Unbridled chaos was unleashed throughout the student body after the freak accident during the play that wasn't so accidental. Fortunately, the ambulance had shown up in time for the student who was injured, though, he sustained a nasty concussion and would need to stay at the hospital for further inspection.
However, when someone pointed out that the rope looked like it had been cut, most actors nearly quit right then. The director even stepped forward, saying that the theatre would be shut down until the perpetrator was dealt with. No more shows and no more rehearsals.
Three hours had passed since then, and for some reason, the group still seemed to be in a partying mood. With Derek nowhere to be found, it was just Mickey and Hallie forcing you and Sid to go.
You barely had time to rummage for a decent outfit when you remembered that Randy had bought his Halloween costume early this year—which he would've worn if he hadn't been severely stabbed. Sadly, he wouldn't be able to wear it, so you decided to not let his purchase be in vain.
Paul, Randy's roommate, had let you inside to "borrow" the costume, though you opted to wear your own black skirt as Randy's pants weren't exactly your size. The costume was supposed to be Freddy Krueger, but you couldn't find the knife glove anywhere in his room.
The outfit seemed half-assed without it, but you didn't mind. It was better than nothing.
So, after a short pregaming session with Alice in the bathroom, as she did her makeup, you headed back to your room to grab your things before you left for the party.
You grabbed your phone off the bed, putting it in your little brown purse. You spotted the Freddy hat sitting on your vanity, and you quickly put it on as you almost forgot about it.
As you were doing some final touch-ups to your hair and makeup in the mirror, you heard something fall inside your closet. Your head snapped over to look at the door as it slightly creaked.
That was not something you wanted to see amid a massacre.
Slowly, you began to back away from the vanity to distance yourself from the door. If there were someone in there, you didn't want to give away that you knew.
You involuntarily jumped when the doorknob rattled aggressively followed by a small clicking noise.
"𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞!" A ghostface figure barreled out of the closet, running straight for you.
Your feet shuffled back to get away, but you were quickly pounced on. The figure clamped a hand over your mouth to prevent you from screaming.
The hat fell from your head as you doubled over backward onto the bed with them on top of you. Struggling in their grasp, your hands pushed at the figure's shoulders when suddenly, they began to laugh.
And you instantly recognized who that laughter belonged to, "Stu, you bitch!" You shouted, angrily whacking him in the chest.
"Ow!" Stu exclaimed, pulling the mask off to reveal himself.
"You dickhead!" You hit him again, his wicked grin enraging you. "You're a fucking asshole."
"Alright! Geez," he leaned back a bit, rubbing his chest. "I'm sensitive, y'know?"
"You deserved it." You sneered.
"You needa be more aware of your surroundings, Y/n." Stu teased, resting his forearm beside your head. "One of these days, it's gonna be the real killer sneaking up on you like this."
You looked up at him, scoffing. "You are a real killer."
"You know what I mean," he said as your eyes darted down to the knife holster hooked to his belt.
You had to bite back a smile as you sneakily slithered your hand toward it. "Well, had you actually been one of them... then I'd do this."
You snatched his knife from the holster, catching him by surprise as you flipped your positions. Stu stared up at you, eyes slightly wider as you straddled his hips while holding the blade to his throat.
"You gotta expect the unexpected, Stu." You teased back, tilting your head.
"Okay, shit. You got me." His chest heaved as he held his hands up. "Let's not do anything rash."
You finally revealed a complacent smile, sitting up straight as you pulled back the knife.
"What're you doing with this, anyway?" You asked, waving it in his face. Your body shifting onto Stu's lap as he moved forward to lean against his elbow before snatching the knife from you.
"I gotta protect myself somehow." He stated defensively.
"Okay. Fair enough." You replied, spectating as he shoved it back into its holster.
"I heard about what happened at the theatre. Was it one of 'em?" Stu questioned, referring to the multiple killers.
"I think so," You nodded.
The image of that actor being stricken by the sabotaged prop flashed in your mind, making you grimace.
"And instead of getting the fuck outta dodge, you're going to another frat party, where the killers will most likely be?" Stu asked in an unsurprised tone, and your grimace turned into a thin-lipped smile.
"Um... well, yes. That seems to be the case."
"That's pretty fuckin' ballsy, Orth." He commented, and you could sense the underlying disapproval even when he didn't make it obvious.
"Plenty of people will be there, so it's not like I'll be alone if they do show up." You assured, waving a hand down your body. "Besides, I gotta put this costume to use."
"Freddy Krueger?" He quirked a brow. You noticed how his eyes lit up as he scanned you up and down. "Where's the knife hand?"
"I couldn't find it." You huffed out annoyed.
"You're missing the most important part." He laughed out, and you clicked your tongue as you shook your head.
"Oh, Stuey..." You slowly leaned closer, pausing just beside his ear. "Even without the claws, I can still haunt your dreams."
You wore a playful grin as you abruptly leaned back, expecting him to share your amusement, yet his face fell serious.
"...you already do." He muttered, and your brows smashed together in response. You followed the hand Stu lifted as his fingers grazed your clothed injury, "Does it still hurt?" He asked, meeting your gaze again.
Your teeth clamped together as your spine stiffened at the touch. "Not anymore," You murmured.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean for you to get hurt." His voice barely above a whisper as he spoke.
You shivered, shoulders shuddering as goosebumps rose on your skin. You couldn't understand why your chest all of a sudden felt so much heavier, why there was this random fluttering in your stomach.
"I know," You whispered, eyes flickering down to his lips. "It's okay."
You wanted to blame your doubling heart rate on the pregame. That these urges you had were a result of the few shots you'd taken. That was the only explanation.
Stu's piercing blue eyes stayed locked onto your face as you glanced down at his hand that rested just above your knee. The impulse to find out what would happen if you closed the gap between you two only grew stronger.
You were at war with yourself.
"Y/n," Stu breathed out. Your stomach clenched at the slight desperation in his tone.
The willpower to resist these newfound urges had completely depleted at this point. The alcohol settled your brain into a hormonal mess as you pushed yourself forward in Stu's lap. Placing a hand against his chest to steady yourself, you kissed him on the lips.
But before he could even react, you found yourself pulling back. "Fuck– I shouldn't have–" You blurted out, too shocked by your own actions.
However, Stu was not prepared to let this grand opportunity go to waste.
Instantaneously, his hands grabbed at your body, pulling you flush against him as he connected your lips once more. It took you a moment to succumb to the pleasure, allowing yourself to indulge in the feeling of Stu's mouth moving slowly against yours.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, wild tremors shooting through your spine as you returned the kiss with equal passion. The only thing your mind could even register was his lips upon yours, bodies touching in ways you've yet to experience.
The cool metal of Stu's lip ring had your body humming with excitement as he kissed you more urgently. His hands snaked up your skirt, grabbing at your hips and thighs. Your entire body felt like it was on vibrate, pulse quickening with each enticing touch.
You moaned into his mouth as he parted your lips with his tongue, delving for just a taste. Your body had a mind of its own as you ground against him, thighs clenching with desire. The aching in your abdomen only grew as Stu grunted at the sensation.
He did say that he was sensitive.
You raked a hand through his blond locks, chest heaving with exertion as your lungs burned for air. As you angled your head away to catch your breath, Stu's lips descended, pressing open-mouth kisses along your jaw and neck. You panted as he settled a hand against the base of your throat, sucking on the delicate skin.
An unbearable neediness had hit you, a strange thrill that had your toes curling. Maybe the party could wait...
"Stu," You whimpered.
As if a fire had been ignited within you, you grabbed Stu's face, redirecting his lips back to yours. You had never felt such passion in your life, like the feeling of fireworks exploding inside of you.
Your fingers curled around the hem of his shirt, leaning back to help him remove it. You ran your hands along his bare torso, enjoying the way he shuddered beneath your touch. Stu groaned as your mouth connected with his chest, tilting his head back to revel in the feeling.
"Fuck," He rasped out as you pushed him flat against the bed. Your hand curled around his shoulder as you pressed featherlike kisses down his body. You were flushed with adrenaline, having no idea when you'd gotten to be so bold. But you knew you never wanted this to end.
Unfortunately, you don't always get what you want.
"Y/n!" Alice knocked on your door, disrupting your intimate session. "Sid and Hallie are waiting for you!"
You gasped as the statement ripped you out of the intense moment.
Quickly sitting up, you covered Stu's mouth with a hand before responding, "Okay, I'll be right there!"
Waiting until you heard her footsteps leave, you drew your hand back as you stared down at Stu who was looking dazed with love-lust. It took barely a minute for the mental clarity to return to you, kick-starting the subsequent humiliation.
First Billy, now Stu... What the fuck kind of mess have you gotten yourself into?