CHAPTER FOUR.

THE KILLER

AFTER Billy had dropped her home, Cynthia received a call from Tatum. The girl wanted her to come over for a sleepover with her and Sidney. Though the blonde wasn't up to socialising with the two, she accepted anyway, wanting to escape her house that still swarmed with reporters. She'd forgotten about them during the day and when she arrived home and saw them she panicked. They had lessened over the day, but now they were back in full force. 

Cynthia looked at two sets of night clothes, trying to decide which one to take. As her brows furrowed, a familiar voice spoke behind her, "Go with the cream one."

Cynthia jumped and let out a small scream, whipping around. Stu laughed at her expression as he flopped onto her bed casually, "Jesus, you gave me a fright."

"I'm not Jesus, I'm Stu," he smiled. 

Cynthia glared. Stu raised his hands in defence and she sighed, throwing the cream night clothes into her overnight bag. She collapsed beside him and rolled over to face him. He did the same and for a moment, the two stared at each other, drinking each other in. 

"So why are you here?" she asked. Don't get her wrong; she loved that he was here and she loved his company, but it was slightly spontaneous. 

Stu shrugged and spoke quietly, "I was bored. Wanted to see you. Is that so much to ask Thia?" His blue eyes stared at her deeply, and she felt like she was drowning in them. Now, up close, she could see the specks of green in his eyes. They flickered around her face, settling on her lips, before pulling back up to her own eyes. 

A smirk pulled at her lips, "What are you thinking about, Macher."

"How much I want to kiss you," Stu replied in utter seriousness. 

The smirk turned into a full-blown smile as a blush rushed up her neck, "Then do it," she whispered. He needed no more words. He pushed forward, capturing her lips with his own. Cynthia smiled to herself and kissed him back. 

His hand gently rested on her waist until her own snaked up, her fingers playing with the hairs at the base of his neck. He gripped her tightly as though she was only a figment of his imagination. He pulled her almost impossibly closer, and Cynthia rolled onto her back. 

Stu shifted so he was hovering over her, his large body practically covering her, trapping her between him and the bed. His hand began to wander, moving from her waist to her side, caressing her delicate skin. He couldn't help but notice her lips tasted faintly of cherry. It drove him wild. He kissed her eagerly, like a man starved. 

Cynthia arched into him more. She wanted him closer, even though there was no more space between them. She couldn't help but want to stay like this forever as Stu's lips travelled, continuing their assault on her neck. A whimper escaped her lips as he sucked at the space her neck and shoulders connected. She tugged at his hair in response, and he pulled back. 

"Fuck, you look so good underneath me," his eyes trailed her body, staying slightly longer on the exposed parts of her. 

Cynthia caught sight of the clock behind his head and mentally sighed. She pushed herself to her hands and kissed him once more. Though she could feel his need, she pulled back, "I have to start getting ready. Tatum's gonna be here in like 20 minutes, and then we have to go pick up Sid. And I don't think Tatum will be happy to know I've just been kissing her ex."

"I don't care about her," Stu waved off, pulling her by her legs and into his lap, causing her to straddle him. His arms circled her waist, and he buried his head into her neck. He kissed her in that spot, and she was tempted to lose herself in him again, Tatum be damned. However, she resisted. 

She pushed him away slightly and looked down, "How'd you get here? Billy drop you off?"

"No, I drove. Billy-boy's at home probably pacing and thinking about what he's going to say to Sid."

"Sid?"

"Yeah, he's breaking up with her," Stu shrugged. Cynthia paused. He hadn't mentioned it when he drove her home, and she found it strange. When she voiced this, Stu shrugged again, "I don't know, babe. Maybe he forgot?"

"Billy doesn't forget things," Cynthia mumbled to herself. Stu hummed, and she shook her head, "Doesn't matter. You really have to go. I have to get ready."

Stu groaned as she shuffled out of his lap. He got off the bed and walked toward the door. He turned back with a pout, "No goodbye kiss, baby?"

Cynthia smiled and bounded toward him, stepping on her tiptoes to kiss him more easily. Stu smirked into the kiss, his hands settling on her waist. Cynthia detached herself from him and pushed him out of the door, saying, "Go!"

She closed the door behind him, and a moment later, she heard her back door close. Cynthia turned back to her things and began to pack. Ten minutes later, Tatum called. She explained that she was running late and was now heading to the video store. Cynthia replied that it was fine before she hung up. 

The phone rang again, and she picked it up, "Hello?"

"Hi, doll."

"You," Cynthia voiced venomously, "You threw a fucking chair at me!"

"And then I didn't kill you, be grateful," he responded with a small chuckle.

"What do you want?"

"With you, nothing. You're not my target tonight, so you can relax. Maybe take a bath, watch a movie. Speaking of, what's your favourite scary movie?" he questioned. 

Cynthia chuckled, "My life. I'm hanging up, goodbye asshole."

"No—" he was cut off as Cynthia put the phone back on the wall. She composed herself and picked up her overnight bag. A honk came from outside as she descended the stairs. She took up her keys, locked the door and got into Tatum's car. 

The other blonde started to apologise about being late, stating that cheerleading practice had run over for far too long and their captain just didn't want to let them go. They drove the short drive to Sidney's house and when they pulled up outside, police cars were there and in an ambulance sat Sidney. 

The two scrambled out of the car, "Oh shit! Sid!" The two ran to her as a police car pulled away, "God, Sid, I'm so sorry I was late, are you alright?"

Dewey, Tatum's older brother, started to pull her away, "Tatum, you can't be here. This is an official crime scene."

"It's okay," Sidney replied as Tatum shrugged from her brother's hold. 

The blonde hissed to her brother, "Her dad's out of town, alright? She and Cynthia are staying with us tonight."

"Does Mom know?" Dewey asked. 

Tatum rolled her eyes at him, "Yes, doofus." 

Sherrif Burke spoke to Sidney as he helped her out of the back of the ambulance. Another officer led Sidney to the police car before the brunette stopped and looked at Cynthia, "It was Billy."

"Excuse me?"

"Billy. He's the killer."