City of the dead (Ghostface x reader)

𝔼𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟

You made your way into the school, the tape for 'Tourist Trap' in your backpack.  And you actually re-wound the tape for the next person who rented the movie, unlike someone.  Yeah, you were still mad about that.  You were petty.

You walked from your locker to the classroom, looking for Randy.  You'd see him in second period, sure, but you wanted to see if you could find him in the hallways beforehand.  You know, just get it out of the way before you forgot you had the movie, or forgot where you put it.  You weren't going to pay for that movie, no way, no how.

You saw Sidney and Billy having a quick make out session before class started, and you contemplated going and talking to Sidney about what you saw last night.  But you hesitated.  Admitting you saw what happened meant that you also had to admit that you saw Billy fall from god knows how high, and laughed rather than bother to help or make sure he was okay.  Plus, saying 'Hey, I saw you and Billy through your window and realized we were neighbors' made you sound like a creep.  Also a bit of a lesson to yourself to be mindful of curtains and blinds.

You just went to your first class, sad that you had to suffer through math alone.  You wondered what Casey was doing right about now...  You felt all your troubles and worries disappear as a substitute walked in, looking completely and utterly lost.  You looked to the teacher's desk, and suddenly felt elated when you realized he wasn't there.  Today just got a whole lot better.

You didn't pay attention to the substitute.  And she didn't pass out notes or worksheets or anything, she just wrote some notes and formulas (that your class had already gone over) on the board, and prayed you guys wrote them down in a notebook somewhere.  You did, 'cause you didn't want to get caught off guard on a test or something.  But you were also looking out the window and watching the world around you, doodling in the margins, and watching intently as your peers scribbled away or chatted with friends.

When class ended, you made your way to second period, finding the tape to return to Randy.  When you took your seat, you suddenly noticed how distraught the boy looked.

"Here you go," you said, handing him the VHS.  "What's up, you look like you've seen a ghost."

"Tatum just told me something, and I don't know what to do about it.  Hey, you're close with Casey, right?"

"I mean, I'd like to think so?  I've also only known her for a few days, so..."

"Stu doesn't think he likes her anymore."

"Wait a minute, hold up," you stated, holding up a hand.  "You heard from Tatum that Stu doesn't like Casey anymore?  This sounds like a dangerous game of telephone, dude.  Something probably got lost in translation."

"No, Tatum said she heard it from Stuart himself.  He thinks he's fallen out of love with Casey, and has a crush on someone else.  He didn't specify who though," Randy told you.

"And are we absolutely positive this isn't just Tatum trying to cause drama," you interrogated.

"Yes."

"Okay.  And you're telling me all this why?"

"You fucking asked."

"And you could've just said that Tatum told you something weird.  And you also asked if I'm close with Casey, as if to intentionally freak me out.  Why?  Do you want me to tell her or something?"

"God no," Randy shouted.

"Mr. Meeks, pipe down and listen up," Mr. Hendler demanded angrily.  "You're already close to failing this class.  Or do you want that D to slip to an F?"

"No sir," Randy replied quietly.

"That's what I thought," Mr. Hendler responded, before going back to teaching.

"Don't tell Casey," Randy advised.  "She'll flip her shit."

"Well, she's gonna find out one way or another.  And this is the kind of thing where it feels right to just let her know, especially since you're absolutely positive," you explained.

"Don't tell her.  Please.  I'll do anything," Randy begged.

"Why does this matter to you?  You're her friend, it's better to tell her than leave her in the dark."

"Why are you fighting me so hard on this," Randy asked angrily.

Truth be told, you were honestly surprised.  You didn't know this dude had the capacity to get mad.  And you didn't like that look in his eye, it was kinda scary.  Randy immediately calmed down though, taking a deep breath and relaxing in his chair.

"Sorry.  I've been spending too much time with Billy lately," he said sheepishly.  "Just please don't tell Casey.  I'll owe you one, big time.  Please."

You hesitated.  Jesus Christ, why was this happening?  And it shouldn't be this confusing, you should stick to your morals, and tell Casey as soon as possible.  Specifically next period.

"I'll see what I can do," you sighed.

Randy took a deep breath, relieved.  If Tatum caught wind that Casey knew about what she told him, she'd kill him on the spot.  And he should also start spending less time with Billy.  The dude wasn't having that good an influence, and it was really starting to show.  Maybe he should start hanging out with the laid back Stu more, or work more hours.  

Class ended quickly, and on your way to third period, you wondered if you should tell Casey.  You didn't give a solid yes or no, so it was still within your right to tell her.  You sat down at your desk, and Ms. Becker quickly arrived.

"Hey (y/n), are you okay," she questioned.  "You seem upset."

"It's nothing," you told her.

Yeah.  You couldn't bring yourself to tell her.  But the way Randy panicked made you assume it really was just Tatum trying to start drama, if she was even involved at all.  You hadn't known these people for long, so for all you knew, Randy was making shit up for attention.  And this might not even be the first time he's done such a thing.

All you could do now was wait to see how this played out.