Detective || Scream1996 x M!reader

"Leave me alone lady"

You woke up, blinking against the morning light streaming through your window, grateful that you'd somehow managed to drag yourself to bed instead of falling asleep at your desk.

The remnants of your late-night investigation lingered in your mind, but the thought of facing the day brought a mix of excitement and anxiety.

After going through your normal morning routine—brushing your teeth, washing your face—you rummaged through your wardrobe. You settled on a simple white T-shirt paired with some comfy gray sweatpants.

Before heading downstairs, you paused to glance at the progress you'd made on your investigation. Your notes were sprawled across the desk, filled with scribbles and observations.

You studied the pages, trying to connect the dots you'd gathered about the recent killings and the eerie phone calls. Something felt off, and you couldn't shake the suspicion that the killer—or killers—were closer than you thought.

With a deep breath, you finally headed downstairs. The familiar smell of breakfast wafted through the air, and you made yourself a quick meal of toast and cereal. As you ate, the weight of your thoughts pressed down on you. Would today be the day you uncovered something new?

After finishing your breakfast and giving your backpack a quick check for any necessary supplies, you stepped outside. The cool morning air hit your face, a refreshing contrast to the chaotic whirlwind in your mind.

You walked to school, your thoughts buzzing with anticipation and a hint of dread about what the day might bring.

As you arrived at school, you took a moment to gather your thoughts. Would you share your findings with Tatum, Randy, Stu, or even Billy?

Part of you wanted to keep your suspicions close, but you knew that having allies in this investigation might make all the difference.

With a sigh, you entered the school building, your mind still swirling with thoughts about last night's investigation.

The idea of facing your friends and pretending everything was normal seemed exhausting, so you made the decision to avoid them for the time being.

Instead, you headed straight to your first class, slipping into the room early. The classroom was practically empty, which was just what you needed right now. You slid into your seat, pulled out your headphones, and let the music drown out your thoughts for a moment.

As you started to zone out, you felt a light tap on your shoulder. Reluctantly, you pulled off your headphones and turned around to see a girl standing there, a bit too close for comfort. She was dressed in clothes that were...well, let's just say, they weren't exactly appropriate for school.

You immediately forced your eyes upward, trying not to stare at what she was so obviously flaunting in front of you.

"Hey, Y/N," she purred, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "So, I was thinking... maybe you and I could hang out sometime. Maybe grab a bite or...something more fun." Her voice dripped with suggestion, her smile widening as she waited for your response.

You shifted in your seat, the situation becoming increasingly uncomfortable. "Uh... thanks, but no thanks," you said, keeping your expression neutral as you tried to avoid looking anywhere near her chest. Her watermelons.

As you'd already dubbed them in your mind, were practically in your face, and you had to focus hard on anything else to maintain your composure.

"Oh, come on," she persisted, leaning in even closer, making it impossible to avoid her presence. She pulled out a $100 bill from her pocket and dangled it in front of your face. "Here, maybe this'll help change your mind. Just one date, and this could be yours."

Normally, the sight of that much cash would make your mouth water, but right now? You just wanted to escape. You gently pushed her hand away and stood your ground. "No, thank you," you said firmly, though your voice remained calm. You could feel your patience thinning, and you just wanted this awkward exchange to end.

The bell rang, finally signaling the start of class. She huffed in disappointment and tossed you a lingering glance before walking away, her hips swaying exaggeratedly as she left.

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding and tried to shake off the encounter. Something told you, though, that this wouldn't be the last time she tried something.

As the class started, you couldn't help but glance at the empty space next to you, grateful she hadn't taken the seat beside you.