As I enter the dorm and make my way up to my room I pull my keys out of my pocket, it was a lot later than I expected.

I try to be as quiet as possible as to not wake my roommate.

I slowly slide into the room, gently closing and locking the door behind me. I round the small corner to go to the bathroom and...

*CRASH*

I get hit in the face with a blunt glass object that shatters in my face. I fall onto my hands and knees and blood rushes down from my forehead into my eye.

"What the hell!?" I scream.

I look up, my roommate stands above me with with the neck of a broken vase in her hand.

She looks rough. Her makeup ran down her face and he hair is disscheveled. She was shivering like a chihuahua.

"I'm sorry! I panicked!"

"Why are you so on edge?" I ask as I pick myself up off of the floor, using the wall as support. My head was spinning.

"I got a call, Lila!" Tears began to stream down her face. "From the killer!"

"Isn't he in jail?" I use the sleeve of my shirt to wipe the blood from my eye. "He probably just called you from there to mess with you."

"You don't know that!" She grabs onto both of my arms, shaking me violently. "What if he isn't the real killer!? What if there's more than one like before!?"

Her shaking makes me sick, I push her away with my free arm.

"You'll be alright. Now go to bed." I groan.

"Only if you stay with me. Don't leave my side, okay!?" She begs.

I nod and she hesitantly crawls under the covers, not even bothering to change.

I grab a pair of pj's from my drawer and get dressed in the bathroom. I check myself in the mirror, I had a deep slit through my eyebrow.

I use a damp facecloth to clean my face and cover the wound in a large knee-sized bandaid. Then crawl into bed.

I struggle to sleep that night, listening to the mournful whimpers of my roommate as she cries in fear.

***

I miss most of my classes, I ended up sleeping in.

Once I did get up I made my way straight to the nurses office, my wound had bled through my bandaid and stained my pillow case.

My roommate had planned to tag along with me but fortunately i had convinced her that the killer wouldn't attack her in a crowd. We know from the murder at the Stab screening that was not true, but she took the bait anyway.

I flinched as the nurse squeezed my wound together with glue.

"I'm going to need to give you a couple of stitches... because it's right on the brow bone the glue probably won't be enough."

She pulls out a sterile needle and thread and I resist the urge to pull away as she sews my wound shut.

"Youre good to go." She wipes it clean with an alcohol swab.

"Thanks..." I sigh and make my way to the next class. I really didn't feel like it. My head still throbbed.

"Hey, Lila! Where've you been?" Randy waves as him and the others run up to me in the hallway.

"Woah, are you alright?" Derek asks, referring to the stitches in my eyebrow.

"No, I got ambushed by my roommate last night." I grumble. "She got a call from 'the killer' and now she's losing her shit."

"What?" Sidney blinks. "She's being targeted? I thought he was in jail?"

"I don't know... I really don't want to think about it right now, I've got a lot going on in my head." I push my hair infront of my wound, trying to hide it.

"I think it looks badass." Randy grins. "You look like a super villan."

"Thanks." I say with obvious sarcasm.

We all walk to class together, sitting in our respective seats.

As the teacher gets his papers prepaired I feel a pencil poke my shoulder blade.

I turn my head, it's Mickey. I haven't spoken to him since last night.

He uses his pencil to poke his eyebrow, asking what had happening without saying any words.

The teacher speaks and I look back toward the front of the class, I really didn't feel like talking to him right now.

Although I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy last night the images I had seen on his camera still play through my mind like a slide show. I couldn't help but feel tension between us.

The teacher goes around collecting our scripts. I notice my roommate pull hers out- she sat in the seat beside me- and I cannot believe my eyes.

It was my script. You know, the one I had lost.

I cannot focus through the class, my heart raced. I had to confront her.

After the bell rings for lunch break I catch her out in the cafeteria, my teeth gritting in frustration.

"You stole my script." I hiss.

"What are you talking about?" She plays dumb.

"The script that I spent hours writing. The one that I thought I had lost." I growl. "How dare you!"

"You passed in another script, so what's the big deal?" She puts her hands on her hips.

"The big deal is I poured my heart and soul into it!" I raise my voice. "And you're going to get the credit for it."

She looks unphased by my anger which just frustrates me more.

"I hope the killer does get you!" I spat. "You deserve it you fucking bimbo!"

At this point everybodies eyes are on us. I hadn't realized how heated I had actually gotten.

"Get away from me, freak." She backs away, running into the crowd of students.

I was not a freak when she thought she was going to die last night.

My forehead pangs and I rest a hand on it. I need to calm down.

"Everybody mind your own business."   Mickey approaches me, shouting at the crowd. "Go away."

The students start to dissipate and I let out an exhausted sigh.

"She really stole your script?" his face was full of sorrow.

I nod.

He wraps his arms around me as an attempt to comfort me but it just makes me more tense.

"Lila." He says my name in almost a whisper, it sends a shiver down my spine. "I know now is probably not the time... but there's something I want to talk to you about."

"There's something I want to talk to you about too..." I keep my head against his chest, I can't bear to make eye contact right now.

"What is it?" He lets me out of his embrace, still keeping his hands around my arms.

"Y-you go first." A knot forms in my throat and I chicken out.

"I really enjoy spending time with you..." He looks down and smiles. "And I'd like to be more than just friends with you."

My lungs tighten and I lose my breath. I feel light headed.

"I can't... we can't..." I stutter trying to find the right words.

His face immediately falls cold. His expression a mixture of anger and sadness. I've yet to see his eyes look so lifeless.

"What?... why not?" He asks under his breath.

"I don't really want to talk about it right now." I pull away from his grip, I can't bring myself to explain.

I hear him mumble something along the lines of 'I'll make you change your mind.' As I walk away.

I sit at the lunch table with the others in my usual spot. Mickey sits beside me in his as well. I can feel his eyes burning a hole through the side of my head.

"Did you hear the rumors?" Derek asks.

"No, what now?"

"The police checked their call records, there was no call made from the jail to your dorm room."

"So either the person who called wasn't actually the killer, or they arrested the wrong man." Randy chimes in.  "Or there's more than one like last time. Kinda creepy to think, huh?"

"I think you should be careful, Lila." Sidney adds. "It seems like the killer may target you next."

"I'm not afraid of some asshole in a cheap halloween costume." I shake my head.

"You should be." Mickey suddenly speaks up, almost sounding threatening. It catches me off guard.

"She doesn't have to be afraid, the two most important horror movie rules are that the gays and the virgins always survive." Randy teases.

"How many times do I have to say I'm not gay." I groan.

"Buuut... you are a virgin." Randy grins.

I scoop up some mashed potato on my plastic spoon, using it as a catapult. The potato sticks to the side of Randy's face.

"Shut up, dipshit."

He laughs, wiping his cheek clean with his sleeve.

"You never know, that could change in the sequel." Mickey states.

"This isn't a movie, guys." Hallie butts in. "This is real life."

"It could be a movie some day." Mickey grins.