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Author's note: JESUS CHRIST I'M WRITING THIS AGAIN? Yes, apparently I am. This story stopped like…4 years ago or something. But due to people discovering it and the fact I've been inspired by the less than inspiring Scre4m I've started writing it again.

I still state that Billy and Stu are the reason the original Scream will never ever be topped by any crappy sequel. And Billy is one of the sexiest mofo's to ever lick corn syrup off his fingers.

So here we go, the continuation of my one and only Screamfic years later. If you like it, please review and let me know. I'm happy to see that people were discovering this and liking it. If you read it, please review and I'll keep adding…faster than every 4 years.

Chapter 5

When I got to school I was on edge, I couldn't help it. Having my bag back with me helped, just like a security blanket. I held it tightly to my side as I walked down the hallway, waiting for someone to jump out and point at me and say "You killed a guy last night! You helped a murderer! You're a psychotic nut job who fucked another psychotic nut job!" I stopped at my locker and tried not to throw up.

I couldn't let Billy down like this, and I couldn't act guilty or different with the knowledge I had. I had to hold it together because god knew Billy had more to hide than I did and he was pulling it off. With trembling fingers I spun the dial combination on my locker, screwing up the series of numbers three times before I got it right. The locker finally opened and I pulled out my books for the morning classes. I glanced at the inside of the door and stared for a moment at the "Silence of the Lambs" poster that was taped there along with the Nightmare on Elm Street one. I took a bit of strength from the familiar eyes of Hannibal Lecter. I could do this. I could be calm and collected just like the good doctor, right? I took a deep breath and closed the door.

I headed down the hallway to my first class of the morning which was history. I was good with history.

History was one of those classes I was able to zone out in, doodle, even sleep and still make straight A's. I was glad for this fact this morning. My brain was everywhere it shouldn't be and I couldn't concentrate on anything.

I walked towards the classroom and as luck would have it I made my way past Stu and Tatum as well as Randy. Stu was his usual spastic self, and he was avidly groping his buxom girlfriend. Randy on the other hand glanced over at me and quirked his head like a curious beagle. "Hey Gretchen, what's up?" He called over.

Fuck, I didn't want to talk to anyone. But I couldn't just not say anything...that would seem weirder wouldn't it? I wandered over with the excuse of not talking because I would be late for class on my lips. "Hey Randy, I've got to get to history."

"Yeah I'm heading that way. French, oui oui." He was still looking at me funny. "I'll walk ya."

Stu immediately piped up. "Uh oh, Sidney's gonna get pissed when she finds out you're stealing her man Gretchen." He laughed hysterically.

I froze without thinking, then realized he was busting Randy's balls again, as was his seeming goal in life. Randy gave him a withering glare and we both headed off towards our respective classrooms.

"You okay Gretch? You look...freaked." Randy asked me.

"I'm fine Randy. Just tired." I wasn't lying. The adrenaline was out of my system. Everything was so surreal it might have been a dream for all I knew at this point. Surreal...maybe I did dream it. Maybe Billy Loomis wasn't the mad, bad, angel of death that I thought him to be and he was simply a gorgeous high school senior who had a girlfriend cursed with bad luck. Maybe I was losing my mind and the entirety of last night had been one oddly not bad dream.

Then how had I got my bag back? Maybe that whole scenario with Scott had been my imagination too. Maybe I was working too hard. Maybe I was really losing my mind.

"You look a little pale." Randy gave me another funny look.

"Thanks mom." I replied.

"Hey, I'm just the concerned friend here is all." Randy stopped in front of his classroom door that had been covered in photos of flags from different countries. I found that amusing since they only offered Spanish and French.

"Don't worry about me Randy, I'm fine." I told him with a tiny, forced smile.

"Okay, well…don't forget we've got inventory tomorrow night." He reminded me. "It's going to take a while so I'll supply the pizza if you bring the caffeine."

I sighed heavily. Every month the store had us do inventory on a Friday night after close. It was usually 4 or 5 am by the time we were done thanks to the mess the place was left in by the Friday crowd. Usually Randy and I were the two lucky tapebitches that were chosen for the task because we were the best employees. So we'd take two or three movies and put them on for background noise and work through the night. It was actually fun, but right then being trapped all night with Randy wasn't my choice of a good time. I needed to be away from people, I needed to figure out what was going on in my head.

Randy ducked behind the flag door and I slipped into the back row of Mr. Walsh's history class and into my usual seat. I wasn't even listening to Mr. Walsh's nasal droning. My eyes fell on the open seat that Scott had sat at towards the middle of the room, the now empty seat. I swallowed hard began to fidget with my notebook and my pen. The class seemed to drag on forever and when the bell did ring I nearly jumped out of my seat and onto the desk.

My next class was biology, and I was half dreading it. Billy was in that class along with Tatum. I gathered up my stuff and realized I had no idea what Mr. Walsh had assigned us, if anything. Shaking my head I decided I'd figure it out later. Truthfully I didn't care.

The biology room at Westboro always managed to smell like formaldehyde and old wood and floor wax. I think every science class room carried that smell, like it was a requirement. For once I was fast and got into the room before most of the students had. Tatum came strolling in not too long afterward wearing a micro mini that she may as well have left off for as much as it covered of her legs. She sat next to her lab partner Taylor, another blonde who between the two of them I think could have made an entire human brain…maybe.

When Tatum glanced in my direction I felt the sudden urge to crawl under the desk. I couldn't meet her eyes. Guilt flooded me and I didn't like the feeling. Hell, maybe I didn't have anything to even feel guilty about. I was still clinging to the thought that it was all some really detailed dream.

And that's when Billy walked in. He didn't glance my way, he didn't acknowledge me. He said something to Tatum and took his seat with that easy grace he had. What had I expected? What had I thought he'd do? I don't know what had been in my head, but I knew my disappointment was idiotic. I took a deep breath and as the bell rang for the start of class I pulled out my text book.

It was half way through the lecture about DNA when one of the secretaries from the office came in looking grave and slightly teary eyed. She whispered something to Mr. Roberts, and then walked out of the room. Mr. Roberts looked a bit paler as he told us all the Principal would be making an announcement over the PA in a few moments.

I felt a chill go up my spine at this, and I sat up straighter in my chair. When the dinging sound that heralded a PA came on everyone's heads turned to look at the speaker like it was going to morph into some sort of giant OZ head. I stared hard at my desktop my fingers curled into fists so tight the knuckles were white.

Principal Himbry's voice came over the air, grave and sympathetic. He managed to creep me out no matter what. And that was, obviously, saying something.

"My students, we are one again dealt a tragic blow today with some terrible news."

I couldn't help it, I turned into one of the lemmings as I looked up at the speaker, waiting for Himbry to share what this terrible news was.

"Scott Daniels, Franklin Jones, and Martin Tressler were found dead this morning in an apparent house fire. We will of course as a school come together in this time of need for their families and friends. And I as your principal will be here for all of you."

As soon as Scott's name was read I felt it happen. I looked away from the speaker and found my eyes locked with those of Billy Loomis. Everyone else in the room was transfixed on the shocking news of yet more students being dead, sadness on their faces. Billy smiled at me and I wasn't dreaming.