Unfortunately I hadnt made it in time. My teacher was not pleased but hopefully I can make up for my tardiness through my work.

I plank myself down in the only empty seat at the front of the class. I could feel everybodies eyes burning holes into the back of my skull.

"Everybody, this is Lila Dupres." The teacher speaks up. "She is our newest student."

I hear unenthusiastic 'hello's from the students around me.

"Before we were rudely interrupted-" the teacher shoots me a angry glare. "We were talking about how what happened in the theatre was a direct result of the movie itself."

"What happened?" I speak before raising my hand.

The teacher shakes his head and Randy speaks up.

"There were two murders at the screening of Stab last night. Maureen Evans and Phil Stevens."

My heart sinks into my stomach.

"Movies are not responsible for our actions. Bottom line." A pretty blonde haired girl chimes in, I later found out her name was Cici.

"Its a classic case of life, imitating art, imitating life." Someone retorts. It's the guy I had run into in the hallway earlier.

The students continue arguing back and forth between each other, the teacher stepping in now and then to highlight a particular point.

I hadnt had much of a chance to process the murders, so the way that they spoke about the deaths so non-chalantly made me a little anxious.

***

I kept quiet for the rest of my classes, scribbling down notes as the teacher said to do so until the bell rings, signaling the start of lunch break.

I grab a tray in the cafeteria. The place was packed. I frantically look around for a place to sit.

"Hey, Lila! Over here!" I hear Randy's voice as he waves me over.

He points to a seat at the end of the table and I sit. There was a couple of people at the table I did not recognize from any of my classes.

"So this is Hallie." Randy points to a beautiful black girl that sat beside him, then begins to introduce everybody around the table.

"This is Derek, Sidney's lover." He teases as he points to a broadly built guy with dark hair.

"Well, you know Sidney of course." He laughs.

"And this is-" before Randy is able to finish the guy butts in.

"Mickey- Mickey Altieri." He introduces himself. It's the boy from my class I had run into earlier that day. He extends his hand over the table and I shake it.

"It's nice to meet you all." I smile, shoveling a fork full of my mashed potatoes into my mouth. It was extremely bland.

"So Randy said you like scary movies?" Mickey tries to make conversation and I nod.

"She's named after the character from Psycho, isn't that cool?" Randy intercepts. "Her father is a horror lover as well."

Mickey smiles, wrinkles forming around his eyes.

"So what's your favorite?" He asks.

"Definately 'A Nightmare on Elm Street.'" My eyes light up, any excuse to talk about that movie gets me pumped. He notices this and keeps the conversation going.

"Which one?" He grins.

For the rest of lunch period we talk horror with the occasional comment from Randy. I throughly enjoy it.

As I throw away my trash and get up to leave, he grabs me by the arm.

"There's a party tonight, are you going?" He asks enthusiastically.

"Oh no, probably not." I sigh. "Today is only my first day, I dont really know anybody here."

"I think you should, it's a great way to meet people." He grins. "And I'll be there... it'll be fun."

"Hmm..." I bite the inside of my cheek. "Alright."

He gives me all of the details and leaves with a smug expression.

***

After classes are over I head back to my dorm room to get my homework done, party or not I was not slacking on my grades.

When I get back my roommate is there, I hadn't met her yet. She sits at the desk, scratching something down in her notebook.

"Hey, my name is Lila." I introduce myself and she peers up at me.

Her hair was platinum blonde and pin straight. She wore a skimpy tank top with her belly button showing and a short tennis skirt.

She gives me a look of disgust, her eyes rolling back in her head.

"Of course I'm stuck with you." She groans. What a bitch.

She goes back to writing, completely ignoring me.

"Do you mind if I use the desk?" I ask politely.

"Are you blind? I'm using it." She spat.

"Yes but I need to use the computer, can't you write somewhere else?"

She snaps her textbook closed, shoving it under her shoulder and jumping to her feet.

"Whatever. I didn't want to be here with you anyway." She leaves in a huff.

What is her problem? I shake my head and sit down to the desk, the seat was still warm. I turn on the computer and begin to type, I had to write a movie script for film class.

As I finish the last couple of paragraphs the sun ducks underneath the horizon and my room is only filled with the light of the computer monitor. I almost forgot I had a party to attend.

I turn on the lights and turn off the computer, making sure to save my project so all of my progress would not be lost. I spent way too much time planning every detail to lose it.

I change my outfit, putting on a slim fit purple velvet dress with spaghetti straps. I swap my dark lipstick for some gloss and roll some scented body glitter across my collarbone. I pull on some strappy heels for a final touch. I'm about to be the hottest girl at that party.

I exit my dorm and try to recall the name of the sorority house I was going to. All of them had names with strange Greek letters... beta-zeta-omega-lambda... I couldn't remeber.

The breeze was cool and crisp for an August night. I listen carefully for the sound of people or music, but all I can hear is the sound of my heels clicking against the pavement.

Alpha-delta-gamma... ok, this is starting to piss me off now.

I see a shadowy black figure move in the corner of my eye. Perhaps they are leaving the party?

"Hey!" I shout into the air. "Can you help me!?"

The figure turns toward me and my heart stops. Somebody was dressed up in a Ghostface costume. When they saw me they immediately started running into the trees.

I walk in the direction that the costumed person had come from- and sure enough, it lead me right to the party. It was probably some drunk trying to play a sick prank.

The place was filled with flashing disco lights and smoke. People dance together, grinding against each other-drinks in hand. I have to shimmy past a couple making out in the doorway to get to the beer table.

I pop the can and bring it to my lips. I have a problem holding my alcohol, so I don't drink often... but it was a Friday night and I didn't have classes tomorrow... so why the hell not?

'Mr. Vain' By Culture Beat booms on the speakers. I absolutely love this song. I make my way to the dance floor, swaying my hips to the beat.

I dance with my beer in the air, enjoying myself.

Suddenly I feel somebody's arms snake around my waist. I look up over my shoulder, it's a guy from my class who's name I cannot remember. His dark hair- slicked with gel- falls infront of his face as he sways along with me to the music.

As the song changes I turn myself around. His arms move from my waist down onto my hips and we continue to sway. He leans forward, pressing his cheek against mine.

"How about we get out of this place, hmm?" He whispers in my ear. I can smell the alcohol on his breath.

"No thanks. I'm not done dancing yet." I bluntly reject him. He was really good looking but one night stands just arnt my thing.

He doesn't take no for an answer, his hands make their way up the back of my skirt. I shove him away by his chest.

"Stop!" I snap.

"What's the matter? Not a fan of PDA? We can find somewhere more private."

He leans toward me again and I smack him across his face.

"What the fuck!?" He growls. "What's wrong with you!?"

"Youre disgusting. Get out of my sight." I cross my arms.

"Fat bitch. Your lucky anybody even considered sleeping with you."

I'm not fat, but I'm not small either. I'm sort of in the middle- which makes it difficult to shop for clothes.

Regardless, I know my worth.

"Yeah, yeah. Kiss my ass dipshit." I hiss. "Go find another girl to assault."

He gives me a repulsed look before storming off.

I sigh, shaking my can of beer, it was empty. I was not even close to being drunk enough to deal with this shit. That means it's time for another.

I turn to head toward the beer table once again and I run into somebodys chest. It was Mickey.

"You really like running into me, don't you?" He grins as I readjust my nose ring.

"Apparently."

He has a beer in each hand, extending one toward me. I gladly take it.

"I saw you smack the soul out of that dude. What happened?" He laughs.

"He got a little too handsy." I popped the can, taking a sip. "He deserved it."

"He definitely deserved it." He chuckles.

"Do you want to dance?" He jokes. "I promise to keep my hands to myself."

I grin and the song switches to 'Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go' by Wham!. I take him by the hand and pull him out to the center of the dance floor.

We twist together to the music. I start to lip sync along, using my beer can as a microphone. He bursts into laughter, clapping with the beat.

It's the most fun I've had in a while... but it is short lived.

Somebody shouts something into the crowd and everybody starts running from the building in a panic.

"What's going on?" I look around in bewilderment.

"I don't know..." He furrows his brows. "But if everybody is getting out of here we probably should too."

He takes me by the hand and leads me through the crowd. I am getting pushed and shoved from every direction, I press myself as closely as I can into Mickey's back to avoid some of the blow.

When we get outside I take a step back, the fresh air was nice on my flushed face.

"Cici's dead!" Somebody shouts.

"What?" My heart rises into my throat.

"She was just murdered- stabbed and thrown off the balcony of her sorority." Somebody answers my question.

It's happening again... I thought all of this murder stuff was behind me. First the massacre in Woodsboro, now here. Death just likes to follow me around.

I remeber the costumed person I had met earlier, was I really face to face with the killer?

"Lila, are you alright?"

"Huh...?"

"You look like you're going to be sick." Mickey looks at me with concern.

He was right. Between the anxious knots in my stomach and the alcohol I had just downed, I wanted to vomit.

In spite of the news and the fear that surrounded us, he seemed rather calm. Am I just over reacting? Or is he just not normal?

He helped me back to my dorm, I didn't feel safe walking alone and my legs were beginning to feel unsteady.

We part ways at the door and I stumble up to my room. Throwing myself down onto my bed.

I close my eyes. Perhaps I'll wake up tomorrow and realize that this part of the night was all a bad dream. That no murder had actually occurred and the college grounds are perfectly safe.

Right?