thrills; billy loomis

Chapter One

Easily attached is what I am. So when I talked about Billy Loomis, it sounded like we have been married for five years. When in reality, I have just become aware of his existence not even two weeks ago. He has these bewitching intense dark brown eyes that seem like they have the knowledge of a one hundred year old. His eyes were so dark that in poor lighting they could be mistaken as black. Although, his eyes still manage to tickle my internal organs. Gorgeous, full perfectly arched eyebrows. A jawline so sharp, it can be used as a straight edge. Ever so slightly wavy brown hair that I would love to comb my fingers through.

I was blessed to be in the same Honors Algebra 3 class as him. There I spend more time stealing glances at him than analyzing the chalk board. Before he transferred to my class, I spent the majority of my time writing whatever my heart told me to. I am currently in the middle of writing a short horror story about the old abandoned house on Wicker. It is actually a mystery on how I am passing math.

Billy was sporting a plain white tee with an unbuttoned dark blue flannel with casual loose fit blue jeans. He was seated to the right of the person in front of me. So he was diagonal to me. It did not seem like he was friends with anyone in this class, or anyone at this school really. He's been attending Hillcrest High for like two weeks now, I thought he would attract some friends, maybe even a girlfriend! With a face like that and that mysterious new boy rep.

"Thalia, what is the answer?" Mrs. Brown asked, shaking me out of my thoughts. My eyes scanned the board at a rapid pace while my face was heating and reddening by the second. I could feel half the class's eyes dagger my head from all directions, pressuring me to solve the threatening equation written in blue chalk.

"31?" I ask, unsure of myself. Feeling the absence of my peers' eyes.

"That's correct!" she surprised me, completely oblivious of my not paying attention. I gave her an awkward smile, now focusing on the board instead of the boy. Taking notes when needed. I will seriously need to attend a study group before our unit test next week. I will not keep getting lucky. Suddenly the ring of the bell rang through my ears. I gathered my items and quickly threw them into my light blue denim backpack that was masked with a mix of patches and pins. I quickly made my way to the door. I was trying to avoid being late for lunch. Today was teriyaki beef dippers! My favorite. But of course, I had to bump into someone, causing their items to take flight.

"Oh my, I am so sorry! I wasn't looking up." I exclaim, immediately getting down on my knees, retrieving the person's school supplies. I felt bad, now this person is going to be a little late to lunch because of my carelessness.

"It's alright." the voice spoke. However, it wasn't just any voice. It was his voice! The voice of Billy Loomis. This made me feel even worse. I really hope he knows this was accidental. People always want to pick on the new kid.

We rose at the same time. This was the closet I've ever been to him. I was so close to him, I could smell his cologne and laundry detergent. I took this as an opportunity to really get a good look at that beautiful face without suspicion arising. He was a few inches taller than me. "I truly am sorry." I apologize one last time.

"I'm Billy Loomis. And you are?" He gave me a little smile which allowed me to see his crooked bottom teeth which made him all the more attractive! Like I am about to faint. I have always loved little imperfections for some unknown reason.

Like I didn't know his name already... If only he knew what a huge admirer I am of him. "I am Thalia. Thalia Vaughn." I properly introduce myself. This was worth being slightly tardy to lunch. Even on beef teriyaki day.

"Being the new kid and all, I sorta have no friends. Soo do you mind walking with me to lunch?" he asks, his backpack slung over one shoulder with his hands tucked into his front pockets.

I was overjoyed. I was bouncing up and down in my mind. Wait till I tell Kelly about this! I have been talking her ears off ever since he transferred here. Kelly has been encouraging me to talk to him, even if it was just a little flirtatious introduction. I thought this was a good idea, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I was too frightened of, I don't really know. Messing up I guess? But how do you mess up a greeting? I have no idea, I was just too scared and couldn't work up the courage too. "No, I don't mind at all." I state, inadvertently smiling up at this brunette boy. We walked out the classroom together, me on the left and him on the right, as we engaged small talk.

"Do you know what's for lunch today?" he asked, his hands were still deep in his pockets. I imagined his left clasping my right hand.

"For you? This pussy." I wanted to say. "Beef teriyaki dippers with mashed potatoes, pepperoni pizza, chicken tenders with fries, salad bar, and... lasagna I believe." is what I really said.

"Wow, way better than my old school's selection." he said, taking his hands out of his pockets. His hands were huge! They seemed about the same size of my face!

"Where did you live before you moved here?" I asked. Glad that I would finally learn something about him. I was still in shock that he was talking to me and I was talking to him. Suddenly he tensed, from his shoulders to his fingertips. He clenched his hands into fists and then unclenched.

"I'd prefer not to talk about it." was all he said before an uncomfortable silence blanketed us. Maybe I overstepped, I had to respect his boundaries. After all, I was still a stranger to him and so was he to me. He broke the silence soon after, "I'm sorry, I just moved here for a fresh start," he said.

I gave him a little friendly smile, "Don't worry, I understand." I then turned my head to face forward. I was feeling very confident at the moment so I reached out with my right hand and and gave his left hand a squeeze. His hand was a little rough, but in a way it felt so soothing. I began to retreat my hand when he lightly grabbed it and intertwined our fingers. I turned my head to see him looking down at me, his eyes darker than ever, biting his lip.

"Thanks. It's just that my dad and mom got a divorce, so my dad and I decided to move here for a fresh start." he gave me a little side smile while I could barely contained my excitement. First, he's talking to me now he's holding my hand? I am shook, is there an angel or fairy godmother watching over me? I maintained my eye contact with him. His eyes were just so alluring and it seems like whenever he looks directly into mine, I was put under a trance.

"You didn't owe me an explanation. Although, I appreciate it." I replied. He's so sweet. It makes me wonder why he isn't cuffed already. Not that I'm complaining, because it means I have a chance still.

"I like the color of your nail polish, it's my favorite color." he said and started to face forward as the cafeteria was approaching. I looked down at my dark red nails, similar to a blood red. I imagined his favorite color being blue, like a marine blue.

"Thank you." I said, sneaking a brief glance at our hands laced together and thought to myself that maybe this was the start of something special.

A/N

Word Count: 1376 :)

The girl on the top is the main character, Thalia and this chapter was told in her point of view (lol obviously). Thalia is played by Grace Kim, her Instagram is @ / gracement. I recently watched Scream the movie, and I love it sm! Ive rewatched three times already. I have watched the Scream television show and I personally prefer the 1996 movie over the television show. Before I watched the movie, I already knew Billy was the killer because I stumbled across a fan edit of Billy Loomis on YouTube, which is what lead me to watching Scream. I was just really inspired to write this so I took advantage of that and whipped this up. :) Thank you so much for your time and thank you so much for reading my story. :) xxx Ali