Maggie entered Stu's dorm room as he followed close behind, shutting and locking the door after them.
"This is getting a little too close for comfort." she alerted him with worry as she sat down on his bed.
"I know what you mean, if he would have gotten my finger prints they easily could have found out who I am." Stu agreed, walking over to his bed where she sat.
"And what was with you and those scissors?" she questioned him curiously, looking him over suspiciously.
"What do you mean?" he wondered in a lost tone.
"You said you held them, why were holding them?" she narrowed her gaze on him.
"I was making you a Valentine's Day card, hunny..." he replied sarcastically, she only rolled her eyes at him.
"I'm being serious..." she told him.
"I used them to cut something! Why?" he asked back defensively.
"Used them to cut something?" she questioned smartly with little respect or belief towards his innocence.
"What's your problem, huh?" Stu asked her sharply, now becoming agitated by her tone.
"Its just that everyone around us seems to be getting gutted by a serial killer all of a sudden... sounds a bit familiar, doesn't it?" she then questioned in suspicion, looking him over closely.
"What is it you're trying to say exactly?" he wondered ominously, walking closer to her as he spoke.
"Well with Woodsboro and what happened last year I'm starting to have my doubts about your innocence..." Maggie told him, standing her ground for once rather then cowering as he towered over her.
"I see..." he stared at her darkly, nodding at her words. "So I'm the leading suspect here... let me just remind you that I wasn't exactly the killer at NYU if memory serves..."
"Yeah well if I remember correctly Josh and Megan didn't exactly die of natural causes..." she snapped back harshly, showing little fear to his icy stare. "Or would you classify their deaths as accidental?" she added smartly.
Stu remained silent as he slowly bent down, leaning over her sitting figure as he stared at her, a mixture of lust and loathing shinning in his dark teal eyes.
"Ya know you really like to play the victim..." he said in almost a whisper, bringing his lips close to hers, Maggie swallowed hard in response to his closeness. "You like to be all sweet and innocent when it comes time to point fingers, but the truth is you're just like me when all is said and done." He finished his sentence by brushing his lips against hers in an attempt satisfy his lust for her.
Maggie pulled away from him as much as she could, which only sent her falling backwards onto the mattress beneath him, Stu smiled slightly at the position she was now in.
"I like you on your back." He whispered in her ear as his hands grasped her wrists, sliding them up the mattress, above her head.
"Is this how Tatum liked it?" she asked coldly, all emotion gone from her voice as she frigidly laid under him.
He leaned up slightly, still holding her wrists to the bed as he looked her in the eyes, the look he sent her was all the warning she needed to remain quiet. Maggie whimpered in pain as he tightened his grip on her wrists, he then angrily let go of her yet remained in the same position above her.
"Ya think you're so fucking smart, don't ya?" he asked in frustration, he then glanced over her figure dismissively. "A saint... a little martyr... well let me tell ya something sweetheart, martyrs don't kill cheerleaders and football players for fun!" her eyes watered slightly at his remark, she then reached up and forcefully pushed him off of her.
Stu fell to the side, now sitting next to her on the bed as she quickly sat upright.
"I'm nothing like you!" she insisted, hurt in her voice yet the hatred for him remained as strong as ever.
Stu laughed quietly at her response, shaking his head at her slightly.
"Sure ya are..." he snorted finally, a calmness to his voice that was almost awkward to the brunette beside him's ears. "We're two of a kind... remember?" he added playfully, Maggie turned towards him as she glared in his direction with confusion.
"Your crazy ass is going to end up in St. Quinton..." she muttered under her breath, this drew another psychotic laugh from him.
"Yeah... I'm gonna get the electric chair, right?" he said almost jokingly.
"Gas chamber..." she muttered back.
"What?" he asked in a lost tone.
"They use a gas chamber in California... that's where you'll be sent, back to Cali..." she alerted him, sending another heated glare his way.
"Well that sounds like fun... ready to flip the switch so soon sweetie?" he remarked, she only continued to glare at him. "How bout ya flip my switch one last time before they take me away?" he mocked as he slowly ran his hand up her thigh.
Maggie sighed sadly at his comments before she stood up from the bed, causing him to unwillingly release her leg.
"Now where ya going?" he asked with amusement, standing up from the bed as well.
"Away from you!" she barked, walking towards the door to his room.
He quickly ran over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, using all his strength to keep her in one spot.
"Let go!" she demanded as she struggled to pry his hands away from her waist, but he was to strong.
"I thought we were gonna play executioner, huh?" he murmured deeply in her ear.
Maggie cringed at the feeling of his tongue entering her ear, causing her to squirm against him in attempt to free herself.
"God, you're such a freak!" she cried loudly in dismay, but he still refused to release her. "It's gotten to where I despise every time you touch me!" she confessed, now slapping at his hands as hard as she could.
"Oh don't lie..." he scoffed, finding humor in her efforts to fight him off. "You know you love it when touch you..." he then began to whisper in her ear lustfully. "Especially when I touch you just right." His left hand then began to slide down her waist to between her thighs.
"Don't!" she shrieked once she felt his hand move downward, Maggie forcefully thrust her elbow into his stomach.
Stu released his grip on her as a muffled cough escaped his lips, she took a few steps away from him as he held his stomach in pain.
"Bitch!" he choked out as he glared up at her menacingly.
Maggie quickly placed her hand on the doorknob behind her as she watched him closely while he heaved for air before her. Stu leaned back to where he was standing upright again, his feelings of desire for her now replaced with hate.
"You're the one that's going to be a bitch..." she retorted, her hand now turning the doorknob behind her, but it wouldn't open the door for some reason. "Which is it going to be Stuart?" she taunted him as her fingers frantically fumbled with the lock behind her. "Death row or twenty five to life?"
He narrowed his glance on her as he walked closer to where she stood, her back pressed against the closed door. He silently watched the way her lips trembled with each sharp breath she took, it wasn't difficult to see that she was terrified.
"Well I hope you like spending time in woman's correctional facilities, 'cause you're going right along with me baby!" he cooed cruelly as he closed the gap between them.
"I hope you like getting raped by Mad Dog and his friends everyday till you rot in your cell!" she spat meanly, the lock on the door now unbolted.
"You never know when to shut up, do you?" he sneered back, silently plotting out what he wanted to do to her at this moment.
"You know skinny little perverts like you make good bitches in prison... I'm sure Billy would have!" she quickly snapped before twisting the doorknob as hard as she could.
Stu lunged at her just as she stepped backwards, out of the now open doorway into the somewhat crowded hall.
"No good bitch!" he shouted at her venomously as she quickly walked away from his dorm.
Maggie raised her hand in the air behind her as she walked away, giving him her middle finger. Stu slammed his fist into the wooden doorframe while he struggled to control his seething rage as the guy across the hall stared at him as if he were in a soap opera.
"What the fuck are you looking at!" Stu spat at his neighbor before turning and walking back into his room, the guy across the hall fearfully darted into his room as well.