Thank you all for the wonderful reviews. Here is a Christmas present to you all, :D Have a wonderful holiday.

Also, this is the last chapter before the start of the second movie. Yes I know that Scream 2 is in Sydney's and Randy's sophomore year in college. :D

The summer passed rather quickly, though the thought of Billy Loomis plagued my every day.

Some nights I couldn't sleep. Others were filled with dreams, nightmares, of the horrific ordeal I'd been caught in. Most mornings I awoke with a certain fear, that Billy Loomis would find me and finish the job of killing me.

The only nights that I slept at all were when Randy was next to me.

I had confessed my love for him shortly after being released from the hospital; it turned out that he'd felt the same way. We'd started dating almost instantly.

Some days I feared for his well being, too.

By the time that we; Sydney, Randy, and I; started the fall semester a lot had changed. I'd died my hair a deep red and started wearing contacts. They weren't changes that would keep Billy from noticing me if he ever found me, but they were changes that gave me a false security. Something that I greatly needed.

The doctors told me that I would walk with a slight limp for quite a long time; but I didn't really care about that I was just happy to be alive.

Needless to say we chose a college no where near Woodsboro. And despite that the three of us went to visit family, and the last bit of living friends, monthly; I hated returning to that town. After being released from the hospital I quit my job and Randy and I moved to the college. Windsor, it seemed like a pretty relaxed college.

Little did I know what that college had in store for me. For us.

I sat idly drinking some extravagant coffee from the local coffee shop when I saw Randy. He said that he had to run a few errands and he had asked me to meet him at this specific coffee shop. Next to my coffee on the table sat his, something I had ordered for him from peer memory. I smiled at him as he crossed the street, my heart warming at the site of my best friend turned lover.

It seemed, in that moment, that nothing could go wrong.

"Jen." He said with a smile, leaning down to kiss me on the lips. It wasn't anything super lewd, but any regular passerby could easily notice the passion between us.

"Randy." I replied with a smile of my own. "I cant wait for school to start." I stated as he sat down taking a drink of his own warm caffeinated liquid.

"Me either." He concurred sincerely, "Thanks for the coffee, babe." He continued as he reached into his pocket.

From that moment on I was completely oblivious to his actions. My body went totally still as I watched with wide eyes at the movement across the street.

He looked the same, a smirk on his face and the same evil glint in his eyes that made my stomach turn and my skin crawl.

Walking out of a random boutique just a few hundred feet away from me, I could've sworn I saw Billy Loomis.

I heard my breath hitch, and Randy call out my name, before I finally slipped out of my delirium. I quickly blinked a few times, before I realized that he wasn't there.

"Jen? Is something wrong?" Randy asked, pulling my chin so that I would look at him. "You look like you're about to cry."

I took a deep breath and shook my head, releasing my face from Randy's soft grip. "I thought I saw him."

I heard Randy sigh before he took my now shaky hands in his own. "Jen, listen to me." He whispered, and I found myself momentarily forgetting about Billy Loomis. "No one is going to hurt you. Not while I'm here."

He smiled at me, and I couldn't help but return the smile. I was so lucky to have him.

"Anyways, we cant allow a sequel. We'll both die now that we aren't virgins." I laughed at his words. They were true though.

Just after my body had recovered and healed from the many injures I'd incurred, Randy and I had spent a very splendid night making love. He was under the assumption that it was both of our first times. No one, but Sydney, knew otherwise.

I leaned over and placed a very gentle kiss on his lips, "I love you." I whispered against his mouth. We kissed for a few seconds, my eyes were closed and I allowed myself to be lost in the kiss. Sometimes I needed such obliviousness.

He pulled away grabbed a small box, that he had apparently pulled out of his pocket when I'd zoned out, handing it too me. "Here."

It was a beautiful necklace. And despite how cheezy I knew Randy to be it was rather practical. A pretty little pendant on a nice long chain. I pulled it out of the box and looked at it.

And then a thought hit me. Billy was still out there, despite all the things Randy kept telling me. And when Billy found me I knew that Randy would be hurt. Billy was the type of sadistic bastard that would probably kill Randy violently in front of me.

And we both we're virgins any more, so needless to say we wouldn't survive. Randy had made that point clear to me, even though it was always in a joking manner. Randy would die if Billy was under the assumption that I still loved him.

And at that point I knew that I was going to have to break it off. I was going to have to break Randy's heart. As well as my own.

For his safety.

"Randy." I started, putting the necklace back in its box. I stood up before continuing. "I'm so sorry." I handed him the box. "I cant do this anymore." He looked like he was about to cry, and also that he didn't believe me. I needed to say something to make him believe that I didn't like him, let alone love him. "I had sex with Billy," I swallowed the lump in my throat, and also the bile rising up at the lie. His face fell. "You weren't my first."

"HE RAPED YOU?" He ground out, anger visible on his face.

I shook my head, ready to tell the biggest lie of my life. "It was completely consensual."

Before he could say anymore I walked away. I didn't allow myself to cry. If Billy was watching me, which I wouldn't be surprised if he was, I wanted him to believe without a doubt that this wasn't just a show.

I swallowed my pain, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from my pocket. It was habit that Randy hated, but that I had picked up shortly after the ordeal at Stu's house. They were my one vice.

With my first drag, I pulled my head up and continued walking without looking back.

I wasn't walking long before I bumped into somebody, but by that time I had made it onto the campus. "Oh sorry." I mumbled, forcing a dashing smile on my face.

The boy I had ran into was extremely attractive. I would've guessed he was around my age, no more than a sophomore in college. "No worries." He stated lightly, returning the smile. "Mickey." He said holding out his hand for me to shake.

I took his hand in my own, and offered a small meager shake. "Jennifer." I replied effortlessly. Sometimes I was surprised with my own acting abilities. Thank god I was going to be a theatre major.

"Jennifer, what a pretty name." He commented as he motioned over to a bench, "Wanna go sit down?"

"Sure thing." I took a deep breath and followed him to the bench.

Mickey cleared his throat before he smiled at me again, "Forgive me if I come off too brash," He started, the debonair smile still gracing his features. "But tell me, Jennifer," He purred my name, and I would be lying if I said that it didn't make my knee's weak. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

I couldn't help but let out a short lived laugh. What a catch, he seemed to be. "No." I stated simply. "Literally just broke it off."

He grimaced. "Tough subject? We can move on if you like." He replied kindly.

I most definitely wanted to ask him please, but I had to remind myself that Billy might be watching and I had to keep this façade up.

"No. Not at all, actually." I bit my lip to keep my stoic face from showing any of my true emotions. "He just wasn't working out for me."

The smile returned, and I quite liked that. I could tell he was going to continue flirting with me. "Ah, a girl after my own heart." His voice was beyond smooth.

I raised an eyebrow, "Oh?" I chuckled lightly, "And how is that?"

He seemed to think of replies with such ease, without a seconds time he replied, "Well usually girls go on and on about what exactly happened. Not you though. Short, simple, and sweet. I like that."

I saw his gaze travel up and down my body, but I was used to guys checking me out. I tried to get Randy off of my mind before I continued. "Yeah. I'm not one for spilling my guts. Just didn't work out is all, decided it wasn't worth the time to try and fix it, you know?"

Lie. My mind kept repeating over and over. I tried to disregard that as well. His voice pulled me from my thoughts, "Yeah, I get you. You seem like a girl that knows what she wants; also another trait I like."

I nodded my head. But did I know what I wanted? Yes I did, and what I wanted currently was heart broken and probably still standing in the same place I'd left him. Once again I pulled my thoughts away from Randy Meeks. "I do." I confessed easily.

"Jennifer." Mickey purred again. I quite liked the way he said my name. It was like velvet running across my ears, I focused on that as he continued. "Let me take you out on a date."

I swallowed hard. Was it too early? Would anyone wonder why'd I'd jumped from one man to the next? Probably not, and if they did I would be forced to think of yet another lie. "Sure." Was my final answer.

"Perfect," He started as he stood up, smiling down at me. "I'll see you around."

I didn't say anything as he walked away. It was an odd meeting none the less, but it was a start to the giant lie of a life I was about to lead.

I stayed on the bench for almost an hour, smoking like I'd never smoked before. Mickey seemed like he would be the perfect distraction, and yet I found my final thoughts as I began walking towards my dorm room circling back to Randy.

This was going to be very hard indeed.

When I got to my dorm room, Sydney was there. And she looked pissed. "So why'd you break up with Randy?" She asked faking disinterest.

"So he talked to you?" I returned as I sat down on my bed, sighing as I pulled things from my pockets and set them on my nightstand.

"If by talked you mean damn near sobbed on my shoulder for an hour, then yes. Jen, what happened?" She asked sitting on the edge of my bed, her face suddenly turning from anger to concern. "You love him."

I wanted to tell her the truth but I was so worried that she would confess it to Randy, and I couldn't take that chance. "Loved." I corrected. "I don't know when it happened, but I just…. Couldn't lead him on anymore. Surely you can understand." My eyes conveyed my plea.

Sydney and I had become close friends after the Woodsboro murders; which is why we had requested that we become roommates. It was easier this way, so that we didn't have to deal with a random girl who wanted to know what it was like to survive a horror movie.

"I understand." She whispered before she got up, she reached over to her dresser and tossed me a box with a note attached to it. "He left this for you."

I set the box aside, knowing full well that the necklace lay hidden in it; as I pulled open the note.

I read it out loud, figuring Sydney would want to know what it said anyways.

Jennifer,

Look I know that you… I mean… Look I'm sorry okay? I just wish… I love you. You're my best friend, please don't take that away from me too.

Randy.

After reading it I chocked out a small sob and tossed the note on my bed before I cradled my head in my hands. Confident in my isolation I finally let myself cry. "I broke his heart and he still wants to be friends!" I cried lowly. "He's too good."

Sydney's arm was around me then, comforting me. "Hey. Its okay. That's a good thing." She whispered rubbing my back lightly. "He's really good at making things not awkward."

I shot her look and she let out a small laugh. "Okay.. Well maybe not… but this is a good thing, you'll see." She continued, "Maybe you'll fall back in love with him."

"I don't want to." I ground out the lie, wiping the tears from my face. "I met someone else."

She looked surprised, "Already? Damn Jen, you're fast." She gave me a sheepish look, "I mean… when?"

"Today." I whispered, still unsure of my decision. "His name is Mickey. We're going on a date."

She didn't say much on the topic after that. Instead she forced me to forget about the whole situation and watch a few comedies with her. It helped, to a point.

Mickey ended up finding me about a week later, and with a smile he convinced me to go on a date that night.

I let out a low growl as I stepped on my half lit cigarette and walked into the nice diner. I saw Mickey, he was dressed rather nice and had a secluded table in the back. I put on a smile and made my way over to him.

"You look beautiful, Jennifer." There was that purr again, as he pulled out my chair. "I'm glad you came."

I continued to smile, and thank him with a nod of my head as I sat down. "I told you I would." I replied taking a sip of the ice water that was already on the table.

Dinner passed without a hitch. We talked about a lot of things. He noticed that my hair was dyed, and addressed the subject with class.

"Your hair isn't naturally red is it?" He asked as he took a bite of his hamburger.

"No." I admitted, another smile at his words. "I decided to dye it just after graduation. Wanted to start over new." That was mostly true.

"Ah, very nice." He effortlessly replied. "I like the red. Its stunning."

I found myself blushing then.

During the dinner we talked about high school, which I found myself leaving a lot out. I failed to tell him where I grew up, as well. I didn't want him researching the town or something. Maybe he already knew about the Woodsboro Murders, once again not a very surprising thing. And if he did he would surely wonder. I didn't want him to know, honestly.

He paid for dinner, like a true gentleman. And as we walked out of the diner he grabbed my hand and pulled me into a kiss. There wasn't any tongue, which I found rather pleasing. I didn't want him thinking I would jump in the sack with him right away. I wanted to take things slow, so that I could adjust to everything.

He pulled away with a small smirk. It looked rather good on him, but I couldn't help but think of another boy who'd smirked at me. Normally I found the expression sickening, but I shook the distaste in Mickey's case.

"Tonight was great, Jennifer." Once again that purr, he smiled. "I would love to do it again."

I nodded my head, wrapping the light jacket around my torso. It was starting to get colder with fall. "Yeah. I would too." It wasn't particularly a lie.

He ended up walking me to my dorms; where he left me with another kiss. "See you around, Beautiful."

As he walked away, and I turned to go into the building. I smiled. He was perfect.