Early the next morning Heather woke up on the bathroom floor with the kitchen knife still tightly gripped in her hand and she sighed. She walked to the window and looked out seeing the sun was in fact rising and her aunts car was parked out front. She quickly jumped into the shower and washed herself and her hair before finally exiting the bathroom.

Heather found herself opening all the doors on her way to her bedroom just to be safe. Once in her room she quickly went to her closet and found an outfit for the day. High waisted shorts and a black tank top with her converse. She let her hair wave naturally down her back. On her way back downstairs she pauses at the hall closet, slowly opening the door to peak inside. There was nothing there and she sighed. "I made breakfast." Her aunt said from behind her making her jump. "I seen you didn't get food last night so I figured you must be hungry." She says softly.

"Thank you aunt Gail." Heather follows her into the kitchen where there was a plate of bacon, eggs, and hash browns waiting for her. The two ate their breakfast in silence until Gail started to talk.

"I heard about what happened to those two kids the other night. I'm so sorry I left you alone last night. " she says with a frown. Heather looks at her for a moment before shrugging her shoulders.

"It's no problem, I understand you have to work." Heather says. Gail nods her head.

"Yeah.. but still." She says. "I'm hoping you can make some friends so I don't have to worry about you all alone here."

"Actually I met some people yesterday that seem pretty nice. Maybe I can spend some time with them." Gail smiles at this and nods her head.

"That's wonderful darling. You better head to the bus stop, and I'm going to head to bed. I'll see you tomorrow morning. Love you sweetie." Her aunt says kissing her head and walking off towards the stairs.

~School~

Things were definitely not calmer today as many students thought it was funny to run around in ghost face costumes. Heather tried to act casual about it but inside she was freaking the fuck out. Classes were mostly spent talking about the murders and how everyone was handling everything.

At lunch Heather made her way back towards the fountain where her new group of friends sat around talking amongst themselves. The first thing she noticed was how Billy wasn't there. "Hey guys." Heather said as she approached them. Randy jumped up and gave her a quick hug before sitting down besides Sydney in Billy's normal spot.

"Did you hear?" He asks as he pats Syds back gently. Heather Cocks her head to the side.

"Hear what?"

Tatum smacks Randy's arm and pouts at him.

"Ghost face harassed Syd last night and as soon as he left Billy showed up with a cell phone.. the cops arrested him." Tatum says with a huff. Heathers eyes widen slightly.

"What time?" She asks. Tatum raises her eyebrow at the question and glances to Sydney.

"I don't know around seven thirty." Sydney says picking at her fingernails. "Why?" Heather shrugs and looks down at the ground. She wasn't planning on saying anything about her little run in last night.

"You know they released billy right?" Stu asks from behind Tatum. Sydney snaps her head up and glares at him.

"What are you talking about?" She snaps. Stu shrugs.

"There wasn't any evidence to hold him, he's feeling heartbroken that you didn't believe him." Stu says matter of factly. Sydney rolls her eyes and stands up before stomping away. Tatum kisses Stu quickly before running after Sydney. "So Heather, how was your night?" Stu asks as He watches Tatum run off. Heather shrugs and looks down at her shoes fidgeting with a stray string.

"It was okay." She says quietly. Randy goes to wrap his arm around her shoulders when he's suddenly pushed away. All three of them look up to see who pushed him and there stood billy loomis.

"Hey buddy." Stu says with a chuckle. "How was the big house?" Billy shoots him a playful glare.

"Enlightening." Billy deadpans. "So what were we talking about?" He asks as he sits in between Randy and Heather. Stu smiles a big goofy smile at his friend.

"Heathers night." Stu drawls playfully. Billy raises his eyebrow before looking at the obviously uncomfortable Heather who was back to picking at the string on her shoe.

"That good huh?" Billy asks playfully. Randy sighs over dramatic and stands up.

"I'm gonna head to class, I'll give you a ride home again Heather if you'd like. I don't work tonight so maybe we can hang out." Randy says leaning forward and squeezing Heathers shoulder. Billy and Stu both chuckle as Randy walks away.

"Uh oh.. looks like you've got an admirer." Stu says causing Heathers head to snap up. She frowns at his choice of words.

"What makes you say that?" She asks. Stu rolls his eyes.

"Oh please, hes all over you and follows you like a puppy. I think he's tired of being left out." Stu says. Heather shrugs.

"He's a nice guy." She says standing up and pulling her back back further up on her shoulder. Billy quickly stands up with her and waves to Stu.

"I'll walk with you." He says to Heather. "And you could do way better than Randy Meeks." This causes her to blush a little and bite her lip ring.

"Oh yeah? Like who?" She playfully pushes Billy as they walk towards the art room. Billy doesn't reply just grins.

Their project for the day was to paint something that represents fear to them. Heather immediately knew what she was going to paint for the project and got out a pencil to start sketching up her painting. Halfway through the class she decides to glance over at Billy's painting since he was seated next to her. His canvas was all black with a little boy sitting in the middle of the picture. He was just sitting there staring into the void of blackness with tears on his face.

"Wow." Heather says softly causing Billy to turn his head towards her. He makes an embarrassed expression before coughing. "No don't be embarrassed it's really good." She says softly. Billy licks his bottom lip before turning to see what her painting was. It definitely wasn't what he was expecting to see. It was a woman with her head turned and bruises marked her body. There was blood splatter all across the background and angry colors. Billy frowns was she abused? He decided not to comment on it assuming hers was just as personal as his was so instead he changed the subject.

"Are you really hanging out with Randy tonight?" He asks as he continues to paint of his canvas. Heather shrugs before getting up to grab another bottle of paint. Billy noticed that a group of girls were pointing towards Heather and laughing. For some reason this irked him. He watched as one of the bitches, Emma, stood up and followed behind Heather. She stood off behind her with a partially opened bottle of red paint. Surely she wouldn't do that in the middle of class? Billy thinks to himself as he observes what's happening. Two of the other girls Emma hangs with got up to go distract the teacher and the second Emma notices Mrs. Monroe's attention on them she squirts the paint all over the back of Heathers shorts. She quickly makes her way back to her table and sits down while her and her friends are laughing hysterically.

"Looks like someone started their period." Emma shouts across the room causing most of the students to look up from what they were doing and stare at Heathers back side. She still had no idea what was going on as she innocently went though a box of paints until she heard her name laughed from one of the tables. She turned around to see most of the room laughing at her. She reaches her hand down and wipes some of the paint off of her shorts and frowns.

"Real fucking mature." She snaps. This causes Emma and her friends to laugh louder. Billy quickly stood up having enough at this point and walks up to the front of the class were an embarrassed Heather stood. He quickly pulled off his overshirt and handed it to her so she could wrap it around her waist. He quickly leaned down and whispered 'come on' in her ear before grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the room.

He pulled her down the hallway and into a janitors closet. She just glared down at the floor. Tears fighting to spill out of her big doe eyes. "Hey." Billy says softly lifting her chin up. She just stares at him for a moment. "Fuck those bitches." He says softly using his thumb to wipe the tears from her eyes. Billy looks around the room until he finds a stack of papertowels and grabs them attempting to help her get the paint off her shorts. Billy bends down in front of her and places one of his hands on her hip to steady himself and her while he used his other hand to try and wipe off the paint. The second his hand touched her hip there was a sort of electricity spark between the two. They both felt it but neither commented on it. After he realized that there wasn't a whole lot he could do with papertowels he stood up. "You wanna get out of here? We could just skip the rest of the day."