CHAPTER SEVEN.

REST IN HELL

CYNTHIA found Sidney and Tatum exiting the school and jogged to catch up with them. They were talking about the scare Sidney had in the bathroom when she approached. Sidney was insisting that it was the real guy while Tatum attempted to reassure her that it was only a prank. 

Cynthia smiled at the girl, "Don't worry, you can knock him out with your killer right hook."

Sidney chuckled, "Thanks Cyn." As they crossed the courtyard, Stu somehow found them. When Cynthia noticed where he had come from she shook her head. He had hopped up from the school's flower bed with a flower in his hand. 

He stepped in line with them, "Kizzo-kaskizzo is— is out." He presented Cynthia with the flower and she smiled gratefully as she tucked it behind her ear. He looked at Sidney, "Darling, I don't know what you did but on behalf of the entire student body we all say thank you!"

Tatum hit him, "Drop it, Stu."

Stu turned and picked up the smaller blonde in his arms. Cynthia smiled as he lifted her over his shoulders, "Yo I say, impromptu party tomorrow night, my house. Celebrate this little siesta. What do you say?" He tapped Cynthia's butt, letting her know he was putting her down. She stepped back onto the ground and his arm wound around her shoulder.

"Are you serious?" Sidney asked incredulously. Clearly, she couldn't believe that Stu was having a party at a time like this, but Sidney had yet to learn Stu didn't care about timing. 

"Why not tonight?" Cynthia asked looking up at him. 

"Parents are leaving tomorrow, babe," he tapped her on the nose, a goofy smile spreading across his lips, "That's if Tatum, the little vixen, doesn't invite the entire world, we'll be fine. Intimate gathering, intimate friends," he gave Cynthia an overdramatic wink. 

Tatum smiled at the idea, "What do you say, Sid? I mean, pathos could have its perks."

Stu gripped Cynthia's hand, twirling her around and dipping her gently, "Totally protected. I am so buff. I got you covered, girl." He released Cynthia from the position and he leaned down to kiss her neck as they stopped. Tatum gave her a look and she nudged him. 

"Come on Sid, it could be fun," Tatum said. 

"Okay. Whatever."

"Yeah? Nice," Stu smiled brightly. 

Cynthia leaned back to look at him, "Darling, have you seen Billy? I'm supposed to give him a ride home."

"Yeah, I think he's back at school. Come on, baby, I'll help you find him. You guys bring food alright?" He pointed to the two girls as they walked off. Cynthia shouted her goodbyes and shook her head. 

Stu's hand slipped into hers as he pulled her back to the school. They walked around for a bit, attempting to find Billy, but eventually, they ended up back at her car, where the boy was, leaning against it. 

She bounded up to him, engulfing him in a comforting hug, "How was your day? Did they whisper?"

"Of course they did. I'm the hot topic," Billy responded. 

Stu caged her in, resting his head on hers, "You sure are hot Billy-boy."

Cynthia chuckled at Stu's shameless flirting. Billy simply rolled his eyes, used to his antics. Cynthia unlocked the car and the three got in. She wasn't sure how Stu decided that he was going with them, but she assumed he'd been dropped off by his mother that morning. She tore out of the parking lot, music blasting in her trail. 

Inside the school, Principal Himbry was messing around with the Ghostface mask. He pulled it over his head and looked at himself in the mirror. He growled making a show of being scary, though he just looked like an idiot. Suddenly, a knock sounded on the door. He ripped the mask off and turned toward it. He saw no one in the frosted window and became confused. 

He opened the door and looked out into the corridor, which was empty, "Yes? Hello?" He stepped back into his office and closed the door. As he turned back toward the mirror, Ghostface mask in hand, he jumped at the sight of it in the reflection. Once he composed himself, he fixed his hair before another knock sounded at the door. 

He jumped toward it and ripped it open, finding no one in the corridor once more. He huffed, throwing the mask back inside his office, and venturing out into the main office. He looked around at the desks, finding no one hiding. He then moved toward the main corridor, "Damn little shits," he muttered. 

"What'd you call me?" one of the janitors questioned, "Huh?"

"Not you, Fred," Himbry apologised. The whole thing to him was strange but he dismissed it as he re-entered his office. He noticed something off as the once-open closet door was now closed. 

He carefully approached it and tore it open, rifling through the clothes he had hung there. He sighed in relief and once more jumped at the sight of his own reflection in the mirror. He closed the closet doors.

Himbry glanced through the open door and moved toward the corridor, peeking out once more for clarity. He sighed, turning toward his desk and simultaneously closing his door. He was unaware that Ghostface had been hidden behind it the entire time. He heard the step toward him and turned in panic, only to be met with Ghostface's blade through the stomach. 

Himbry screamed loudly as Ghostface pulled the knife out and stabbed him repeatedly. Blood oozed from his wounds as he collapsed to the ground, the last thing he saw was the looming Ghostface mask over him. 

Ghostface put the bloodied blade into their clothed hand and wiped it free of the substance. They turned, and exited the room, dragging the body with them. They moved onto the field, Himbry's head hitting every bump along the way. They dropped the body, eyeing the lone football player, practising kicks. 

Ghostface approached like a looming cloud. The boy turned, revealing Jesse Duncan. He chuckled at the mask, "Yo, Carpenter, I thought Himbry suspended you for this shit." As Ghostface paused in front of him, he punched their shoulder lightly, "What you're not gonna say anything?"

"Rest in hell," Ghostface plunged their knife deep into his forehead, the cavity immediately spurting blood across the white mask. Ghostface felt satisfaction as they pulled the knife from the boy's head. He dropped like a sack of potatoes and Ghostface wiped the blood from the knife. 

Then, Ghostface brought the other body over and they began to string up the bodies to the field goal. Ghostface heaved the bodies up and stepped back. They admired their work before walking off to the woods behind the field. Luckily for them, no one should find them until tomorrow. And then, Act Three could begin.