i should hate you , scream [REWRITING]

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My heart sank instantly. Ghostface had always scared the hell out of me growing up. My 7 year old self had been thankful that Jill Roberts hadn't targeted my family all those years ago. But now, someone close to me had been attacked, and I knew without question that I was a target as well. There was no possible way I wasn't with Stu Macher as my uncle.

My dad and I ate in silence after that. Neither of us had much to say, the weight of the news hanging heavily between us. After dinner, I headed up to my room and got ready for bed. But no matter how much I tossed and turned, I couldn't sleep. My mind kept racing, running through every possible person who could be behind the mask—every familiar face I suddenly questioned. I kept wondering when it would be my turn to die at the hands of Ghostface. The thought had haunted me since I was little, always lingering in the back of my mind. But eventually, I forced the thought away, letting the exhaustion pull me under and drift me off to sleep.

The next day, the school was swarming with police and reporters. Squad cars lined the parking lot, and news vans clogged the curb. Cameras flashed and microphones were shoved into the faces of anyone unlucky enough to walk by. I spotted my friends gathered on a bench near the quad and made my way toward them. Without a word, I sat down on the bench, while Amber was sitting beside me on the table.

"He wants me to accept his Find My Fam request," Liv said, glancing at Chad.

"It's the smartest option with a would-be killer on the loose," Chad said. "You know exactly where I am, and I know exactly where you are."

Liv rolled her eyes, smiling. "Aw, so you can stalk me like a jealous boyfriend?"

Chad smiled. "Right, and you can stalk me like a jealous boyfriend."

Amber made a fake gagging noise. "Is this because you two aren't having sex yet?"

Chad laughed. "You actually bring up a very good point. Not that I want to sound like the stereotypical jock trying to get into his girlfriends pants, but—"

Liv interrupted. "Great!"

Wes' face was serious. "Don't do it Liv, there's a psycho out there. You make yourself harder to find. Delete social media, tape over your phone, disable GPS."

Chad shrugged. "Yes, thank you very much Edward Snowden. Actually, your mother just interrogated me about Tara's attempted murder which was very fun."

Wes nodded slowly. "I'm sure she's asking everybody. I mean, Ghostface is back."

I looked around at the cops talking to students. The air felt thick with fear.

"Logan." Amber's voice pulled me from my thoughts. Wes' mom, Sheriff Hicks, was standing in front of me.

"Can we talk?" she asked, sounding firm. I glanced at Amber, who nodded. I followed the sheriff.

"Where were you last night during the attack?" she asked.

"I was at Amber's house. We were—studying."

"All night?" She looked doubtful.

"No. I helped Wes study too while you were at work and then I went home for dinner and stayed there." I twisted the ring on my finger nervously. I hated this.

She noticed. "Nervous?"

"Cops make me nervous," I said, shoving my hands in my pockets.

"Let us know if you hear anything," she said before walking away. I went back to my friends and sat down with a huff.

"I hate your mom, Wes," I muttered.

Amber ran her fingers through my hair. "What did she want?"

"She thinks I'm the killer," I said, the accusation stinging. "Like I'm my uncle or something. She didn't say it but I saw the look in her eye."