Dreaming Of You - Jenna Ortega imagines

The distance and the time between us, it'll never change my mind, tc (4)

"Because of me and Sam. Mainly me, though." You cut in. "I'm sorry that it had to be this way. I'm sorry that I- I'm not- I'm sorry that we couldn't work. Tara, if I knew this would come out of it, I never would've taken you to that classroom." You grabbed her hand and held it close to your heart. "And, I swear I will clean up this mess I made in your life. As much as I'd love your forgiveness, you don't have to, I owe it to you." You brought it up to your lips, kissing the scar before letting it go and walking off.

You sat yourself by Mindy, who was staring at the TV that killed your brother. "Still can't believe he's your brother." She mumbled, bringing her knees to her chest.

You looked to her with your eyebrow raised. "Seriously? Because I get people telling me that I laugh and act like him."

"No, like, come on." She laughed. "That's such a big age gap."

"Trust me, I don't understand it either." You sighed. It fell silent between you two. "God, I'm so done with this ghostface shit."

She hummed in agreement. "I know right? Like being in a franchise is cool, but not when you're constantly on the verge of death."

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"So..." Stu trailed off. "Why haven't you told them?"

You huffed. "I can't do it yet."

"Why not? You had the opportunity to tell Tara right then and there!"

"With no proof." You cracked your knuckles. "But I have a plan, Stu, don't even worry."

"A plan?"

"Of course I have a fucking plan, come on, I'm the genius one, remember?" You giggled to yourself, pulling out the mask. "You were right, I am gonna need this."

"Oh hell yeah!"

"You have two options." You turned to see Ethan standing there. He played around with a knife in hand.

You raised your eyebrow, intrigued. "What are they?"

"You come join us, or, you die." He smirked. "You know, when I told my dad that you knew, I was surprised to see that he wanted you with us. Even though you killed our brother. But oh my god," He chuckled. "It's gonna be amazing killing you."

You hummed, you hands behind your back. "Is that so?"

"I was so close to getting Tara." He yelled. "So close! She just had to have a crazy ex." He pointed his knife towards you, the tip lightly touching your throat. "But it's okay, I'm crazier."

"You could try to intimidate me all you want," You started, puffing up your chest and sizing up to him. "But even when I'm dead, Tara would pick me." You cocked the gun that you had pressed to his stomach.

"A gun to a knife fight? Smart." You shrugged, a cocky smirk played on your lips. "How about this? We fight. Fist to fist, no weapons. It'll show who truly deserves Tara." You glanced to a reflection, seeing Stu smirk and nod.

You tilted your head, cracking your neck. "Let's not forget who has the original psychotic brother." He just laughed taking a step back and tossing his knife away. Your hand gripped your gun, before you hesitantly put it down.

"What? Are you scared you're going to lose?" He pouted, you had an unimpressed face, not changing.

"Whether I lose, or not, you're not gonna get Tara either way." You crossed your arms. He just shrugged before throwing his hands up, ready to strike.

After a few minutes, you had him in a chokehold, waiting for him to tap out. He struggled to try and pry your hands off of him. "Tap out and you get to make it to the third act."