Killer Geek (SLOW UPDATES)

Randy and I stayed wrapped up in each other for a while, neither of us wanting to let go. But eventually, the real world came crashing back in.

We had to go outside.

As soon as we stepped onto the quad, it was chaos. Students whispering, news vans parked along the street, reporters swarming like vultures. I stayed close to Randy, my fingers gripping his arm like a lifeline as we spotted Mickey, Derek, and Hallie standing near the main walkway.

Mickey grinned as we approached, completely unfazed by the circus around us. "Well, well, if it isn't the campus celebrity and her devoted bodyguard."

Randy shot him a glare. "Not the time, Mick."

Derek, ever the golden boy, gave me a sympathetic smile. "You okay?"

I hesitated. I wanted to say yes, to pretend like everything was normal—but it wasn’t. Nothing was normal anymore.

Before I could answer, a sudden commotion by the administration steps caught our attention.

The chief of police stood at the top of the stairs, surrounded by a wall of officers, taking questions from an aggressive pack of reporters. And in the middle of it all—Gale Weathers.

Of course, she was here.

Her red blazer stood out like a warning sign as she shoved a microphone toward the chief. "Can you confirm whether these murders are connected to the Woodsboro killings?" she demanded.

The officer barely flinched. "At this time, we are not making any official statements regarding possible connections. The investigation is ongoing."

Another reporter jumped in. "But the victims were murdered during the STAB premiere—doesn't that suggest a copycat?"

I swallowed hard, my stomach twisting.

Randy must’ve felt me tense, because he leaned in slightly, his voice low. "Deep breaths. Don’t let them get in your head."

Easy for him to say. They weren’t whispering about him. They weren’t pointing at him, waiting to see if he’d snap like his psycho best friend.

Across the quad, Gale’s eyes scanned the crowd—and then locked onto me.

Shit.

She smirked, already moving toward us.

"Here we go," Randy muttered.

Gale was cutting through the crowd like a heat-seeking missile, her cameraman Joel following close behind. I could see the gleam in her eyes—she lived for this kind of moment.

Randy stiffened beside me. "You wanna run?" he muttered under his breath.

"No," I said, my jaw tightening. "I’m done running."

Gale reached us, stepping into my personal space with that all-too-familiar, camera-ready smirk. She lifted her mic, and Joel’s camera focused in on me.

"We are here with Y/N Loomis," she announced, her voice loud and confident. "The sister of Billy Loomis, the original killer of the Woodsboro Massacre."

I felt the blood drain from my face. She said it so casually, like it was just a fact—a headline, not something that had completely destroyed my life.

Gale turned to me, all polished charm. "Y/N, I have someone who would love to talk to you and do an exclusive interview."

I barely had time to react before a new figure stepped into view.

Cotton Weary.

The man my brother and Stu had framed for the murder of Maureen Prescott.

Sidney’s mother.