Tatum, the only daughter of Gale Weathers and Dewey Riley, couldn't wait to leave the horrors of Woodsboro behind and set out for New York City with her surviving friends.
Despite her hopes of starting anew, Tate soon finds herself face to face wit...
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ETHAN FOUND HIMSELF LOST IN THOUGHT AS HE WALKED ALONGSIDE CHAD AND TATUM, THEIR CONVERSATION BARELY REGISTERING IN HIS MIND. He couldn't help but feel curious about Tatum, intrigued by the contrast between her messy room and her lively personality on the street.
"Hey, you guys excited for the party?" Chad asked, breaking Ethan out of his thoughts.
Tatum let out a small laugh. "Are you kidding me? I'm fucking pumped, bro."
Ethan couldn't help but notice the slight edge to Tatum's voice, a hint of bitterness that belied her outward enthusiasm. "Are you really?" he asked, unable to resist the urge to probe a little deeper.
Tatum turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "What, you don't like parties?"
"It's not that," Ethan replied. "I just get the feeling that you're not as into them as you let on."
Tatum shrugged. "Maybe I'm not. But it's not like I have anything better to do."
Ethan's curiosity was piqued even more. He couldn't help but wonder what was really going on in Tatum's head, beneath the surface.
As they approached the building where the party was being held, Tatum's phone buzzed. She pulled it out of her pocket and quickly scanned the message.
"Fuck," she muttered under her breath.
"What's up?" Chad asked, noticing her sudden change in demeanor.
Tatum hesitated for a moment before replying. "It's my mom. She won't stop calling and texting me."
Ethan could see the conflict in Tatum's eyes, the inner battle between ignoring her mother's attempts to reach out and feeling guilty for doing so.
"Maybe you should answer her," Ethan suggested. "At least let her know you're okay."
Tatum glared at him. "What the fuck do you know about it?"
Ethan felt a pang of regret for overstepping his bounds. "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"It's fine," Tatum interrupted, her voice softer now. "I just...I don't know. It's complicated."
Chad gave Tatum a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about it. Let's just go have some fun."
As they entered the building, the sound of music and chatter grew louder. Tara, Mindy, and Anika were already there, dressed in their costumes and sipping on drinks.
"Hey guys!" Tara called out as they approached. "You made it!"
Ethan couldn't help but notice the way Tara's eyes lingered on Chad, a hint of longing in her gaze. He wondered if Chad had picked up on it too.
The group settled in, chatting and drinking and laughing as the party raged on around them. Ethan couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, a feeling that something was off. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he couldn't shake the feeling.
