreams," Wes continued, his voice a venomous sneer. "And then you constantly brag about it, taunting me for not being able to get a girl when you knew I was in love with Tara." His words dripped with resentment, revealing a twisted jealousy that had festered beneath the surface.

"Seriously?" Amber scoffed, disbelief etched across her face. "All of this over Tara?" The very thought felt absurd to her, and yet she could see the truth behind Wes's anguish—he felt wronged and humiliated, desperately seeking revenge against those he believed had taken everything from him.

"Yeah, all over Tara," Wes confirmed, his expression hardening as he turned his attention to Liv. "Liv, you wanna go get Sam and Gale?" His plan was becoming clearer; he wanted to drag their friends into the chaos, to make them feel the weight of his fury.

"Yeah, I do," Liv smirked, a gleam of wicked excitement in her eyes before she strode out of the kitchen. As soon as she left, Sidney seized her chance to escape, but Wes quickly blocked her path, his confidence radiating like a predator cornering its prey.

"Hey, Sidney Prescott," Wes said with a smirk as he approached her. "You know, I've heard of you. I've heard you were a bitch in real life." The accusation hung in the air, heavy and accusatory, igniting Sidney's anger.

"Go fuck yourself," Sidney snapped, refusing to be intimidated.

"Anyways," Wes rolled his eyes, undeterred. "I'm Wes Hicks, Judy Hicks's son. You remember her, right?" The mention of her name sent a chill down Sidney's spine; Judy had been the deputy when Sidney returned to Woodsboro for her book sale, and she had always made her feel uneasy, like a shadow lingering just out of sight.

"Well, um, you were a huge bitch to my mom. A huge one," Wes said, venom seeping into his tone. "My mom almost died because of you." His anger was misdirected, fueling his desire for revenge against Sidney for the trauma his family had endured due to the events of the past, blaming her for the repercussions of Ghostface's legacy.

"But you're the same one who killed her!" Amber shot back, unable to contain her disbelief at the hypocrisy.

"I didn't kill her!" Wes snapped at Amber, his frustration boiling over as he pointed back to Sidney, unable to maintain his façade of control.

"It's for the plot, Amber!" Wes shouted, his voice rising with frustration. "Anyways, I've been bullied my whole life by people I've called my best friends. You know how that feels?" He didn't wait for her to respond, his words spilling out in a torrent of anger. "You probably don't. So I'm going to get rid of the biggest bullies I know." The bitterness in his tone painted a clear picture of his emotional turmoil—a boy who had once been sweet but had been twisted by the betrayal and cruelty he had suffered at the hands of those he trusted.

Just then, Liv re-entered the room, a wicked grin stretching across her face as she dragged a wounded Gale Weathers alongside her. Sam, still reeling from the shocking revelation that Wes was Ghostface, could hardly comprehend the scene before her. The little sweet boy, the one she had grown up with, was now a part of this nightmare? It couldn't be real; it felt like a twisted dream.

"Too bad no one reads books anymore," Liv taunted Gale, shoving her into a chair with a force that made her wince. Sam stumbled, falling against the island with a groan as she hit the floor, her shock palpable as she tried to process the chaos unfolding around her.