Don't Blame Me — Ethan Landry
Sophie Riley Macher, daughter of Stu Macher and Tatum Riley, moves from Woodsboro to New York. She moved on with her life after the attack last year; she got into college with her friends and everything seemed to go well. Until a Ghostface masked killer decided to come back to torment them.
Some warnings: Ethan Landry x female reader (friends to lovers with happy ending), this may contain some mentions of blood and murders, so if you're not comfortable, don't read!!
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CHAPTER 3: Pizzas and playlists
"Where the fuck are they?" Amber screams, knife in hand.
"They're in the closet locked up!"
"They must have left then, 'cause they aren't there!"
As soon as she turns, I run towards her and push her to the floor, where we both fall.
I tried to take the knife out of her hands but she was stronger than me and we end up rolling over, she on top, what ironically makes her drop the knife.
"No!" I scream, looking for anything that could help me at the moment.
Her hands fly to my neck, blocking my airways, but I try to still get the knife.
Call me crazy, but in that moment I had a hallucination in where I saw my dad, his reflection on the glass door pointing desperately to the knife I was trying to reach, as if he was cheering on me.
Almost without air I get a hold of the knife and I make a scratch on Amber's cheek when I was really pointing to her neck.
"You bitch!" she screams and let go of me, but instead she grabs the knife and stabs me on my chest.
The scream that came out of my throat was guttural and frightening, even for me.
I wake up sweating and with tears rolling down my cheeks. My hands fly to my chest, where now was only the scar Amber had gifted me.
I try to calm down, taking deep breaths as I always do, what usually works.
I look over at the clock over my nightstand and it's almost 7AM. Before getting out of bed, I check my phone to see if there are any texts.
An unknown number sent me something but I didn't even open. I know how this is going to end.
Since I was sweating, I decide to take a shower, to see if in this way, I could wake up.
Water runs down my body and I immediately felt calmer. I take a hot shower, dry my hair and choose my outfit of the day.
I knew that today the weather would be more windy so I just take a green basic sweater and some wide black jeans. And of course, my All Star. I put on my necklace and my golden rings and I walk up to the kitchen with my bag, which I threw on the couch.
Tara and Quinn were over at the kitchen.
"Good morning..." Quinn greets.
"Hey red" I showed her a weak smile and drank a cup of coffee.
"Aren't you gonna eat anything else?" Tara asked while having a toast.
I shaked my head side to side.
"You're gonna survive with coffee? Only?"
"Yeah, I do this every day and I'm alive until now." I assured them and finished my coffee while they just stared at me.
Well, if we wanna stay skinny we can't eat too much.
"Are you ready?" I asked when I came back from the bathroom, from brushing my teeth.
"Yeah, let's go." Tara said and the three of us left the apartment.
Although we were in the same college, we were in different courses. I, for example, had chosen Nursing, which implied that the first three hours of my day were going to be spent sat in a chair having Anatomy.
Well, I do enjoy Anatomy.
As soon as we step in college, we follow our paths. With large steps I walk up to my classroom, where I almost had an heart attack because someone decided to put on a Ghostface costume and scare me.
I roll my eyes and push the person out of my sight and way. Jackass, I thought.
When I entered, a lot of students were already in, most formed by their normal groups. I sat near an empty chair, by the window.
"Sorry, is this seat taken?" a curly brunette asked me.
I turn my head, to look at her. I smiled and I gestured for her to sit.
"You're new?" I questioned, elbows on top of the table, still waiting for the teacher.
"Yes, I transferred. My name's Isabella." she smirks.
"I'm Sophie." I smile back.
I kept talking with her, maybe the only person that wasn't afraid of me or disgusted for being the daughter of a serial killer, but news spread fast in here.
Who knows, maybe by tomorrow she doesn't even wanna sit with me, therefore, I take every opportunity to be nice.
The teacher finally arrives and I catch Isabella's attention, who turns to the older man and sits straight.
"Anatomy is sooo boring..." she grumbles whilst we pack our bags.
"I kinda like Anatomy, I won't lie. It's better than Chemistry!"
"What?!" she laughs, it almost looks like she's offended "Well, let's just agree to disagree!" she laughs again "Can I have your number? Maybe we could study together, if you want to."
We trade phone numbers and went in separate ways. She had one more class and I had no other until 3PM, which meant that I was going to lock myself in the library, studying.
I grab my phone to check for any notification, besides that unknown number, and I did. Mindy asked us to meet up over the benches after lunch.
As I was going to answer, I bumped into someone on the hallway.
"I'm so sorry!" I asked and looked slightly up "Ethan?"
"No, it's fine, I really gotta check where I walk." he says "You okay? You didn't answer me yesterday."
I lift a brow, ignoring the abnormal beating of my heart.
"You didn't send me anything..."
"Yes, I did." he takes his phone out and shows me.
I also took my phone out, noticing that he was the unknown number.
"Oh, this is you! I'm sorry, I have traumas." I try to insert a joke in there "In the morning I uh..." I stopped before the words could come out and I rephrased "I saw the text but since it wasn't saved up I didn't even open."
"That's okay... Do you have any class now?"
"Nope, I was heading to the library to study Chemistry, I have an exam next week... I really hate that."
"I was going to have lunch in a few, I don't have classes either. Mindy said to meet up at the benches later."
"By yourself?" my smile falters.
"Yeah..." he scratched the back of his head, wanting to say more "Unless you wanna come."
I froze. Shit! Sophie, say anything! Anything is better than silence.
I bit my lower lip while I stare into his brown eyes.
"Like a date? Are you asking me out on a date, Ethan?" anything but that, blonde!
The boy in front of me seemed clumsy but managed to send a no.
"No, no! As friends... I mean, not that going out with you was bad, I obviously wanna go out with you, but this isn't a date, no..."
I bit my lip again, holding a laugh.
"I'm kidding, Ethan. But yeah, if you wanna grab something for lunch I'd go with you." I fixed the shoulder strap of my bag on my shoulder.
And what are you going to eat?!
I quickly pushed all similar thoughts aside that followed the last one and focused simply on the brunette in front of me.
"Where do you wanna go?" we walk side by side until we leave the building.
A place that sells salads would be nice.
"Anywhere." I shrugged. I think I can leave the diet for a bit...
He looked at me and opened the door for me.
"I think there's a pizzeria close by. Maybe six or seven minutes walking. Wanna try that out?"
"Yeah, fine by me!" I agreed with the first option immediately.
We walked to the pizzaria with only the bustling noise of the streets. The silence that filled the space between us was neither awkward or comfortable.
Once we arrive, Ethan opens the door for me again and a waitress almost instantly reaches us, leading us to a table.
"I'm on the couch!" I say as I sit quickly on it, leaving no further space or time for discussion.
The brunette laughs and places his bag near mine, just like I did with mine.
As soon as we sat down, I have no idea what happened and believe me, I don't believe in magic or things like that but it really did look like magic! We begin to speak as if we knew each other for years, that was really scary.
However, it was fun at the same time. I must admit, I think that not even I laugh so much at my jokes like Ethan does.
When the pizzas arrive, I felt instantly guilty but I took a deep breath and pushed those thoughts away, once more, afraid that they'd consume my appetite. It's just that, this pizza looks really delicious.
I catch Ethan looking at me curious though I keep smiling.
We then begin to eat and, as if it's normal, we taste each other's pizza.
I gotta admit, I never thought that mushrooms would go so good in a pizza.
I just said they did and that I liked them so that Ethan didn't think that I was very picky with my food.
Once we finish, I mean, once he finishes his pizza and what was left of mine because I could not have another single slice, we paid and left, reaching our usual spot for meeting up with the others.
"So, you don't listen to Taylor?" I ask, interested on his musical taste.
"It's not that I don't like her, I do like some songs but I'm not a fan like you" he jokes "My favourite song might be, I don't know, 'Don't Blame Me'."
"That's a very nice one, though my favourite album is 1989... I was going to say that you could judge me but you haven't even listened the whole thing." I smile, adjusting once more my bag's shoulder strap. I look in front and our group is reaching the benches, just as we are.
"I wouldn't judge you anyways. I like songs from the 70's and the 80's. More like older songs."
"Nothing from the 90's? Or anything recent? I mean, I do listen to some, I'm not that stupid..." I emphasize that.
"Maybe one or two, but I really like the older ones."
I stop mid-way and turn to him.
"How about, I make a playlist woth my favourite songs and no, it won't only have Taylor, I swear I will put on more artists, and you make one playlist for me as well with yours?" I grin, hands on my hips.
His gaze on me extended while he examined my face. He slowly smiled and looked me in the eyes.
We smile and walk faster towards our usual spot.
I sit in between Ethan and Tara.
"You two went to grab lunch and didn't even bothered to invite us?" Chad questions, pretending to be hurt.
I rolled my eyes at him and smiled. Mindy, who didn't sit down yet, was waiting for us to listen.
"Okay nerds, listen up!" she calls us "As terrifying as this all is, I'm actually glad I get a chance to redeem myself for not calling the killers last time." she fixes her t-shirt. "The way I see it, someone is out doing a sequel to the requel."
"Uh, what's a requel?" Anika asks.
"You're beautiful, sweetie. Let's hold question to the end." she smiles.
"Stab 1 took place in Woodsboro. Stab 2 took place in college."
"So we think that the killers are trying to copy the movies?" Tara questions.
"That is one possibility. The hero's now in college, check. Suspicious new characters brought in to round out the suspect list and or body count. Check, check and check!" she keeps going.
"I don't like this." Ethan says, next to me.
"It can't just be about Stab 2."
"It would make sense if this was just a sequel. But we're not in a sequel, because no one just makes sequels anymore."
"There's just sequels that suck..." I whisper "Like Mulan's. The first movie was great, we didn't need a sequel."
"I agree in there. Moving on, we're in a franchise! And there are certain rules to a continuing franchise! Rule one, everything is bigger than last time. Bigger budget, cast, body counts. Longer chases, shoutouts, beheadings."
"Beheadings?" Chad asks, looking like he wasn't listening.
"Beheadings. Rule two, whatever happened last time, expect the opposite. And rule three, no one is safe. And the worst is, even main characters can die too."
"Any of us can go at any time... specially Sam, Tara and Sophie."
"Y'know, I really like my body the way it is right now. The blood and its organs inside and my head where it's supposed to be." I explain.
"Wait, wait, wait, any of us? Am I in the friend group?" Ethan leans forward.
"Yeah?" Mindy answers as if it's obvious.
"Am I one of the targets? I... Am I gonna die a virgin?"
I laugh through my nose and then start to laugh normally, only for my brain to process the information and send in the alert.
I immediately stop laughing.
"That was... a weird overshare. But it brings us to our current suspects: Ethan. The shy dorky guy who no one suspects because he's always so shy and dorky."
"Hey... Come on." I ask and she understands, moving on.
"Wait, why am I on the suspect list? Because I'm randomly Chad's roommate?"
"Roommate lotteries can be juked. You could've fixed it to get next to us." he rolls his eyes.
I actually never thought of Ethan as... a killer.
"Quinn. The slutty roommate, a horror classic."
"'Sex positive' but, thank you?"
"Mhm, uhm and how did you come to live with them?" she points to us.
"I answered their ad, online?"
"Okay, say no more, you already implicated yourself enough!"
"It was anonymous. You know we've added her, plus her dad's a cop."
"And that makes it more likely she's the killer because having a cop dad is a great cover! Do you not remember how these movies work, Tara?" she turns around "And finally, Anika. Never trust the love interest."
"Wait, what about you guys? Aren't you guys suspects too?"
"Because we've been through this before?" I answer.
"Yeah and what if the trauma you all went through caused one or more of you to snap?" Quinn asks.
Bold move. I used to have this card on my sleeve when I was the imposter in Among Us. Worked every time.
"What if that made you thirsty for more? I mean, the theories online about Sam and you are..." i simply look at him, serious, and he stops.
"Look, if we're suspects, y'all are too." Anika answers and we all look at each other.
Chapter threeee! Enjoying it?
