Own Character based off: Bethany Joy Lenz
(One Tree Hill)
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own, Scream. It all belongs to the wonderful, Wes Craven, may him R.I.P. The only person I own is my OC, Tiffany Riley.
Chapter One: Lights, Camera, Interrogation
Groaning, I rolled to the right side to shut my alarm off. It was six o'clock on a Wednesday morning. Meaning I had to go to school. I didn't want to get out of bed. I'm not complaining with the night I had with my boyfriend, I just didn't want to go to school.
Stretching out my limbs though, I sit up and get out of bed to get ready for the day. I look to the sleeping form of my boyfriend. By the way he was though, with a pillow over his head, he was waking up slowly. I shook my head at him, but still walked over and whispered in his ear.
"Come on, time to get ready." I kissed his shoulder.
My parents were away on a business trip for the week and wouldn't be back till the following, Monday. They told me that, he could stay for the week if he slept in the guest bedroom. How gullible, do they think we were not going to sleep in the same room.
After washing up in the bathroom, I walked to my bedroom and grabbed my comb that was sitting on my desk. Curling out the bed head of my medium brown-reddish wavy hair, I sat down in my chair and decided to put on light mascara on my lashes. Just that though, I'm not into make-up as much.
I look over to my bed, he was still sleeping, and it was already fifteen minutes after six AM. I'll give him until I get dressed to wake him up.
Satisfied with my make-up though, I walk over to my dresser and pull out a pair of blue jeans and a black belt. Slipping those on, I walk over to my small walk-in closet. Looking around I notice my favorite green blue flannel shirt, that my boyfriend got me for my birthday over the summer. Along with that, I unhooked a black V-neck undershirt.
Sighing, I grab my two-pocket green backpack and threw it around one shoulder, after putting my books and homework in it. I walk over to my bed and gently take the pillow off his head and start rubbing his bare back.
"Hey, come on. You know a certain someone is going to be here soon and if you're not ready by the time she gets here, you know she is going to leave your ass." I tell him.
He groans and rolls on his back.
"Fine, I'm up."
"Good, I'll make toast."
With that, I rushed down the stairs into the kitchen, I see that it was a quarter till seven. Putting two slices of bread in the toaster, I pulled out the jar of peanut butter and a knife. The toast pops out of the toaster, and I spread some peanut butter on them. I repeat the process again with two more. While I wait for that bread again, I put on a pot of coffee.
I grab two mugs to pour coffee in them. As I sat down to eat my toast, there was a knock at my door. Taking a quick sip of my coffee, I get up to answer it. Looking through the peep hole, I notice it was my cousin knocking on the door. Smiling, I pull it open.
"Hey Tatum, come in." I open the door for her to come in.
"Hey Cous, how's it going?"
"Nothing, just eating my breakfast."
"Where's Stu, did you guys have fun last night?" She asks me teasingly.
"Ugh, shut-up." I felt my face heating up.
"Okay, you need to give me details later."
"As if." I roll my eyes.
"Aw, come on. Do me this favor?"
"What, by telling you every glory detail of what my boyfriend and I did last night?"
"Yes. We both know Sidney would tell me." She pouts.
"Well, that's you and Sid, I like to keep my love life private, thank you." I tell her, finishing my breakfast.
"Well, good morning sleepy head."
I look over to the stairs seeing, Stu, making his way down, fully dressed in his favorite everyday outfit and backpack slung over his shoulder. He nods at Tatum and walks over to me. We give each other a quick kiss, as he sits down eating the toast, I made him.
"Have fun last night, Stu?" Tatum asks.
"Hell yeah, I did. Didn't we, babe?"
I give him a; don't you dare look, and he puts his hands up in surrender.
"Sorry, T."
"Aw, come on. You guys are no fun."
I roll my eyes at her as I turn on the television we had in the kitchen. I immediately read the headline on the news channel, from where it was left on, from whoever watched the television last. It read: 'Two Woodsboro High School students killed.'
"Holy shit." Tatum whispers.
I'm standing there shocked. I felt a hand go around my waist, I get startled by the touch. Soon relax and lean into the person, since I already knew who it was.
"Turn it up." Tatum says.
Stu picks up the remote and turns the volume up. The news reporter continues talking.
"This information just came in. The victims' names of last night's killings are, Casey Becker and Steve Orth,"
I gasp and I hear Tatum gasp as well. Stu squeezes my hand a little. Him and Casey dated before he started to date me, but she left him for Steve. Can't imagine how he's feeling right now.
"Sources also say, that the parents of, Casey Becker, found her body and the police found Steve's body in the backyard as well. As for now, all the residents at Woodsboro High are being interrogated. Even the students."
Just then the television goes black. I feel hands go on my shoulders, slowly turning me around. I look up at Stu, who had mix emotions of concern and sadness in his eyes. I was still reeling the information in of our two classmates. I sigh before speaking.
"Are you okay?" Stu asks me.
"I should be asking you that."
"I'm fine. You know, we didn't date that long."
"I know. I'm fine too."
"Well, that sucks."
Stu steps to my side and looks at Tatum who looked shocked as well.
"That's all you have to say, Tate?" I ask her.
None of us were at all close to them, but she could be a little more respectful to them. Considering that they were murdered last night. Hell, only God can imagine what they went through.
"What, I'm just saying. It sucks of how they died is all." She shrugs.
I looked down at my watch, it was reading seven o'clock, I sighed.
"It's getting late, we should get going." I spoke.
"I wonder how school is going to be today?" Tatum asks.
Stu drinks the rest of his milk and puts it in the sink before we head out the door. I put my key in the door, locking the house up. Tatum unlocks her red 1967, Volkswagen. She hops in the driver side; I hop in the back to let Stu have the front with his long legs.
We arrive at the school, within fifteen minutes to spare before the bell rings. When we were pulling up however, it looked something straight out of a movie. News vans were taking every part of the front lot they could manage. We found a decent parking spot in the students parking lot; we grabbed our bags and start filing out of the small vehicle.
Stu slings his arms around my shoulders, and I lean into him after we get out. Tatum was walking in front of us, as she was looking around at all the craziness as we were. We were just walking by a news lady when she spotted us from the corner of her eye.
"Excuse me. Hi, I'm Gale Weathers. Do you mind giving us a few statements about your classmates?" She storms over to us.
Her camera man shooting his camera at us. I try to shy away from the camera. I hate it when it comes to the media, they tell all sorts of lies and just being on national television always makes me uneasy. Stu says that I am and rubs my arm in a comforting manner. I smile at his gesture.
"We know who you are and no we won't." Tatum scoffs and walks away.
Yeah, we know who she is. She's the one who announced and is writing a book about our friend's mother, who was just killed almost a year ago, this upcoming weekend. Because of that, we don't trust this woman.
She ignores Tatum's' statement and tells her cameraman to remind her to cut that out later.
"How about you two, would you like to give us a statement?" Stu looks like he wanted to, so I step away from him, letting him take in that glory.
"Yeah, I knew them. Steve was on the same football team as me and I dated Casey for a little while, before I broke up with her."
I roll my eyes at that statement, both of us knowing, she dumped him.
"Really now. So, how would you describe them both?" Gale asks.
I notice Stu taking a glance at me for a split second.
"Well, Steve was your average jock, but was nicer than the others were. Casey, she would make friends with anyone she was around. Well, half the time anyway."
"Well, thank you..."
"Stu."
"Well, thank you, Stu, for your statements."
He smiles, looking proud of himself. He walks off and joins me again. I shake my slightly.
"What?" He asks.
"You just have to be where the popularity has to be." I stated off.
"What? She wanted a statement, and I gave her one."
"Could have just walked away, like Tatum and I did. You know who she is, Stu. Once Sid finds out, she's not going to like it."
I feel him give my head a kiss as we walk onward to the school's building. Before we enter however, I notice my cousin with Sidney.
"Sid!" I shout.
She and Tatum turn around, as I walk out of Stu's arm and run over to them.
"Did you tell her?" I ask, Tatum.
"Yeah." She replies. "What took you so long?"
"You know a, Mr. Someone, wanted to be on television." I roll my eyes and point my thumb behind us.
"That figure."
We laugh.
"How are you holding up, Sid?" I ask our friend.
"I'm fine." She shrugs.
Letting the topic, we both know go, I went to my locker. Opening it up, I found the photos of all my friends and I staring back at me. I smiled, as I grabbed all my things that I would need for the day and stuff them in my bag.
I was startled however, when I closed my locker door. I was holding my chest, as my heart was beating fast.
"Damn it, Randy, you know how I hate it when you do that."
"It's still funny though." He smiles.
I roll my eyes at him, still smiling. Randy Meeks, my longtime friend since, elementary school. He is the biggest horror geek guy that I ever knew. One of the things why were still friends to this day. I love horror and so does he. Our first movie we ever watched together was, Halloween.
"Can you believe this shit?" He questions
"I know, it's like from a fucking horror movie."
"It's unbelievable, and we get to be a part of it."
I stop in my tracks, looking to my friend beside me, who had a cheeky grin on his face. I give him a smirk and slap him on his arm.
"You're such a dork about all this, you know?"
"Yeah, but you know that's my best quality."
I huffed out.
"Let's get to class before we're..."
The bell rings before I could finish my sentence.
"Too late." Randy smiles.
I look around, we weren't going to be the only ones late for class. Everyone was either taking their time or not moving at all.
"Come on, let's get to class."
By fourth period rolls around, half of the school was already interviewed. Students were being pulled from classes to talk to the Sherriff and Deputy in the principal's office.
Currently, I was in math, we were giving a quiz for the upcoming test this Friday. Math wasn't one of my favorite subjects but somehow, I was good at it. I'm guessing I got that from my dad. One of the students that were pulled from class earlier comes walking back in hanging our teacher a note. I go back to the quiz at hand. It was soon interrupted, as I heard my name being called.
I grab my things since it was near the end of the period and hand my quiz over. Mr. Davis said, the rest that I didn't finish he wouldn't count to my grade. I walk down the two corridors that led me to the principal's office.
I knock on the door that read, Principal Mr. Himpry on it and knock. A few seconds later, I was greeted by the man himself.
"Hello, Tiffany. Come on in and take a seat."
I smile and take the seat that sat across from the sheriff. I smile at the other man in uniform knowingly, as he was Tatum's older brother and my cousin. Tatum never respected Dewey, as he is called, when he is in uniform. I always do.
"Hello, Sheriff. Deputy."
"Hello, Tiff." Dewey greets
"Miss. Riley, how are we this morning?" The Sherriff greets.
"I'm hanging in there, Sherriff. How are you?" I ask back.
"I'm fine, thanks," He sighs and crosses his arms over his chest getting serious. "You know why you're here; my Deputy just needs to ask you a couple of questions. Is that alright?"
"Yes sir."
"Good. Dewey."
Dewey sits up straighter and looks at me seriously.
"Alright, Miss. Riley,"
I try not to smile when he is this serious. He's always goofy.
"Where were you last night, between seven and ten o'clock?"
"I was at home, with my boyfriend, Stuart Macher. We did our homework at first, then ordered pizza, watched a move and crashed around eleven, twelve o'clock."
"What movie were you watching?"
"Twister."
"What would you say if I asked you, who fell asleep first?"
That caught me off guard.
"Ummm, I don't remember to be honest with you, Deputy. If I have to say though, I will have to say it was, Stu. He had practiced that day and I remember his breathing being even. Yeah, it was Stu."
He looks over his notes, then looks up at the sheriff, he nods at the sheriff.
"Alright Miss. Riley, you can go back to class. Thank you for your time. Stay safe."
I stand up and grabbed my bag.
"Thank you, Sherriff, you are too and you as well, Deputy. Mr. Himbry."
"Thanks, Tiff." Dewey says.
Mr. Himbry opens the door to me and hands me a note, while saying give it to my math teacher before going to my other class, as the bell rings already. I hurry down to the math room and hand the note over to, Mr. Davis, takes it with no question asked.