𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋. 𝙀𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 ─── 𝖲𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖮𝖭 𝟭
❝ 𝖲𝖮𝖢𝖨𝖤𝖳𝖸 𝖮𝖥 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗞𝗘𝗥𝗦 ❞
❪ 𝙏𝘼𝙋𝙀 𝙏𝙒𝙊, 𝘚𝘐𝘋𝘌 𝘉 ❫

𝟢𝟪. ╱ ✷ ❝ be 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹. and 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁
get 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 ❞

"𝙎𝙃𝙃. 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 next one, you need to be very, very quiet. Because you're about to do something very wrong. Be careful. And don't get caught."

"Have you ever wondered what it would be like to watch someone? To invade someone's privacy? Do you ever wonder what secrets you might uncover? What skeletons you might turn up?"

"Well, for this next one, you're about to find out. A-4 on your maps, kids."

Clay rode his bike down the street, his destination being the place on the map that Hannah had left behind, but not without forgetting to send Riley a quick text message asking her to cover for him if his parents asked where he was.

"Now, don't say you're too afraid or that you don't feel comfortable doing this kind of thing, because guess what? You spy on people everyday. We're always watching someone. Following someone. And being followed."

"Facebook, Twitter, Instagram...they've made us a society of stalkers. And we love it. Of course, stalking someone in real life is a whole 'nother thing. That's right. I had a stalker. And if you've made it to A-4, you're outside his window. Just like I am...right now."

"Any guesses yet? No? Well, stay tuned to hear about the skeletons he dug up. For now...let's see if he's got any of his own. I get that it's a thrill...looking into someone's life. My heart's pounding right now. Can you hear it? Listen."

"Marcus!" Clay jumps as the boy touches his shoulder, having snuck up behind him. "What the hell...? What are you doing?"

"Sorry, okay? I said your name, like three times." Marcus Cole tells him.

"What are you....wearing?" Clay asked, looking over the boy.

"Oh, I totally forgot." Marcus pushes a few buttons on the sombrero he had on top of his head, the sounds of thunder coming from it, "I'm El Nino. The tropical storm? No? Okay. Wow, I really hope you're not one of the judges tomorrow, 'cause--,"

"Marcus, what are you doing?"

"The costume contest. Two hundred bucks."

"Here...what are you doing out here?" Clay asked again.

"Oh. I heard you, man." Marcus tells him, "The car alarm. I live right over there. Besides, you're not the first one to look at the famous window. We all did it. And we all took our shot."

"Wait, "we"? Are you on the...,"Clay asked Marcus, trailing off as the boy nods his head in confirmation, "Why? What did you do?"

"Who knows? Okay?" He shrugged, "I didn't listen. I just started each tape till I heard who it was, figured out who came after me, and passed 'em on."

"But what about the two other sets? Hannah said that if we don't listen--,"

Marcus cuts him off, "Hannah said. Dude, Hannah's dead. I'm sorry, but it's true. Nothing anyone did to her was any different than what happens to every girl at every high school. She just wanted attention. And leaving those tapes? That's a fucked up thing to do! Riley was a mess after she listened to them. No one deserves that."

One of the lights in the house flickered in, causing the two boys to crouch down.

"Except maybe that psycho."

Clay looked towards the bedroom window, seeing the brown haired boy walking around the room, "Tyler Down?"

"Dude, listen. Take your shot and pass those things on, man." Marcus handed the Jensen boy a rock, "You'll feel better."

Clay watches the boy and his father from his crouched position behind the bush.

"Welcome to your tape, Tyler Down. So tell me...when did it start? How long were you watching me, Tyler? I didn't really think anything of it at first. Must have been the sound of a tree branch in the wind. But the sound followed me. I was too scared to move...even to shut the blinds."

"I didn't sleep much that night. You should know. But then, the pictures you took that night aren't the reason you're on this tape, are they? We're talking about one in particular."

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"𝗛𝗘𝗬." 𝗥𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗬 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗗𝗗𝗟𝗘𝗦 Scott's waist as he laid asleep on his back in her bed, one arm thrown over his eyes so that he could block the sun coming from her open blinds, "Wake up, Scott."

"I'm trying to sleep." Scott mumbled, moving his arm to wrap around her waist and turning the two over so that they were both laying on their sides, Riley's legs still wrapped around him, "Go back to sleep."

A knock on the door makes the two teens freeze, "Riley? Honey, can I talk to you?"

"Just a second!" She calls back, both teens rushing to get out of the bed, "Okay, out the window. Out the window!"

Scott pushes the window open in the room, climbing out before poking his head back into the house, "What? No kiss goodbye?"

The blonde rolls her eyes at her boyfriend, moving to kiss him before pushing at his chest, "Now, go before our neighbor sees you and decided to tell Aunt Lainie that some half assed shirtless teen was on her roof."

Once the window was closed, Riley crossed the small bedroom and unlocked the door, pulling it open to find her Uncle standing there, "Yeah?"

"So, I talked to your aunt." Matt tells her, "And you aren't grounded. But she does want you and Clay to start keeping your doors open, literal and figurative. Oh, and it's just us for breakfast, does cereal sound good?"

"Yeah. Sounds great."

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"𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗚𝗨𝗬𝗦 look so fucking stupid." Riley tells Zach and Bryce as the three of them walk down the hallway, "I mean, seriously? Goggles and a snorkel?"

"We don't see you getting dressed up, Lee." Zach looked down at the girl.

"That's because the whole costume contest is stupid as fuck." She tells him, "I mean, those two are literally a glass of milk and a giant cookie. They aren't winning shit!"

"Jensen!" Bryce called as they turned the corner where Clay and Alex were walking together, "Nice work last night, buddy. You can hold your booze."

"Yeah, I bet he puked like a bitch." Zach laughed.

"Fuck you, Dempsey." Bryce said, "You puked on three wine coolers last weekend."

"Yeah, because they were strawberry." Zach defends himself, "I'm allergic."

"Oh, baby, no." Riley shakes her head at Alex as she grabs the sides of his face, "Dumbass and asshole talked you into the goggles and snorkel, too?"

Alex shrugged with a lazy smirk on his face, "Didn't have anything better to do."

"I'm having a Halloween thing at my place, super small." Bryce tells Clay as Riley and Alex tune back into the real conversation, "Alex will be there."

"I uh, I'll think about it." Clay glanced at his cousin.

"What? You got something else to do?" The Walker boy asked.

"How about French?" Tony walked between the Jensen cousins, resting his elbow on Clay's shoulder and wrapping his arm around Riley's, "Madame Steinburg. You needed help with the homework."

"Why would I need your help....," Tony squeezed his shoulder, "I mean, yeah, sure. Whatever."

"Think about it, Jensen." Bryce says as the bell rings, "Riley, you should come to."

"No, thanks."

"I have a better grade than you in French." Clay tells Tony once the boys are gone.

"He was just trying to help." Riley tells her cousin.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Where was your help last night? Where'd you go?" Clay questioned Tony.

"I had a family thing." The male looked over at Riley, who shrugged.

"Family thing?"

"Yeah."

"That's good."

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"𝗛𝗘𝗬, 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗙𝗨𝗟." 𝗦𝗖𝗢𝗧𝗧 kissed the top of Riley's head as he sits down next to her in the library.

"Hey." She mumbles back, eyes glued to the History textbook in front of her, "Why aren't you with the others?"

"Hmm, spend my free period with a bunch of jokes, or watch a beautiful girl study for her AP History test? I think I'll take the beautiful girl." He leans forward on his elbows, "Need any help?"

"You don't take AP History." Riley looks up at him.

"Yeah, but I'm good at reading the questions from the book."

"Oh, you're good at reading the questions from the book?" Riley raised an eyebrow, her voice coming out in a teasing manner.

"Yeah, at reading the questions."

"Maybe later. Shouldn't we be seeing which one of our dumbass friends is gonna win the contest?" She asked, standing up and putting her stuff back into her backpack.

"Oh, you're claiming Bryce as one of your friends now?" Scott threw an arm around her shoulder as the two started to walk towards the gym.

"Never."

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"𝗢𝗞𝗔𝗬, 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗕𝗢𝗗𝗬! 𝗗𝗥𝗨𝗠𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗟, please!" Courtney walked around the gym floor in her Katy Perry costume, the students filling the bleachers stomping their feet, "Tight race, you guys, but I think we've narrowed down our finalists. We're gonna choose the winner by applause. The costume with the most applause takes home two hundred smackers, so...Mud Divers!"

"They are so stupid." Riley groaned, leaning more into Scott as they watched Bryce jump onto Zach's back, pretending to dive.

Scott chuckled, "Glad I decided not to do it with them then."

"They asked you to do it?"

Scott nodded, "I remember when you and Jeff did this contest and one last year."

"Of course we won." Riley scoffed, "Who wouldn't want Sam and Dean to win?"

"You did make a pretty hot Dean."

Riley rolled her eyes, "That's because I was too short to be Sam."

"Okay, okay, okay. Ladies and gents, I think we have a winner!" Courtney points over to Jessica and Justin, "Justin and Jessica as sexy punk rockers!"

"Sid and Nancy, for fuck's sakes." Riley grumbled.