Chapter 7: Ohhhhhh fuck

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by Children_of_Satan12

by Children_of_Satan12

Stu's POV:

Fucked. Utterly and totally fucked.

That's the only word that can be used to describe the situation I'm in. One moment I'm celebrating because I just landed the hottest babe of my career, and next the cops show up to ruin everything.

I've got to find them. I've got to get them back.

But where? Where the hell was Y/n? And who were they with? That was the damn question. I pulled out my phone, desperate for any sort of response...but nothing. Just radio silence.

Go figure, everyone's just tryna get the cops off their trail first.

The nearby sirens wail louder, and I crouch further behind the arm chair I've ducked behind. Everyone turned tail and ran, but I wasn't so lucky. I heard the shots before the screams, a classic sign that at least one of the other slasher had been caught and brought into custody.

Heh, at least we know it wasn't JD. Or maybe it was...it'd be nice to have something to make fun of him for, that scream was wimpy as fuck.

The police are talking to each other, I can hear them communicating over their radios like we're in some sort of horror movie.

Keep calm, we've done this before. Dodge and evade, don't get too close and don't let them see you.

The wood on the door begins to creak as if gives under the force of the police's weight.

Damn, they really want to catch me.

It didn't matter. They'd be dead. Every single one of them. My one shot of getting laid was ruined by a bunch of middle aged men in blue uniforms, and someone was gonna pay. I carefully maneuvered out of eye sight, grabbing the largest kitchen knife I could find. It was a little dull, but it would do.

It was better that way. They'd feel it more.

A soft noise to my right alerts me to a presence, my head barely turning to welcome the sight of JD.

"The hell? Thought you up and split ages ago?" I whispered, tightening my grip on the weapon.

"I turned back, tried to find Y/n." He spoke quietly in returned.

Oh this fucking-

"Did you not hear our happy celebration? They're mine now dickwad, get over yourself." I hissed, trying to gather an idea of just how many officers were outside the door.

"Yeah well, you know what they say. Highschool loves never last." He hummed out, reloading his gun.

"The hell is that supposed to mean? And we're college age, you fuck boy."

"You calling me a fuck boy? Christ, that's rich Stu." The man snorted.

"Oh for fucks- I don't have time for this." I spoke, eyes darting between the door and him. JD just snorted in reply.

"So immature, Stu. Y/n wouldn't approve." He mocked.

"Shut up." Was the only reply I gave as the door finally broke down. We both just looked at each other, feud pausing for a moment.

Oh yeah, this was gonna be a scream, baby.