Tear You Apart || Billy Loomis & Stu Macher ✓

𝟶𝟽| 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐩

"Do you have any idea who would have left this in your locker?" Mr. Himbry, the principal, questioned as you sat in his office. You stared at the mask in his hand, the same screaming ghost mask the killer had worn.

You glanced to your left as Deputy Riley — Dewey — and Sheriff Burke stood by, waiting to question you regarding the recent murders.

"No. I have no clue." You stated, shaking your head. You wanted to assume it was just some sick prank, but how would anyone know about the mask? You had only mentioned it to the sheriff.

"That's all right, Ms. Orth," Himbry sighed, setting the mask down on his desk. "Before I release you, Sheriff Burke would like to ask you a few questions. Would that be alright?"

You simply nodded, knowing it was expected of every student to oblige.

"How are you holding up, Y/n? Your parents doing okay?" Burke questioned as you gave him your undivided attention.

"I'm managing fine," you answered slowly as your mind still felt numb. "I'm—my family's grieving."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Steven was a good kid." He looked pitying for all of five seconds before straightening up and moving on to the questioning. "So tell me, did you consider yourself close with Casey Becker?"

"Yes. We've been friends since we were five," you said, reminiscing on the days of kindergarten you could barely recall anymore.

"Were you aware of her relations with your brother?"

"Not until recently." You answered honestly.

You noticed Dewey holding a clipboard, seemingly writing your responses down which made you extra cautious of how you answered.

"And how did their relationship make you feel?" Burke asked in no particular manner, yet you couldn't help but frown as the question felt like a trap.

"...I didn't mind that they were together. And what is with these relationship questions? This isn't going to help find their killer." You said, looking to Dewey for answers but his sympathetic expression gave you none.

You caught the determined mien that overtook Sheriff Burke's face as he interrogated you. He couldn't think you're the killer, could he?

"I hope you're not suggesting what I think you are," you spoke low as a sudden nausea surged through you.

"Well, I do find it odd that you managed to escape with barely a scratch while those poor kids were gutted and slaughtered like animals." You scoffed at his confession, wondering if anyone else thought the same.

You felt guilty for being the one who got away, but to be accused of murdering your own brother was enough to set you off.

"Alright, that's enough," Dewey stepped forward, finally intervening before you snapped. "She's already dealing with the loss of her brother, there's no need to give her a harder time."

"Thank you, Deputy Riley." Gratitude swirled in your eyes as you showed your appreciation to him by formally addressing him. Dewey's eyes slightly lit up at that as he gave you a cordial nod in return.

"I suppose you're right," Sheriff Burke cleared his throat. "That'll be it for today."

"Thank you, Sheriff." Principal Himbry said, placing a hand on your back. "Ms. Orth, you may return to class."

You rose to your feet without a word, making sure to smile at Dewey on your way out of the office, grateful for his leniency.

Finally alone, you thought, relieved. However, the minute you reentered the corridor, two arms were thrown over your shoulders from behind, crossing above your chest.

"Yo, what'd they say?"

You glanced back at the blue-eyed male who was leaning half his body weight onto you. You clicked your tongue, slightly annoyed as you continued walking down the hall. Instead of releasing you, Stu simply moved along with you.

"Other than being covertly accused as the killer, nothing really." You expressed. Although you couldn't see his face, you felt Stu tense behind you. You patted his arm for him to release you, whirling to face him as he did so. "What's the matter?"

"Why would they think it's you?" He seemed almost appalled by the idea.

"Because I came out alive with no real injuries, while they were–" You stopped yourself from continuing, the thought too gruesome.

"Gutted?" He asked, shamelessly.

You blinked at him as you pressed your lips into a thin line. "Your lack of sensitivity sometimes truly scares me." You laughed out.

"Sorry," he grinned. "I just think it's absurd—laughable even that they would suspect you."

Your eyebrows pinched together, unsure whether to be offended or relieved. "Why couldn't I be a suspect?"

"Well... because you're you," Stu mimicked your tone from earlier. "Besides, you don't exactly have a killer's build."

You scoffed as he eyed you up-and-down unabashedly. You smacked his arm in return.

"Ow! I'm just sayin'," he defended, holding his hands up in case you struck out again. "Wouldn't be hard to overpower you."

"Fuck you, Macher. I didn't ask for your two cents." You flipped him off before turning to walk away.

"Wait," He swiftly caught your wrist, yanking you back. A startled noise escaped you as you collided with his chest. "You still coming to my shindig tomorrow night?"

You wavered as your focus flickered to his lips then back up to his eyes. His mouth curled as the action didn't go unnoticed.

"I forgot about that," you mumbled while pulling away from him. "I'm not sure I'll be up for it."

"C'mon, you gotta go," he voiced avidly. His parents were going out of town tomorrow, leaving him alone in their giant house. "There won't be another killer party like this. You can't miss it, Orth."

"I don't know..." You sighed. Regardless if you wanted to go or not, your parents may not even allow it after what's happened.

"Pretty please," he pleaded, rubbing his hands together dramatically. "With a cherry on top."

"Fine," You rolled your eyes. "But only because you're so desperate. You know I can't resist a man who whines and begs."

Plus, a party might even help drown out your sorrows. Just another distraction to avoid reality's dark misfortunes.

"Hey, I'll do whatever you want as long as you go." Stu admitted.

"I already said yes." You laughed. "Now, go away. I've gotta get to class."

"You're the best." He cheered, kissing the side of your head energetically before jogging backward down the hall. "You won't regret it!"

You shook your head at him as you went your separate ways.

Stu, without fail, always manages to cheer you up, no matter the issue. Instead of walking on eggshells around you for what happened, he treated you normally. It was a trait of his you've grown to love since grade school.