Hours later, I woke up on the floor. It took me a moment to remember everything. I couldn't find Billy, and I couldn't even see Stu's dead body on the floor. I figured we needed to get out of there soon, before people realized that Stu was missing and then eventually that he was dead. I was only awake a few minutes before Billy came in.

"You're up," he said sitting down next to me.

"Where did you go?" I asked.

"I had to fix a few things, you know what I mean, just so it doesn't trace back to us. I tried to make it look like we were never here. It's up to the police if they think he was murdered or it had been a suicide."

"You said you weren't going to go all J.D on me, Billy Loomis."

He smiled.

"What?" I asked.

"Say it again."

"Say what again?"

He replied slowly. "My name."

"Billy Loomis," I said.

"I like when you say my name." There was a short silence. It wasn't awkward. It was just nice. He then tapped me on the shoulder. "Come on, we need to get out of here, it's 4am, we have school in a few hours." Fuck, I forgot about school.

He dropped me off home and I remembered I had to sneak in. I somehow got inside without my parents hearing me and made my way up to my room. Every time I moved a part of my body, I was sore. My whole body ached after what happened last night. The first time is meant to hurt right? Or Billy was just really rough. I hadn't seen my neck yet, but I could feel how tender the skin was where Billy had marked me. And I'm sure I had grazed skin on my back. It sure was an erratic experience. I went straight to the shower to wash myself. I looked in the mirror at my neck and face. My neck had red marks on it and you could see where Billy had bitten my lip. How was I meant to cover this up? I could say I had accidentally cut myself on my lip, but what about my neck? I don't know if make-up could cover all this up. I put as much foundation as I could on it, but it was still visible. I couldn't help but think about Stu. People were for sure going to ask about him. His parents will probably get worried. I would be lying if I weren't scared. I was afraid of the unknown. I didn't know what was going to happen. However, the thing that worried me the worst was if Billy was really in this with me or whether he would do exactly what he did to Stu and leave me for dead.

That day at school was difficult. Usually I liked being alone and away from people, but I just wanted to be with Billy. I know it was impossible because he and I had never interacted. My only friend was Randy, so it was safe to go find him. At lunchtime, I found Randy sitting in a huddle with Billy, Tatum and Sidney. This was odd. This never happened. Why was Randy interacting with them? He never did. I went straight to Randy, trying not to make contact with any of the other three. It was troublesome for me, especially trying to not look at Billy after what had happened last night.

"Ash, come sit!" said Randy. I thought it was strange, but I went.

Billy immediately looked up at me. I ignored him. well at least I tried to not make any contact.

Randy stared at me, looking me up and down. "What happened to you?" Randy asked.

"Me? What?" I moved my hand to my neck, trying to cover up the marks.

"Your neck, it's all red. And you've been cut on your lip," Randy said squinting his eyes and moving a little closer.

Billy was staring at me deeply. He knew exactly what had happened to me.

"Uh, I fell while taking a shower."

"You lying bitch," Tatum laughed. I don't know how these girls call each other a bitch as a joke. "I know a love bite when I see one. She got some last night," she punched my arm with a sharp smile. Her blonde hair was flowing in the wind, she was such a pretty girl.

Randy frowned.

"But I didn't get anything," I rubbed my shoulder where it had been hit.

Sidney looked up from her cuddle with Billy, "I never imagined you to be like that, Ash."

"The girl is feisty, Sid," Tatum's eyes grew wider. "Who's the lucky guy?"

"There's no guy, Tatum."

"Oh honey, you're talking to me here. Is it someone from school?" she continued to pester me. I'd always imagined my first proper conversation with Tatum Riley being about sex. It wouldn't be right any other way.

I looked over at Billy; his hands were around Sidney's waist. It was really bothering me. I felt like ripping the two of them apart and putting Billy's hands around my waist. It's where they belonged. Both Billy and Randy were silent the entire conversation. I imagined Billy didn't want to say anything to make it sound too obvious and Randy was just being Randy. He probably never imagined I could be with anyone other than him.

"At least Ashley got some last night, I didn't get any. I haven't heard from my boyfriend since yesterday," said Tatum.

"Stu? Where is he?" asked Randy. He suddenly spoke again when the topic of conversation left me.

"I don't know. I haven't heard from him. I didn't speak to him last night and he's not at school today." she shrugged. "How about you two?" she looked over at Billy and Sidney. "Did you guys get it on last night too?"

Billy looked up and frowned. He never smiled when he was around these people. At least he didn't smile the way he did when he spoke to me.

"Shut up Tatum," said Sidney. If only Tatum knew I was with Billy last night, not Sidney.

"What! It seems like everyone got some except for me!"

"I didn't get any," said Randy.

"Uh doofus, you never get any. Why are you even here anyways?"

"I asked him to sit with us," said Billy quickly.

"How do you know this dork?" she asked.

"He works at the video store," Billy replied. If he was trying to win points for being kind to Randy, it was definitely working for him. "I'm sure you've rented videos before, Tatum," Billy looked over at me.

"We need to go anyway, Randy. Come on," I grabbed him and walked off.

"I'll be back," Randy imitated The Terminator as we were leaving. The three of them laughed at him and I just smiled. Typical Randy.

"What was that all about? Why did we need to leave?" he asked me. He sounded like a child, whiny but angry.

"Because, we never sit with them, we always have lunch just us two," I shrugged holding his arms.

"Now will you tell me what happened to your neck? Is that really a hickey?"

"It's nothing, it's not a hickey. It's just nothing. ]"

"Ashley, I know you're lying to me. I've known you since we were kids. You've done a lot of things, but you've never ever lied to me."

He was right. What was going on with me? I was lying to my best friend, the one guy who was always there for me, who stood by me, who never judged me, who was always like my other half. How could I lie to him?

I looked at him blankly. "When you're ready to tell me the truth, we'll talk," he said pushing my hands off his arm and walking off. I had really screwed up this time. Why wasn't make up able to cover up a whole lot more?

That night, I was alone. I put on my A Nightmare On Elm street shirt and sat in a huddle at my desk. I usually liked the satisfaction of being myself, watching a scary movie and enjoying it, but I did miss having Randy ring me every five minutes. I missed hearing him complain about school or some upcoming remake of a classic horror movie. It just wasn't right without him. He was probably at the video store right now. Usually I'd be there with him on those late nights, but tonight, we were probably both alone for the first time in years. I tried to work out what was going on. I figured the closer I got to Billy, the quicker I was losing Randy. How do I choose one? Why can't I have both, have Billy as my boyfriend and Randy as my best friend. Things would be so much easier if I could tell Randy about Billy and I. But honestly, what are Billy and I? He's actually in a relationship with stupid Sidney. Was it even anything? Was it all one great big movie or plan? I knew the real Billy, the one that no one had ever seen except for me. He was scary and dangerous and loved horror movies. He analysed people, he watched them, he saw everything. I'd seen the monster that is Billy Loomis and I hadn't run away from him. I wanted more of him. I understood him. I just never imagined that this was him. He brought out something in me that I didn't know was possible. Underneath that fake image at school, there was something that I was only privileged to see and I wasn't letting go of that. Should I betray him and tell Randy everything or keep Randy hiding in the dark, further destroying our friendship.

It was so hard looking for the answer; I just wish I were given a sign. I lay on my bed, waiting and searching and hoping that something would just drop into my head and give me the direction to go in... and there it was. I heard a knock at my window. It was Billy.