The song for this chapter is Kongos - I Want To Know

I looked away from the box as my back hit the wall. No, this wasn't happening. I rubbed my hands over my eyes. This had to be a dream because we survived the killings. It couldn't happen again. Could it?

My eyes focused on the bloody lips on the floor. Stavo's lips. They were his, weren't they?

My dad bursted into my room with a gun. "Brooke, what's wrong?" He caught sight of the gift on the floor. "Oh my Lord."

Tears pricked my eyes, but I blinked them away.

My dad set the gun down and rushed to my side. "Honey, are you alright?"

"Yeah..."

"I'm going to call Sheriff Acosta." He headed for the door.

Panic clawed its way out of me. "No!"

The Sheriff couldn't find out his son was dead, not like this. But what way would be better? 'Hey, your son is dead and his lips are on my floor. Send help.'.

"Brooke?"

I scrambled for my phone. "Just give me a minute."

I scrolled through my texts. Hake said he'd cut off Stavo's lips as a warning, but I thought he was just being jealous. Jake was a lot of things, but he wasn't a psycho killer. My mind went through our conversations and his nonexistence existence since our fight. I hadn't seen him once, no one has.

Worry ebbed in me.

"Brooke, I'm calling the police!"

I whipped around. "Daddy, just give me a second!" I called Stavo's phone, but it went straight to voicemail, so I sent him a quick text.

Me: Something freaky happened. Please let me know if you're okay! - Brooke

"What are you doing on your phone? Are you texting Jake? We don't have time for this."

Unknown: Did you like my present?

Me: Who the hell is this?!

Unknown: I'm the one who's going to lift the mask.

The mask? The Brandon James mask? Someone was really doing this again?

"Get dressed, sweetheart." He picked up the lips with a tissue and put them back into the box. "We're going to the precinct.

My dad shoved open the door with a strong grip on my arm. "Don't be scared, Brooke."

Easier said than done.

One of my friends was dead. I didn't know where the hell Jake was. And apparently there was a new killer in town.

My eyes went to the tall ceiling, the very spot that Riley died and my heart broke all over again.

Since we left the house I've been glued to my phone, hopeful that Stavo or Jake would text me back. I debated whether or not to send a group text out about a new killer, but what if it was just a really good prank? But those lips were so real and that blood wasn't fake.

A cold sweat broke out on my skin.

This couldn't be happening again.

"Is Sheriff Acosta in his office?" My dad asked the receptionist.

My head spun. This wasn't happening. I didn't really even like Stavo, but I didn't want him dead. I didn't want anyone dead.

My phone dinged. My heart jumped into my throat.

Unknown: The Sheriff can't stop what's coming. See you soon, Brooke.

My phone all of a sudden felt too heavy to hold, it slid to the floor.

"Brooke?" My dad looked back at me.

Air didn't want to fill my lungs.

"Get her some water." My dad insisted.

I gasped in and out, trying to calm myself down, but it didn't work.

"Get the Sheriff!"

What felt like hours later the Sheriff stood in front of us with a worried brow.

"Mayor, Brooke. What happened?"

Someone handed me a styrofoam cup of water, but it shook in my hand. My eyes slid to the bag my dad carried with the box in it.

"Miguel, this was left in Brooke's room. She found it this morning."

Sheriff Acosta opened the box with curious eyes, then let it drop to his side. His hand rubbed at his temple. "Come into my office."

My dad helped me up. We walked to the office, but I didn't feel as if I was walking. I feltl ike I was floating.

"What happened?" Sheriff Acosta asked once he closed his door.

"I don't know." My chin wobbled. "I woke up and my window was open. I got a text from an unknown number it said I had a present.. I just assumed it was from Jake. We've been so rocky the last few days I thought he was trying to make it up to me."

He sat on his desk. "Alright. Do you want to file a report?"

"Are you kidding me? Of course we're filing a report. Someone came into my house and put that on my daughter's desk."

My eyes slid to my dad out of the corner of my eye. I never told him that the box was on my desk, it was on the floor by my bed when he came into my room. My dad had his shady moments, but he couldn't be involved in this, could he?

"Brooke," Sheriff Acosta pointed at me. "This is your decision."

I nodded.

There wasn't a choice. Or maybe there was. For a second, let's say I don't filed the report and someone else dies. What if we ban together this time? What if we actually fought instead of running? What if we were a team? But what if I file the report and they actually caught this guy before anyone else could die?

"Sweetheart, you can do this." My dad urged.

I looked down at my phone with a huff, then nodded. "Do it."

After we filed the report my dad asked me to sit outside the office while they talked privately. When the Sheriff asked if I had an idea of who's lips they were I froze up. I couldn't say it. Stavo was dead and I couldn't tell him. He didn't deserve to find out from a lab that his son was dead.

I rose from the bench with the courage to deliver the news. I blew out a heavy breath. I could do this.

"Brooke?"

My eyes saw him walk a few paces toward me, but my mind didn't believe it.

"You're here." I muttered. "You're alive."

Stavo closed the distance between us. "You're shaking. Are you okay?"

My eyes fell on his lips, which was very much intact. I couldn't stop my hand from touching them.

He stilled. "Uh, is there something on my face?"

"Just your lips." I grinned out of relief.

He stepped out of my touch. "Brooke, are you feeling okay?"

Wow. I was now the creepy one.

I pointed back to his dad's office.

"I-uh..." I sat down on the bench.

He sat down next to me.

"Ever since Piper died people have been harassing us; the Lakewood Six. Really it's just a bunch of pranks, but someone isn't joking around anymore." I gave him my phone with the messages from the killer on display.

He looked at me with a furrowed brow. "I don't understand."

I showed him Jake's messages.

"I thought Jake was just being Jake."

He shook his head. "I still don't understand."

My body turned to his. "Someone came into my room while I was asleep and put a box of lips on my desk. I just assumed it was yours." My eyes went to his mouth again, then back up to his brown eyes. "And you didn't answer your phone." My eyes fell to my lap. "I know we're not friends really, but it would suck if I have to go to your funeral." I looked up at him.

He looked at me with a calm gaze, considerably less creepy than last night.

This kiss popped into my head. I didn't want it to happen then, but I still felt it.

"That may be the nicest thing you've said to me." He wore a lazy grin.

It looked good on him.

"Well, I like my creeps alive."

He laughed. "Well, I'll try to be less creepy from now on."

A grin played on my lips.

We stared at each other in silence, an awkward tension filled the air.

He froze. "Did you tell my dad that those were my lips?"

"No. I couldn't." I cleared my throat. "This wouldn't have happened if you answered me back." I playfully smacked his chest.

"Sorry, I turned my phone off. I had something to take care of and I didn't want any interruptions. Didn't mean to worry you."

Kind of weird, but I guess he was entitled to his privacy.

I let out a sigh. "Now, I have to tell my friends that there's another killer on the loose." I gave a wry smile. "That should go over great."

He leaned forward on his knees, then looked at me. "Do you have any leads? How well do you really know your friends?"

I gave him raised brow. "Seriously? You're questioning the Lakewood Six? I would've thought you'd be excited about all this sense you're our biggest fanboy." I crossed my legs and turned my head away from him.

"Are you telling me that after Piper weaseled her way into Emma's life you're not the least bit suspicious or paranoid?"

"I don't like you, do I?" I cut my eye at him. "Maybe you're the killer."

He rose to his feet, his dark eyes looked down on me. "Maybe, but ask yourself how the killer knew what Jake said to you."

The thought had replayed in my mind over and over. I just didn't have the answer for that particular theory.

"Are you saying that Jake is the killer?"

He shrugged. "We can't put it past anyone, can we?"

Great. Now he was back to creeping me out.

He glanced at his dad's office, then sighed. "I'm out of here. Tell my dad I'm going back home." He started for the door.

I shot up. "Wait," I went after him.

He looked at me with curious brown eyes.

"Maybe you shouldn't be alone. If this really isn't another prank then someone was murdered," I whispered so only he could hear. "And that means the killer wants you dead. They want all of us dead. Sticking together seems smart, right?"

"And here I thought you just wanted to hang out with me."

I made a face. "Not really."

"Whatever you got to tell yourself."

We pushed through the exit.

My eyes rolled.

The ride to his house was extremely awkward, but I got through it by burying my face into my phone. Stavo didn't ask anymore questions or make any comments, which I was grateful for. It was almost nine am so no one was awake on a Saturday.

"So why were you going to the station?"

I locked my phone after the failed attempts to get my friends up.

"My dad's overprotective. He just wants to keep an eye on me, but that's been kicked into overdrive since we moved here. I guess he has a reason to be worried now." He turned a corner, his bicep stretched his sleeve tight over his arm. Jake didn't have arms like that.

"So you have to be there whenever you're not at school? That's kind of dramatic."

"Yeah, well, I got into some trouble back in Phoenix. We have an agreement that if I stay out of trouble he'll still pay for my college tuition. Without it I'm screwed."

My eyes focused on his lips as his talked. Now that there were normal words coming out of it i didn't see how I hadn't noticed how kissable they were before. Well, sexy can be masked by creepy any day.

"What kind of trouble?"

He glanced at me, then drove up his driveway. "The kind that could've ended in a long rep sheet if my dad wasn't on the force." He got out of the car.

I followed him into his house. It was nice, not as nice as mine, but still nice. It didn't scream 'I'm the creepy new guy' but it screamed 'not everything is as it seems'

If I were being totally honest I was a little paranoid of anybody I didn't know. Stavo just happened to fit the new creepy kid bill, but that didn't mean he was a bad guy or the killer. The idea was kind of laughable.

"You hungry? I can make you some breakfast." He lead me to the kitchen.

I sat down at the island. "You know how to cook?"

He gave me a smirk. "I'm latino. Of course I know how to cook."

I let out a breathy laugh. " Okay, do your worst." I challenged.

He put a bowl of water in the microwave, then turned back to me, his elbows leaned on the island. "So why you?"

My brow rose. "Huh?"

"Why is this new killer targeting you first? Who have you pissed off lately?"

I shrugged. "I don't know."

"You're going to have to do better than I don't know if you want to figure this out."

Our eyes locked. "Everyone loves me, I don't have any enemies."

He made a face. "Obviously not. Someone wants to play this sick game with you and they're getting off on it. Who fits that description?"

"Besides you or Noah...everyone obsessed with us." I layed my head on the counter. "Why is this happening again?"

The microwave beeped. I heard him moving around the kitchen, but I didn't know what he was doing.

"Bon apetit." He sat the bowl in front of me.

I looked up to see a bowl of instant oatmeal. Despite my current worried state, I laughed. "Gee, this looks delicious."

He grinned. "Thank you."

With the smile still on my face, I asked him, "Do you always cook girls you bring home quality meals like this?"

"Only when I'm trying to impress them." He stared at me in that unwavering way of his.

I was certain there was a blush on my face.

"I'm sorry you had to move here because of us." I admitted. "I know we've all been giving you a hard time. Don't get me wrong, you're still a creep, but I can kind of understand why you want to understand why you're entire life was uprooted because of us."

He nodded. "Thank you."

"With that said, you don't have to be this loner guy. It doesn't help the creepy. Make some friends. Join the anime club or something."

One side of his mouth raised. "I figure if I stay to myself than I won't get into any trouble. Going to Art school is really really important to me, I don't want to do anything to mess that up."

I could understand that. He wasn't a bad guy afterall. Just really misunderstood.

I ate a spoonful of the oatmeal.

"Besides, I like to keep to myself nowadays. Gives me more time to focus on my art."

"Can I see some? You're always drawing on your tablet or whatever."

He gave a small laugh. "Yeah, I'll be right back."

While he was gone I finished up the rest of my oatmeal as I went through my phone. Five minutes had gone by. Maybe he was just really meticulous and wanted to show me his best work. I sent out another group message.

Me: Will you lazy asses answer your damn phones! S.O.S.

My fingers tapped on the counter as I waited another five minutes.

"Stavo?" I called out as I swiveled in my chair.

Silence filled the house.

I let out a sigh. "If you're trying to scare me it won't work."

More silence.

With a roll of my eyes I jumped off the seat and walked down the hall. I wasn't sure which room was his, but it had to be upstairs.

"Hello?"

If he was playing a joke I'd kick him in the nads.

"This isn't funny, you creep."

I reached the top of the stairs and decided to go left. The first door was an empty bathroom. I saw some brown wall art and figured Stavo couldn't be far from art. The door across from it was ajar.

"Stavo, really?"

The desk lamps were on, but there was no one in here.

I blew out a sigh. Dick.

The lights flickered until they shut off.

"Stavo!"

His wall art caught my attention. They were so detailed. So professional. I walked over to his desk and picked up the sketches. These were random. Flies, pigs, a hand holding a scalpel, and girl with her head tilted back. Even though they were creepy they were still nice.

I heard a creak from down the hall. "Stavo, I'm in your room."

A box on his desk caught my attention. I peered inside it. Fear froze me in place. A Brandon James mask. What was he doing with a Brandon James mask?

The door eased open. Stavo stood in the doorway. "I didn't want you to find that yet." He walked into his room and shut the door behind him.

Panic filled me. My breathing became labored as I stared at him with wide eyes.

A/N: Thanks for reading yall! Please please please leave a comment or review and let me know what you think or if you want to talk about the show :)