Author's Note:

On a more stoner-like note... has anyone tried the new Scooby-Doo cereal?

No, I'm serious... its like Captain Crunch, Cinnamon Toast Crunch and Lucky Charms had a threesome in the Mystery Machine...

Okay... that was REALLY wrong... god, I've become a 60's version of Samantha, everything either has to do with sex or the Mystery Machine! WHAT HAVE I BECOME!!!

*Swallows some Prozac*

Okay... I'm cool now... back to the story, unfortunately I can't give it anti-psychotics... so you're just gonna have to put up with its insanity...

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The next morning Stu walked by the large television set that sat in the recreation lounge in the center of the campus' main building. The news blared on the TV as students passed by it, not even pausing to listen to the latest newsbreak.

"Last night the Windsor College massacre came to a bloody end in the drama department which is located in the building behind me." The reporter announced as she stood in front of the stone building as cops and paramedics flooded into its double doors.

Stu stopped in front of the television, waiting patiently to see who the killer was and whether or not Sidney had made it out alive.

"In hopes to get an interview with Sidney Prescott, one of the four survivors here today, this was her reply:" the reporter then cut to news footage that had been previously recorded.

"Sidney, can you tell us how it feels to be a hero?" a male reporter asked the disheveled Sidney Prescott.

"Talk to Cotton, he's the man you wanna interview, he's the hero." She answered with a slight nod towards Cotton Weary, she then walked out of the camera's view.

"Huh!" Stu muttered in shock as he gawked at the TV screen.

Maggie made her way down the stairs, she walked down the hallway depressingly when she saw the lanky figured in front of the television, slowly she moved towards it.

"Come on Cotton, tell us something!" the male reporter urged the man in front of the camera.

"Well, uh I'll tell ya one thing." Cotton began. "It'll make a hell of a movie!"

Stu shook his head as he watched the commotion in disdain.

"The killers names have yet to be released, all we know is one is supposedly a student here and the other is this woman who is said to have impersonated a local anchorwoman..." the female reporter explained as the picture of Debbie Salt flashed on the screen, Stu immediately recognized who it was.

"Mrs. Loomis?" he questioned out loud, not noticing the brunette who now stood behind him. "Whoa!" he exclaimed, jumping up and down, clapping his hands in an almost childish manner of praise.

"Who's that?" Maggie asked him suddenly, Stu quickly turned around.

"Not me." He answered bluntly in relief before turning his attention back to the TV.

"The two other survivors who were wounded in the struggle are Gale Weathers, the author of The Woodsboro Murders, and Dwight Riley, a retired cop from the town of Woodsboro..."

"What the hell? Deputy Dewey!?!" Stu said in shock. "Whoa, what does he have, nine lives?"

"Who's Dewey?" Maggie asked as she watched the screen enthralled.

"He's my dead girlfriend's brother." Stu stated plainly, he then walked away from her and the TV.

Maggie stood in the same spot for a moment, trying to understand what he had just said.

"Your dead girlfriend from Woodsboro?" Maggie questioned as she followed behind him.

"Yep." He answered with distraction.

"And let me guess, you killed her?" Maggie added.

"As a matter of fact..." he began.

"Why?" she interrupted in anger and curiosity.

"There's always some bullshit reason to kill your girlfriend." Stu commented, glancing at Maggie who only glared back speechlessly.

"You enjoy messing with me, don't you?" she asked back.

"Only when you're willing to be messed with." He answered, Maggie sighed in frustration.

"Look." She told him. "A lot has been going on and I think it would be best if-" she started to say.

"If what?" he inquired.

"With your background I know what you're capable of and I personally don't need someone like you against me at a time like this." Maggie noted.

"Are those accusations I hear coming from you?" Stu asked smartly as he turned around to face her.

"I don't want to fight." She finished.

"Then I expect an apology." He replied.

"Fine, I'm sorry." She apologized plainly.

"Not here, not like that." He dismissed.

"Then where, how?" Maggie wondered.

"I don't know, surprise me." He answered, walking away slowly, leaving her to her thoughts.

Maggie watched him as he left, quickly she noticed how he eyed a preppy girl in a short skirt that passed him, one of Lori's followers no doubt, it was then that she had a stroke of genius.

"Fine then, I will." Maggie mumbled to herself confidently as she walked away.

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"Why exactly are they having this party again?" Stu asked Cassie as they walked through the crowded sorority.

"You know these guys, they'll party at the drop of a hat." Cassie replied sarcastically.

"Seriously." Stu pursued.

"Seriously, I think its something like a slash between the kid in film class' death and the whole Windsor College thing coming to an end... but honestly, god only knows!" she concluded.

"Oh." He sighed. "Hey, where's Maggie?"

"Last I saw her she was still trying to find something to wear back in our room." Cassie told him.

"She doesn't seem like the type who's preoccupied with fashion." Stu commented.

"I know, but personally I think its one of her good points." She said with a smile.

"Well, well, well." They heard from behind them, both Cassie and Stu turned around at the same time to see Lori standing behind them wearing a smirk on her face. "I see you don't waste any time." Lori said as she looked at Stu, her glance then moved to Cassie. "Either of you." She finished while looking them over demeaningly.

"What?" Cassie questioned innocently and confused at the same time.

"Well I mean I expect this much from him, but you?" Lori said to Cassie. "Come on Cass, Devon hasn't been in the ground a week and already you're back in the game?" she added cruelly with a chuckle.

Both Stu and Cassie glared at the blonde with hatred as she strutted past them, the same wise smirk still stretched across her face.

"Ya know, she almost makes me sorry I'm attracted to her type." Stu muttered as he watched Lori leave.

"Almost?" Cassie asked doubtfully.

"What can I say, it's a weakness." Stu disclosed.

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Lori walked towards the entrance of the sorority house, she then stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of who was entering the room.

"Wow, I didn't know it was Halloween!" the blonde remarked as she stared rudely at the brunette who came towards her.

"Neither did I." Maggie answered smartly as she walked up to her, Lori only rolled her eyes and marched away.

"This is boring, I'm gonna get something to drink!" Cassie announced while walking away from Stu.

Maggie made her way into the main room of the house, pretty much everyone in the room began to stare at her, including Stu.

"What the?" Stu muttered in shock as he looked Maggie over.

She stood in front of him now, her black clothing now traded for garments of a brighter color. Her long brunette hair was curled tightly and her eyes were no longer lined in black but instead much lighter eye shadow, her blue jean skirt fell just to her knees instead of the usual black one that draped to her ankles. She wore a light blue shirt that actually fit her figure rather than the oversized black t-shirts that hung on her, even her boots had been swapped for sandals.

"Surprised?" she asked him smartly, all Stu could do was stare at her in awe.

His eyes trailed from her light pink lips to the tan ropes of her healed sandals.

"You, uh, forgot about the nail polish..." he managed to say through his astonishment.

Maggie glanced down at her toes, they were painted black, she hadn't even noticed them while putting on the sandals in her dorm.

"Don't be a smart-ass!" she scoffed, Stu only smiled evilly. "Let's talk." She said finally, gesturing towards the stairs.

"Let's." Stu uttered eagerly.