INDY LIED ABOUT HER PARENTS.

☆︎ OCTOBER, 1995 ☆︎

It was pointless for Indiana to be anxious, but she still was as she waited in the hallway with twenty or so others, all waiting for the coaches to post the rosters for the upcoming basketball season. Both of the varsity teams held tryouts for three days, and now the decision was being announced.

Indiana knew she was a fantastic basketball player, but this was still a new school, and she had no idea what the previous year's team was like. Even if she wasn't going up against thirty girls at tryouts, she was still concerned with making the team.

At the very least, she had Stu and Jackson talking her up. They'd run drills with her for weeks leading up to the tryouts. Both boys were practically guaranteed a spot given that they were on the boys' team last year — they almost made it to the state championship with how good they were.

All of their other friends were waiting in the hallway outside the gym with them to be emotional support. Admittedly, Randy and Sidney didn't care for or know much about basketball, but they would still come to all the games. Tatum would be cheering on the sidelines with the rest of the squad.

And Billy—

Billy came up behind Indiana in the hallway and wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her from behind. She tensed up, and despite how much she loved the feelings, she started to push him off. But before she could, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, his lips brushing her skin and sending a chill down her spine.

"You let all of us hug you like this. You really gonna make a scene and push me off?" Billy asked in a challenging tone. "Sid's right there and has no idea how close I was to tasting you, does she?"

Indiana's eyes flicked to Sidney, who was smiling halfheartedly at something Tatum was saying. She was all too aware of the nearly faded hickeys on her collarbone and chest that she'd been hiding away. Billy wasn't exactly respecting her 'pretend it never happened' request.

At the very least, he did so all throughout the incredibly short trial covering the murder of Maureen Prescott. But after Sidney testified against a man named Cotton Weary, whose DNA was all over Maureen's body, he was locked up. With that settled, it wasn't long at all before Billy was trying subtle ways to get under Indiana's skin, wanting her to come crawling back to him — things like brushing up against her at their lockers and hugging her as any friend would.

"You're an asshole," Indiana murmured while leaning her head back against Billy's chest. "I hate you."

He tightened his hold on her. "No, you don't," he whispered. She could practically hear his smug smirk.

"No, I don't," she hated to admit. "But I will if you keep acting like this."

With that, Indiana slowly unwrapped his arms from around her, careful not to cause a scene. Then she moved along to Jackson, who was tossing a basketball back and forth with a guy named Luke who also tried out for the boys' team. When she joined, they quickly brought her in, letting her throw it around with them.

"You're totally gonna be a starter, Indiana," Luke told her. "Coach Bacchus might even let you tip off every now and then."

"Yeah," Jackson said. "You've not got the height that Allison Smith has, but you can jump higher. She's finally got some competition."

"I'll worry about competing for the tip-off after I make the team," Indiana told them.

"Please, it's almost annoying how you're acting like you weren't one of the best ones on the court," Luke said with a playful scoff.

"Yeah, like those anxious nerds who say they totally failed a test, then when they get it back, it's like a ninety-seven," Jackson added, chuckling. Isaiah was one of those nerds, so he didn't mean it too harshly.

"This is still a new school for me, so I'm allowed to be anxious—"

"Here they come!" Stu suddenly announced to everyone. As the tallest boy in the hallway, he was the first to spot Coach Bacchus, and the coach for the boys' team, Coach Taylor, making their way to the bulletin board they were all crowded around.

Rather than read the names out, both coaches would pin the printed-out roster to the bulletin board. All those on it would have to report to the first practice the following day. The two coaches glared at all the students that impatiently crowded around them, making it nearly impossible to make it to the board in the first place.

Indiana was one of the few to stay back — her name would or wouldn't be on the list no matter how quickly she read the slip of paper.

Once the coaches were out of the way, it was all elbows and curses as everyone crowded around the lists. There were some shouts of excitement and some people that were upset, clearly not making the team.

"Hell yeah!" Stu exclaimed while high-fiving Jackson. Then the taller boy took a moment to glance at the list for the girls' team before looking over his shoulder, spotting Indiana. "Make some room, people! Let Van Halen through!"

Indiana rolled her eyes playfully as he and Jackson parted the crowd for her, pulling her closer. They weren't quite as patient as she was, evidently. Jackson grabbed her shoulders and steered her right in front of the sheet, which she quickly skimmed.

"Thirty-three!" Indiana exclaimed, seeing her name fourth on the list with her jersey number next to it. "That's Abdul-Jabbar's number, bitch!"

"Fuck yeah!" Jackson said excitedly, giving her a high five.

Then Stu swooped down and picked Indiana up, slinging her over his shoulder effortlessly. She laughed as he carried her over to their friends, all waiting to congratulate the three of them.

"Put me down, Stuart," Indiana demanded, giggling a little as she did.

"But the view is so immaculate and smackable," he said teasingly. Then he reached up and pinched the back of her thigh, just under her ass, making her squirm.

"Tate, kill your boyfriend for me," she whined.

"No can do," Tatum told her, leaning against the wall with a smirk. "You do have a great ass."

Eventually, Stu did set Indiana back on her feet, who took a moment to steady herself as the blood rushed away from her head. Then she received hug after hug, all of her new friends congratulating her.

"I'm so happy you made the team," Sidney said while squeezing Indiana's hand. It was hard for Sidney to smile but she managed one for Indiana's success. "And I'll be at every game I can."

"That means a lot, Sid. You're such a great friend," Indiana told her, pulling her into a hug. As she did so, she caught Billy's longing expression that was settled solely on her and not his girlfriend. And despite how desperately she wanted to hate him, how she wanted to be unaffected by his brown eyes, she liked how it felt when he stared at her.

Sidney was a great friend, but Indiana? She was a horrible one.

☆︎

"Does it ever get easier, Indy?" Sidney suddenly asked one day.

The friends were gathered outside the school during lunch, all around the fountain. Soon, it'd be too cold to go outside to eat, so they were soaking up the warm weather while they could.

Indiana was sitting on the edge of the fountain while Sidney was on the ground in front of her, letting the girl pull her hair into a French braid. Sidney hadn't been saying much — she rarely contributed to conversation since her mother's passing. But as soon as whatever argument Randy, Stu, Jackson, and Tatum were having about Star Wars ended, Sidney spoke up.

"Braiding hair?" Indiana asked cluelessly. "Yeah, you'll get way better at it the more you try."

"No, I mean—" Sidney let out a huff that might have been a laugh a few months ago. She just didn't have it in her to be amused anymore, though. "I know... your parents. Will it ever not hurt so much?"

Indiana took her time to think of a response while finishing off the braid. The others were silently watching the two. "It doesn't hurt less," she admitted. "But in a way, I think it gets easier to go on each day. But then again, you know, I moved across the country so I'm not constantly reminded of them. And Virginia has me seeing Dr. Swain to help adjust still. Maybe it would help you to go talk to someone, too."

"Yeah, Dad mentioned that," she mumbled. Then she sighed heavily. "Thanks, Indy, for being honest."

"Of course. And we're all going to be here for you through this," she told her while squeezing her shoulder.

"You know, I don't think you've told us how your parents died," Randy suddenly said, looking to Indiana.

Both Billy and Tatum were the ones to react as Indiana looked down at her lap uncomfortably.

"Because she doesn't have to, fuck rag!"

"It's none of our goddamn business, dipshit!"

"It's fine," Indiana said while shooting an appreciative look toward the two of them. Then she tucked some hair behind her ear and cleared her throat. "It's no big. It was just a really bad car crash. Hence why V didn't want me to have a car when we moved here."

"Oh, that makes sense," Stu said with a frown. Now, he felt bad for how recklessly he drove with Indiana in his car at times. He hoped he didn't make her uncomfortable. "That sucks, Indy. We're sorry."

"Really, it's fine," she assured them. Then she glanced at the school. "But I did tell Zay I'd help him with his art assignment, so I'm gonna go early."

Indiana got up and grabbed her bag, smiling tightly at her friends. She didn't notice the scrutinizing look that Tatum was giving her.

"Okay," she said. "Zay is drawing hands holding something, so someone give me something to hold."

In an instant, Billy reached up and put his hand in Indiana's open and waiting one. He had a little grin on his face, and it actually made Sidney smile, so Indiana couldn't hate him too much for it.

"Something a little more portable, Loomis," Indiana said with a teasing smile. Before she had time to let go, he rubbed his thumb across her palm, making her heart ache. Then Randy tossed her a yo-yo, which was much more preferable. "Thanks."

As she walked away, Stu finally began to pay attention to his actual girlfriend — it was so hard to do so whenever Indiana was near. As he looked at Tatum, he noticed how her eyes were continuing to track Indiana's form as she rushed into the school to meet Isaiah.

"What up, babe?" Stu questioned, bringing Tatum's attention back to the group.

Tatum thought hard for a moment, chewing on her bottom lip nervously before letting out a big sigh. "Indy lied about her parents."

"What?" Jackson asked, raising an eyebrow. "How would you know?"

"Look, I don't know every detail, but you guys know how Deputy Doofus ran background checks on all of you just to get to know the system better?" she asked. And each of them nodded, recalling the day she came to school suddenly knowing all of their middle names, even the embarrassing ones. "Well, he did one on Indy after I mentioned inviting her for a sleepover."

"So, it wasn't a car crash?" Randy asked, not understanding where Tatum was going.

"Dewey didn't let much slip, but it wasn't a crash and it was bad. Worse than... well—" Tatum cut her eyes to Sidney, letting them all know it was somehow more gruesome than the murder of Maureen Prescott. "And she's not just seeing a psychiatrist because her sister wants her to. Dewey said her visits are court-ordered for a whole year, so I'm willing to bet she was there for whatever happened."

The group was silent for a moment, taking in the information about Indiana — even if the info was vague. Indiana was basically an open book who rarely hid anything, so to find out she'd been keeping this a secret for months was surprising. She also seemed so well-adjusted, making them more curious about what actually happened.

"But look, don't tell her I said anything," Tatum instructed, glaring at them all. "She'll talk about it when she's ready. Clearly, she's not comfortable discussing it."

"Maybe you should've kept all that to yourself, then," Jackson muttered while crossing his arms. Indiana was his best friend, and while Tatum wasn't being malicious, he still felt protective of her. Knowing this without her permission felt like an invasion of privacy.

☆︎

Despite Tatum's warning to keep the information to themselves, Jackson just couldn't do that. How he managed to hold off for two days, he didn't know.

But finally, when he was in the garage with Indiana, Isaiah, and his sister, he caved.

"Tatum told everyone you lied about your parents," Jackson blurted out.

Indiana froze her movements, having been in the middle of replacing a string on her guitar. She slowly looked up at her friend from her position on the couch, looking like a deer caught in headlights. "What?" she asked in a small voice.

Jackson sighed and came to sit next to her. "She doesn't know any details or anything and asked us not to say anything, but you deserve to know what everyone else knows now. They know it wasn't a car crash."

Isaiah and Sophia shared a silent look. The tenth graders had no clue what the other two were talking about, as they had a different lunch period. But they at least gathered that it was related to the death of Indiana's parents, which they'd heard nothing about.

"Oh," was all Indiana could muster, fiddling with the loosened string on her guitar.

"You don't have to explain," Jackson then told her. "Not to me or any of them. It's a hard thing to trust with people you've only known a few months."

"It's not that I didn't trust any of you," she said quickly. "But... Sidney didn't need to hear the gory details. I couldn't tell the truth with her sitting right there and still hurting."

"You lost both your parents, Indy. You're allowed to hurt, too," Isaiah told her softly.

"I know that, I guess." Then Indiana glanced at her friends. "Dr. Swain said it'd be good to open up about it more. But it's not a pretty story. You might think of me differently."

"Oh, Winger," Sophia said, reaching to hold her hand comfortingly. "It's impossible to think less of you knowing that you genuinely enjoy watching Seinfeld."

Indiana scoffed playfully and shoved Sophia's hand off. Then she sighed again and leaned back on the couch. Rather than look at her friends, she looked up at the ceiling to avoid seeing their expressions as she spoke.

"It was just a few days after school ended last semester. Virginia was out with some friends, and my parents were taking me to the movies. Except I had a huge crush on a guy and demanded we go back so I could get my new glitter lipgloss that I forgot. Mama thought it was silly, but my dad said we were early anyway, so he went back," she explained. Then she laughed bitterly. "I don't even remember the guy's name now, funnily enough."

"Anyway, we got to the house, and someone was in the middle of breaking in. He was just gonna steal the big stuff and leave probably, but then we showed up. Daddy pushed me into the pantry to hide and told my mom to call the police. Then he tried to stop the guy. I could see it all through the slots in the pantry door. He was so much bigger than my father. I watched my dad drop, then he went at him with one of the cooking knives."

"He left, and I could hear my mom shouting. She was already on the phone with the police when the man grabbed her and dragged her back to the kitchen kicking and screaming. I shouldn't have, but I cracked open the door to see him better — to see him standing over her body. He'd killed the both of them the same way."

When Indiana went silent for a moment, Jackson couldn't help but ask, "I'm guessing you ran before he saw you?"

"That's what I should've done. The police and the judge all said I should've run," she said, her eyes glazed over. "But he fucking killed my parents. Next thing I know, I have a pan in my hand and I'm creeping up behind him. I hit him over the head and got him off my mom. I didn't get this by running into a moving box full of kitchen supplies."

Indiana lifted the hem of her shirt, showing off the scar that they now knew wasn't from a skateboarding accident. She'd been stabbed.

"But then when we both fell to the ground, I got ahold of the knife." The thousand-yard stare on her face was unsettling, but none of them dared to interrupt. "I stabbed him. Then again, and again, and again. And he was probably dead by the fourth or fifth time, but I kept going. All I could see was red and all I could hear were my parents screaming. I don't remember moving, but the police found me holding onto my dad, and I wouldn't let him go at first."

"Shit, Indy," Sophia mumbled, her eyes wide. Even if she kept most of the details to herself about the man killing her parents, she could imagine how horrible it must have been.

Indiana anxiously fiddled with her guitar. "The trial was pretty short. The guy's family tried to have me arrested for killing him — said I took it too far after they saw his body and the crime scene photos. Said there was no justifiable reason to stab someone nineteen times, to keep going after they're already dead," she told her friends. "They didn't win, obviously, because here I am, not in jail. But part of the deal was that I see a psychiatrist once a month for a year to monitor my behavior. That's why I see Dr. Swain. And it's why V didn't want me to have a car at first — in case I was unstable or dangerous."

"Hey, you aren't unstable," Isaiah assured her, a soft smile on his face. "If he'd have found you in the closet or caught up to you if you ran, he'd have killed you too."

"And you made sure that sick fuck will never hurt anyone ever again," Sophia added.

"So, you don't hate me? Don't think I'm some kind of deranged psycho?"

Jackson squeezed her shoulder comfortingly. "We still think liking Seinfeld is the worst thing about you."

Indiana finally laughed, it sounding a little off because she'd been holding off tears. "I have a crush on Elaine."

"I guess I'll allow it," Sophia said with a shrug.

"C'mere," Jackson said while pulling Indiana into a tight hug. "I'm glad you trusted us enough to tell the truth."

"Yeah, we're always gonna be here for you, Indy," Isaiah told her.

Indiana let herself be emotional for a few more moments, burrowing her head in Jackson's chest. Then she took in a deep breath, wiped her eyes, and grinned at them.

"Alright, enough with the heavy. We have to finish learning Season of the Witch, Magic Dance, and Red Right Hand before the Halloween gig."

"I've almost got them down, but a Magic Dance is a little more complicated than I expected," Jackson said while getting up and grabbing his bass guitar. Before actually starting to rehearse though, he gave Indiana one last meaningful look. "If you do decide to tell the others, I'll be there for you."

Indiana shook her head. "I can't. Sidney doesn't need to know."

"It doesn't always have to be about protecting Sidney," Sophia told her gently. "She can handle the truth."

'No', Indiana thought, though not necessarily concerning the murder, 'she can't.'

☆︎ OCTOBER 31ST, 1995 ☆︎

The college Halloween party was easily the biggest gig The Woodsboro Killers had ever booked. It ended up getting moved to a frat house with a massive backyard, and the patio was cleared to make room for their instruments.

For the first twenty minutes or so, while people were still showing up and the sun was setting, the band played music without being bothered to sing the lyrics of songs.

Indiana was excited for the sun to go down, as the guy that hired them for the night, Ray, had something spectacular planned to really kick the party off. It was going to make her costume a million times better.

Sidney wasn't coming to the party. Ever since her mother's death, she rarely went anywhere that wasn't her house or school. But all of their other friends made an effort to be there — it wasn't every day they were let into college parties. But when they arrived and said they were friends with the band, some buff dumbass named Derek looked back at Jackson for confirmation. When the boy nodded, Derek let them all into the backyard.

"Oh, fuck me," Indiana had muttered under her breath when she spotted her friends in costume — when she spotted Billy's costume. It was a good thing she wasn't standing near her microphone as she played the notes of Hysteria.

He and Stu seemed to plan their costumes together. Stu looked great in a red and green Freddy Krueger sweater, complete with a brown fedora and some gloves with fake razors attached to the end. But Billy made Indiana's mouth water in the same crop top and sweatpants that Johnny Depp wore in the movie. He knew how much she loved his character and that outfit in particular.

Randy was dressed up as Dr. Grant from the Jurassic Park movie, which wasn't quite as eye-catching as Billy's toned stomach. Tatum looked to die for in a perfect Cher Horowitz costume, the yellow plaid looking great with her strawberry blonde hair.

Funny how she matched her costume with Sophia, who was Dionne Davenport, rather than her boyfriend. Then again, anyone could make the argument that Stu and Billy were basically each other's boyfriends already.

Isaiah made an amazing Marty McFly, and it took hours for them to perfect Jackson's zombie makeup, who was Michael Jackson from his Thriller music video. As for Indiana—

Fuck, Billy thought she looked gorgeous. She was up on stage with perfectly curled hair in a thin, pink slip dress made of silk. There was a cheap crown on her head as well, making him guess that she was some sort of princess that he just didn't recognize.

Finally, the time came when Ray rushed by the stage and shot Indiana a wink. They finished up the Guns N' Roses song they were playing, and then Indiana set her guitar on a stand near Jackson. As she moved back toward her microphone, she made sure to stand on the taped-off X on the patio.

"Happy Halloween!" Indy shouted into the mic. "Your buddy Ray—"

As she said his name, several of his fraternity brothers began barking like dogs, some inside joke that she didn't really get.

"—wants me to introduce my band before we really get this party started," Indiana kept talking. "Dionne, can you play a song with a fucking beat?" In response, Sophia started in on her drum set, grinning as everyone cheered. Really, she was playing Werewolves of London, and it'd sound more complete when the others joined in.

"Marty McFly over there is gonna tickle the keys for us," Indy then said, giggling a little as he joined in. Everyone recognized the song then.

"Then we got the one and only Michael Jackson on bass!" she exclaimed as he began playing. "And you can call me—"

"Well, that's Cassie," Jackson interrupted, speaking into his mic.

"No," Sophia came in, shaking her head. "Casey!"

"I'm pretty sure it's Carly, you guys," Isaiah played along, grinning.

Indiana rolled her eyes in annoyance. "My name is—"

Everyone screamed as thick, red blood fell onto Indiana, coming from a window above. Ray and Derek were hanging out of it, unable to stop themselves from shouting excitedly. Nearly every inch of her was covered in the substance, her hair and dress clinging to her like a scene out of a horror movie as she stumbled around the patio, wiping the blood from her eyes. Then Indiana grabbed her guitar to steady herself before turning back to the wide-eyed crowd — those nearest to the stage had red splattered on their faces.

The backyard was silent for a moment before the tipsy college students began to shout, yell, and jump around excitedly for the messy spectacle.

"Those in the splash zone can send their dry cleaning bill to Ray. He was just dying to help out when I told him what my costume was," Indiana said with a little laugh, readjusting her guitar. "We're The Woodsboro Killers. Something tells me you aren't gonna forget us now."

Then Indiana began the opening notes of Enter Sandman, the rest of the band following. Jackson took lead on the vocals while she backed him up. It didn't matter that she'd be cleaning corn syrup off her guitar for ages — the crowd's reaction was totally worth it. Even as they played, many of the frat boys ran over to the patio to scoop up some of the red liquid and throw it at their friends.

Billy felt like his feet were nailed to the floor and his eyes permanently glued to Indiana as she moved to the song. If he thought she looked beautiful before, she was downright fucking delicious now.

The twisted, psychotic part of him couldn't help but be turned on by the sight of Indiana covered in blood. In the back of his mind, he knew it wasn't really blood, but it didn't matter. It made her dress cling to her in a way that left very little to imagination — and Billy didn't have to imagine very hard with how close he'd been to sleeping with her just a month before.

And when the song reached the call and response praying part, Jackson stalked toward a wide-eyed Indiana who backed away, looking innocent and terrified for the performance.

"She's gonna fuckin' kill me, Stu," Billy groaned, something sick inside him stirring at the sight.

"We gotta stick to the plan, man," Stu mumbled under his breath. But he was just as enamored with Indiana as Billy was. "Sid has to... has to trust us so we aren't suspects — fuck it."

In an instant, Stu was gone. He wasted no time at all in getting Tatum shoved against the nearby fence, kissing the life out of her. If he couldn't have Indiana the way he wanted, he at least had a girl as great as Tatum. It made Billy's chest ache angrily because even if he did still love Sidney like he used to, it wasn't an option.

☆︎

The night went on, and Indiana continued to torture Billy as she danced around to songs like Love Potion Number Nine, Psycho Killer, and No One Lives Forever. She was totally in her element up there with her friends as everyone else danced around and enjoyed their Halloween night.

By the time Indiana made it home, it was nearing two in the morning, and she wasn't alone. Unfortunately, Halloween that year was on a Tuesday, meaning they all had to be at school in about six hours. So, all of their friends piled in Jackson's van and Billy's truck, agreeing to one large and short sleepover in the Winger living room.

Really, they knew that Virginia was the only adult figure who would maybe let them sleep in and get to school a few periods late rather than force them all to wake up and go to school on time with hangovers — the only ones that hadn't been drinking were the ones playing, as there hadn't been time to enjoy the cheap beer supplied by Ray.

"How long do you think it'll take to get all the corn syrup off you?" Randy asked. He was in the van with Indy, Tatum, Isaiah, and Sophia who was driving despite only having her learner's permit. Jackson opted to drive Stu and Billy in the truck.

The mixture of corn syrup and red food dye dried down after about twenty minutes, making Indiana a sticky mess for the whole night. Even now, she was sitting on a bunch of old towels to keep from ruining the cloth seats of the van.

"Just a mega-long shower that I'm really too sleepy to think about right now," Indiana groaned while rubbing her tired eyes. "It was so fucking worth it, though. Evidently, nothing is cooler to college kids than getting drenched in blood."

"Good thing Ray had a friend videotape it, because we're never doing that again," Sophia declared, shaking her head. None of it got on the sound equipment, but she'd been anxious about it ruining it for the first half of their set.

"I hope it looked as cool from the front as it did from behind my keyboard," Isaiah said, letting out a little yawn at the end. He'd never stayed up this late in his life.

"It was totally life-changing," Tatum assured them.

"The perfect homage to Carrie," Randy agreed. "You've definitely got to show me the tape when he gets you a copy."

"I knew you'd appreciate it," Indiana said, smiling at the film nerd as they pulled onto her street. "Hey, when we get out, make sure we tell the boys to be quiet. V actually had a day off today, and don't want to wake her up when we come in. She's always working so hard, and I want her to rest—"

Indiana cut herself off when they drove up to her house. Sophia couldn't park in the driveway because there was already another vehicle right next to Victoria's Honda.

A police car.

"That's my brother's cruiser," Tatum said with a frown, recognizing the dispatch number painted on the side of the car.

"Oh my god," Indiana muttered, dread settling in her stomach. Instantly, she feared the worst and scrambled out of the van. The lights on the cruiser weren't even flashing anymore — did that mean whatever tragedy occurred was over and there was nothing to be done?

She didn't wait for the others as she ran to her house. The front door was shut and locked, so with shaking hands, she got out her key and opened it.

The others were slower to respond, but finally, all her friends made it to the door, almost hesitant to enter. Indiana already barreled inside, needing to lay eyes on her sister and make sure she was okay — her bandmates could at least understand why she was so terrified all of the sudden.

"Virginia!" they heard her shouting. "Virginia, where — whoa! Fucking shit, Ew!"

All of them paused in the entryway, listening to the yelling that was coming from the living room.

"Indy, it's not what it looks like!"

"Really? It looked like Deputy Doofus' bare fucking ass is on our couch!"

"By god, Indiana, why are you covered in blood?"

"Why is your bare ass still on my couch, Dewey?"

With that, Tatum shut her eyes and then rushed into the living room, the others not far behind — they had their eyes open. And that meant they saw Dewey Riley rushing to wrap a blanket around his waist while Virginia glared at her little sister, completely covered by the tan shirt from Dewey's uniform.

"Oh, god," Virginia groaned when she saw the gaggle of teens that came in. "Fuck me."

"I think Deputy Dewey-Boy already took care of that, Nurse Winger," Stu said with a crooked grin.

Virginia glared at the boy as he snickered with Billy, Jackson, and Randy. "Go up to Indy's room, forget this happened, and maybe I won't tell all your parents that you were out drinking at a college party."

"Let us skip school tomorrow," Indiana added, raising an eyebrow. "And have the couch cushions dry cleaned."

"Go upstairs!" Virginia hissed.

"Fine, but use your fucking bedroom next time," she replied before stomping up the stairs, the others following while giggling to themselves.

"Your cruiser is blocked in on all sides, Officer Riley," Isaiah managed to tell him before disappearing as well.

"You can open your eyes now, Tate," Sophia told the girl once they were safely on the stairs.

"I'm gonna barf," Tatum grumbled.

Indiana looked back at her over her shoulder, smirking evilly. "Not to make it worse, but your brother's dick is—"

"I'll fucking kill you, Indy!"
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