Scream 2 [✓]

Chapter 4

"Ryan Stewart," Gale informed the man. "(Y/N)'s ex boyfriend."

The Sheriff looked dismayed and flew out of his seat, rounding out of the smaller room to order his men in an authorative tone. "Find me every variation of the name Stewart. Both on campus and the surrounding community. I want names ASAP."

Dean Fisher, who had been watching silently for the entire time while fidgeting with her ring, nodded her head. "I'll get you full access."

The room broke into a fury as everyone jumped into action.

"What about (Y/N)?" Gale sat down in a nearby chair, running her finger over the cup of coffee she was holding. "Is she safe?"

"She's completely insulated," the Captain reassured her. I've got my men on her."

Dewey stepped into the room again, ignoring the unwanted stares sent his way. Gale's eyes found his. "What about her current boyfriend Derek?"

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"You know, you really look hot with those, babes."

"Seriously, Altieri, you're as sensitive as a doorknob. (Y/N) almost got killed last night and that's the first thing you say to her?"

You were walking towards the Film Department to head towards your first class of the day, with your boyfriend Derek on your left who had his arm around your waist protectively, and Mickey to your right, whose mouth was curved into a wolfish smile.

"Calm your tits loverboy," Mickey rolled his eyes at him as he continued to talk, following his movement of walking in opposite direction. "(Y/N) knows I'm just joking around. Don'tcha?"

You scowled, not in the mood for his banter today. "Of course, Mickey."

For the past thirty minutes, all Mickey had been doing was sneaking in remarks about the several patches covering your once clean skin.

They were painfully fresh reminders of the life and death struggle you'd went through just last night.

Your boyfriend had apperently scared the killer off and stayed with you, which you were extremely thankful for.

When the both of you woke up, Derek kept insisting you should just skip the rest of the week and while you had briefly considered it, what good would being alone do?

You'd even take Mickey's teasing over having no one around, even though he reminded you too much of Stu Macher these days. They were a lot alike.

Anyway, you weren't really alone anymore. Two police officers were following you around wherever you went like guard dogs, watching your every move. They didn't even let you use the bathroom alone.

"Are you going with us tonight?" You asked, not so subtly switching topic. "To the Shakespeare tragedy, I mean."

When Hallie came to you with the proposal earlier, your first instinct was to decline, but the pleading tone in her voice broke the barrier of apprehension you had and since both of you were free in the afternoon, she was going to take you shopping as well.

"Thanks, but no thanks," Mickey shook his head, following closely behind you and Derek, into the classroom. "Not even Hallie can convince me to watch that crap."

When evening finally arrived, you had been contorting your body in all different angles to try pull the zipper up yourself but no matter how much you bent and twisted, to your utter aggravation, you simply couldn't reach it. "Hey Halls. Can you zip this up for me?"

The dress you had bought just hours ago was red in colour and just reached above your knees. It had a halter neck and glitter on the edges.

Overall, it looked really nice on you and hugged your body in the right places.