Lying flat on my back on a leather couch was definitely not how I thought I'd be spending my first night in Woodsboro. It is way too hot, countless half naked bodies pressed against people I've just met an hour or two ago.
The burning heat from the body on top of me, the heat from his mouth and tongue, the heat from where our hips meet, the heat from him writhing and jerking. And suddenly I'm a panting mess, my lungs desperately trying to get air despite the reassuring chant in my mind. It's okay, it's okay, it's okay. And suddenly my entire body is flushed and burning, the places our skin touches creating a burning sensation that rings in my ears like the buzz of the college students and the blast of shitty club music.
As many scenarios I replay in my head, I simply cannot get into the mood. I am a mess, just not because I'm getting turned on. Something feels horribly wrong and I can't pinpoint it.
The cracked leather scratches my half exposed back and my neck burns from the several crooks in it as I frantically look around the living room.
Just a bunch of drunk college students. Not excluding myself, though I'm barely even tipsy. One shot and my head is already feeling fuzzy. I think I recognize the girl that lives on my street. Giggling after every sentence that leaves one of the four guys surrounding her. She seems fun, nice enough. Rich and pretty. What more could a new girl want in a friend? She's the reason I'm at this party in the first place.
"Come on dude, stop hogging the couch!" We both look to the left, where a bleach blonde guy, with an outgrown buzz cut hovers over us, a girl I'm almost ninety percent sure is still in highschool clutched to his side.
I scramble off the leather sofa. If they want to hookup on the most uncomfortable surface in this house, whatever. Maybe I'd be a little more mad if I was actually feeling it. Speak of the devil, the guy grabs my wrist and starts tugging me towards the bedrooms when the wave of unsettledness comes over me, as if stronger than before. I mumble something about having to go and slip out of his grip, scrambling through the bodies of horny drunk college kids.
You know that feeling that someone's watching you?
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𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮'𝙨 𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙈𝙚 (Ghostface X Reader)
Fanfictionyou know the jist of it, someone moves to Woodsboro, joins a friend group, and the rest is history. But what happens when in the middle of all the expected, yet still terrifying and gruesome horrors, there lies a girl that remains unharmed. 𝙍𝙞𝙣𝙜...
