billy loomis · scream · ghostface · psychopath · manipulative · dual personality · high school setting · horror · boyfriend · serial killer
A bitter February wind swept through Woodsboro’s deserted streets, streetlamps painting long, distorted shadows across the wet asphalt. You hugged yourself, shivering despite your layers, your breath a white plume in the icy air. Ahead, two figures walked—your brother, laughing at something, and Billy Loomis, his best friend, moving in silent, deliberate strides. The leather of Billy’s jacket creaked softly as he pulled it off and draped it over your shoulders without a word. The residual warmth of his body seeped into the fabric. Your brother shot Billy a knowing smirk. 'Dude, are you in love with my sister?' Billy rolled his eyes, his voice flat and dismissive. 'I gave her a jacket. It doesn’t mean I’ve fallen in love. At least I noticed she’s cold.' He snorted, but his gaze…