Yn
I was standing at my locker, putting the books I wouldn't need away. Randy was behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist. Last night...after...after what he had done to me...I had never felt such pleasure before, not even by my own hand. He had woken me up with his mouth on me again, his tongue flicking over my clit, two of his fingers sliding into me. I could still feel his touch.
"You gonna come home with me after school or do you want me to drop you off at home?" Randy asked, his breath warm against my ear. Before I could answer him, he was forcefully pulled away from me. I turned to see Billy slamming him against the lockers.
"Oh, my god, Billy, what the hell are you doing?!" I grabbed his arm, trying to get him to loosen his grip on Randy's shirt. "You are one sick fucker, you know that, Meeks! You think I wouldn't find out?" Randy just gave Billy a blank look and raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about, you psycho," Randy said, his voice calm and even. That just seemed to anger Billy even more.
"Stop! Billy, stop!" Billy looked at me, his eyes full of anger. "You wanna know what I was told when I got home this morning? Hmm?" I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out, so Billy continued.
"Randy here was peeping on you a few nights ago. Isn't that right, Meeks? Looking up into my sister's room, watching her change, your tiny little dick in your hands!" He slammed Randy against the lockers again. I took a step back, shaking my head. Randy's eyes flicked over to mine, and I looked away.
"Don't try and deny it. Mrs. Harold told me she saw a boy in the backyard looking up into Y/N's room. That it looked like he was pleasuring himself. Then she told me that same boy came over last night and not long after Y/N was following him out to his car and never came home last night! I swear to God, Meeks, if I ever see..." I cut Billy off, "Stop. Billy...just...just stop!"
"I know it was you, Meeks. I know you've been watching her, stalking her. And I know you were in those woods that night. You're a sick, twisted freak, and I'm going to make sure everyone knows it." Billy's voice was low and menacing, his eyes blazing with anger.
Randy's expression didn't change, but I could see a flicker of fear in his eyes. He tried to push Billy away, but Billy's grip was too strong.
"Let me go, Loomis," Randy said, his voice firm but controlled.
Billy leaned in closer, his face inches from Randy's. "You're going to pay for what you did, Meeks. You're going to pay for hurting my sister."
I tried to intervene, grabbing Billy's arm and pulling him away from Randy. "Billy, stop! This isn't going to solve anything."
But Billy was beyond reason. He was consumed by his anger and his desire for revenge. He shook me off and turned back to Randy, his eyes blazing with fury.
"You're going to regret ever laying eyes on my sister," Billy spat, his voice venomous.
Randy's eyes flashed with anger, and for a moment, I thought he was going to lash out at Billy. But then, he seemed to regain control of himself, and his expression smoothed out into a calm, neutral mask.
"I didn't do anything to your sister, Loomis," Randy said, his voice even and controlled. "And I'm not afraid of you."
Billy's face twisted with rage, and he slammed Randy against the lockers again. I knew I had to do something to stop him before things got out of hand.
Billy's grip on Randy's shirt loosened slightly, and he turned to me, his eyes narrowing. "You're defending him?" he asked, his voice incredulous. "After everything I just told you, you're still standing up for him?"
I nodded, trying to reason with him. "Billy, I know Randy. He's not like that. He's kind and gentle, and he would never hurt me."
Billy's expression twisted in disgust. "You don't know him, Y/N. You don't know what he's capable of. And even if you did, you're still just a stupid little girl who thinks she can see the good in everyone."
I shrunk back and looked down. I heard Billy sigh, “Look, I'm sorry, but after the other night…it's a little weird don't you think?”
He's not wrong, It is a little weird. But Mrs. Harold is a mean, nosey, old lady. She was always spying on people and thinking she saw something that was never there. She was practically blind and deaf. “I mean…it's a little weird. But Billy, Randy wouldn't do that. He's not like that.”
Billy threw his hands in the air. “Jesus, fine, I'll find fucking proof that he's a fucking creep. Shit, yn, look at him, he looks like the kind that would do that.”
I shook my head, “He's not. And last night I was scared.” I took a deep breath and leaned a little closer so only he could hear me. “He called me last night.” Billy's face only got redder with anger.
“The hell do you mean he called again?”
“I mean, he called me last night.”
“What the fuck did he say?” Billy said, his voice full of anger.
I looked up at him, “He asked if I missed him. When I asked what he wanted from me…he…he said he wanted to play again.”
Billy turned and punched the lockers. “Fuck!” Everyone in the hall stopped and looked at him. He turned to Randy and pointed a finger at him, “If I find out this is you…You better fucking run and hide because I'll kill you!” Then he stormed off.
Sidney and Tatum walked up beside me, “Hey, is everything okay?” Sid asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, he's just pissed. Mrs. Harold told him something and he's blaming Randy.”
Randy came over and wrapped his arm around my waist. “Come on, we better get to film class.” I nodded and said goodbye to Tatum and Sidney.
“You know I would never do that, right? I'd never hurt you like that.”
I nodded my head, “Yeah, I know. Billy is just…Billy. At least I know he cares about my safety. That night when I got chased…It was… terrifying. It was literally like something out of a horror movie.”
“Damn. So he just chased you through the woods in a thunderstorm. You hide in a shed but he busts the window. That shit would be terrifying.
I stopped walking, “Wait, what? How…how did you know I hid in a shed and he broke through the glass? Billy doesn't even know that. Nobody besides me knows that.”
Randy swallowed hard and laughed it off. “Come on, it's literally what happens in every horror movie. The final girl hides in a shed or barn while being chased through the rain by a masked killer. I mean, it's kind of smart but not really ya know. It's like running upstairs while they're in your house. You get trapped and have nowhere to go. It's a smart idea at the time to get away and hide, but they always find you. There is no getting away. If you make it through the first movie there will be a second and a third. It'll become a trilogy or god forbid a franchise. He's always watching you.”
Was Billy right about Randy? Is he behind this? That's ridiculous though, Randy would never have the guts to do that.
“Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. You know how I get when it comes to movies.”
I nodded my head and we kept walking to our film class. Well, it's more of a club than a class.