𝗙𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗥, billy loomis & stu macher

27 history repeats

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(   chapter twenty-seven,   history repeats   )
❝ oh, I don't have you here with me, but at least I have the memories, I try to make it through the night but, I can't control my mind ❞

april 13th, 1998

THE SKY HAD darkened into a deep midnight blue as the sun dipped below the horizon, leaving the moon to take its place.

Nirvana played softly in the background as Kathryn moved through her dorm, a half-eaten sandwich in hand while she sifted through her closet, picking out clothes for the Delta Lambda Zeta party later that night.

Normally, she'd be excited for a party, but something about tonight felt off. There was an unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach, one she couldn't shake.

"Hey, someone left this at our door."

Kathryn turned toward Jaylyn, who had just walked into her room holding a small box. "Really? Who sent it?"

Jaylyn shrugged, turning the box over in her hands as she stepped closer. "No idea. But it's got your name on it."

Frowning, Kathryn grabbed the box, handing her sandwich to Jaylyn in exchange. She placed the box on her bed, running her fingers over the cardboard. No return address, no markings - nothing except her name scrawled in bold black letters. The handwriting seemed oddly familiar, but before she could think too much about it, she turned back toward her closet.

"Whatever," she waved it off with a dismissive hand, glancing at Jaylyn, who was now touching up her makeup. "Help me find something to wear."

Jaylyn grinned, skipping over to the closet. "Never thought you'd ask, Ellis."

Kathryn chuckled, sitting down at her vanity as she watched her friend sift through the clothes.

"So," Jaylyn said with a chuckle, briefly glancing over her shoulder, "I heard you knocked Gale Weathers flat on her ass - which, by the way, well-fucking-deserved. I just wish I'd been there to see it."

Kathryn nodded, glancing down at her bruised knuckles. "Yeah, well, now she knows better than to try and ambush me with one of her bullshit interviews."

The hate Kathryn held for Gale Weathers continued to grow each day she unwillingly saw her face on screen. Because after everything they went through that night, Gale still had the audacity to paint Kathryn as someone she wasn't: a boyfriend-stealing slut.
The nerve of that woman.

Jaylyn laughed. "Still, no matter how much of a cunt that woman is, try not to get yourself expelled doing shit like that. You're the only person here I can tolerate."

"No, I'm the only person here who can tolerate you."

Jaylyn ignored the playful jab, holding up a bodycon dress she'd pulled from the closet. "You know what this outfit needs?" she mused, scanning the dress. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she turned back to the closet. "Wait, I know exactly what will do it!"

Grinning, Jaylyn pulled out an old jean jacket, holding it up to her chest. "This could work, right?"

Kathryn shook her head instantly, rising from her seat to snatch his jacket away, and stuffing it back into the closet. "No to the jacket, and no to the dress."

With a groan, Jaylyn flopped onto the bed, rolling her eyes. "Okay, I get it - jacket's kinda ugly, but the dress? It's fucking cute! Mickey will be all over you tonight!"