𝕊𝕎𝔼𝔼𝕋ℍ𝔼𝔸ℝ𝕋 | B.L & S.M

9 | S.M

PROMPT: You're the popular girl in school and Stu has grown obsessed with you.

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Stu Macher sat in the back of Woodsboro High's cafeteria, scanning the room for her. She was hard to miss, the kind of girl who turned heads wherever she went.

[Y/N] was the epitome of high school popularity—beautiful, charming, and surrounded by friends who hung onto her every word. With her effortless confidence, she was always in the spotlight and loving every second of it.

He'd watched her from afar for weeks, his admiration slowly twisting into something darker, more obsessive. There was a thrill in the chase, an intoxicating rush every time she smiled or laughed.

But the longer he waited, the more desperate he became, and the line between admiration and obsession blurred.

"You're staring," Billy Loomis said, sliding into the seat next to him, eyeing Stu with a mix of amusement and concern. "You're going to burn a hole in her with that look."

"Shut up, Billy," Stu muttered, unable to tear his gaze away from [Y/N]. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, laughing at something one of her friends said, and he felt a pang of longing.

"Seriously. You need to talk to her," Billy urged, leaning back in his chair. "It's pathetic watching you fawn over her like a puppy."

Stu rolled his eyes, brushing off Billy's comment. "I know what I'm doing. I just need the right moment, man."

But as the days turned into weeks, that moment never seemed to come. Every time he thought he might approach her, something held him back—fear, insecurity, a gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach that he might not be good enough.

One afternoon, after a particularly brutal day of watching [Y/N] flirt with the star quarterback, Stu decided enough was enough. He couldn't keep waiting for the universe to align. He had to make a move, and he needed help.

"Alright, Billy," he said, determination flooding his voice. "We need a plan."

Billy raised an eyebrow. "A plan? What kind of plan?"

"To get [Y/N] to notice me," Stu said, a manic glint in his eyes. "We're going to throw a party, and I'll invite her."

Billy shrugged, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. "Alright, let's see where this goes."

The following weekend, they threw an epic party at Stu's house. The music thumped through the speakers, and the living room was filled with laughter and noise. As the night wore on, he spotted [Y/N] across the room, a radiant smile lighting up her face as she chatted with her friends.

He took a deep breath and approached her, heart pounding. "Hey, [Y/N]!" he called out, forcing his way through the crowd. "I'm glad you could make it!"

She turned, her eyes widening slightly as she recognized him. "Oh, hey, Stu! Thanks for inviting me."

"Of course! I thought it'd be fun to have you here," he said, trying to keep his cool despite the storm of anxiety raging inside him. "You want something to drink?"

"Sure!" she replied, and they made their way to the kitchen, where the atmosphere was chaotic yet lively.

As they waited for drinks, he could feel the tension building between them. He laughed at her jokes, tried to keep the conversation flowing, but every time their eyes met, he felt like he might lose himself completely.

"So, what's up with you and the quarterback?" he asked, attempting to sound casual, though his heart raced with jealousy.

Her expression shifted, a hint of discomfort creeping into her smile. "Oh, we're just friends. Nothing serious."