An ache in her head and nausea bubbling in her stomach woke Fallon up the next morning, sunlight peeking through the blinds and flooding the bed. She let out a groan once she was sitting up in the bed, rubbing her temples while trying to get more awake. Turning her head, she saw a glass of water and a ibuprofen on the nightstand, taking the pill and swallowing it, then grabbing the glass and downing some water with a few gulps. Huffing a sigh, she slowly got out of bed, putting on her slippers before making her way out of the room and down the stairs, almost stumbling when her feet hit the floor. She found Jamie already dressed and standing in the kitchen with two mugs of coffee on the counter in front of her. When Jamie looked up to see Fallon standing there, she flashed a smile.

"Good morning!" she exclaimed.

"It doesn't feel like one." Fallon let out another groan as she made her way toward the kitchen bar, sitting across from her friend. "You're up early."

"Fal, it's almost eleven o'clock."

Fallon's eyes went wide. "What?"

"You passed out once we got back last night. I didn't wanna bother you so early in the morning."

"But that's a morning wasted," she protested. "I could've gotten more research done."

"While dealing with a hangover?" Jamie paused, sliding over one of the mugs toward her friend. "I'm sure that would've gone well."

Fallon rolled her eyes at Jamie's sarcasm as the strong coffee smell overpowered her nostrils when she lifted the mug to take a sip, tasting the slight bitter aftertaste on her tongue and down her throat. Black coffee. Just the way her dad liked it.

"So, how much do you remember from last night?" Jamie asked.

The memory of last night was fuzzy in Fallon's brain as she attempted to recollect the events, with only bits and pieces being clear to her. So far, she remembered talking with Liam and Maggie for a while, and she was pretty sure everyone had a good time. Next was leaving the bar, to which Fallon was sure that she tripped on her way out and someone caught her. Sebastian? No, Spencer. And when their exchange came back to her, she wanted to kick herself for being so sloppy in front of him.

You could learn a few things from me. Why the hell would she say that?

Maybe I really won't see him again, she thought. Let's hope I don't.

"Uh, not a lot," she lied.

Jamie raised her eyebrows in a suspicious manner, though she simply nodded her head and finished what was left of her coffee before placing it in the sink and exhaled. "Well, hurry up and get ready. Liam just texted me saying he's on the way with some breakfast and to take us to see Dewey Riley." She motioned her arms for Fallon to start getting ready. "So get to it!"

"Okay, okay!" Fallon quickly took a few more sips of her coffee before shooting up from her seat and heading back upstairs. Despite the sick feeling in her stomach, she did her best to work fast and get ready before Liam arrived any minute now. She was getting used to her minty toothpaste mixing with the coffee breath when Jamie called her from downstairs, to which she scooped up her knapsack that contained her laptop, journal, and her mom's book, then dashed out of the bedroom and back to the first floor, where Jamie was already waiting for her at the front door with their coffees in small disposable to-go cups.

"About fucking time," she teased, handing Fallon a cup. "The boys are here."

"'Boys?'" Fallon repeated.

There was a grin on Jamie's face as she opened the door, revealing a blue jeep and two boys in the driveway, both of which one glance made her eyes go wide, especially when she saw who was in the driver's seat.

"Morning, ladies!" Liam smiled at the girls from the passenger's side. "I brought a friend that's gonna take us to Dewey's. This is Spencer Everett."

Fuck.

"Hello again!" he shouted through the window, followed by a wave.

Fallon started to get more queasy the longer she stared at him, almost dropping her cup in the middle of the driveway. It was when her cheeks turned bright red that Jamie pulled her to the back seats of the jeep, where both girls hopped in and buckled up while Spencer drove down the driveway and onto the main road.

"It's nice to see you both again," Spencer broke the silence once he got into town, looking back at the girls through the rearview mirror. "You know, under different circumstances."

The brunette forced out an awkward smile, though she quickly turned her head toward the window in order to prevent him from seeing any more of her flustered face.

"Thanks for driving us," Jamie spoke up.

"No problem," he replied. "I don't mind being a chauffeur in a flannel shirt and worn out jeans."

Oh my God.

Fallon wanted to cringe at the memory he brought up from last night, finding the urge to open the car door and jump out before she could die of embarrassment sitting there.

"So, Fallon..." Spencer started to say. "Liam told me that you wanna interview Dewey for an article you're writing."

She looked back toward the front of the car and nodded. "Yeah, it's for my internship."

"Oh, cool," he said, nodding back. "What's the article about?"

It was then Fallon turned to glance over at Liam, who did his best to avoid eye contact with her. "Liam didn't tell you?"

Spencer eyed his best friend for a brief moment. "Not exactly. He wasn't very specific when he asked me to drive you."

"Hey, you were very quick at agreeing to do it," Liam pointed out, a smirk on his face. "Anyway, who wants muffins?"

Spencer didn't respond and continued on with driving, and Fallon stared at him for a moment before turning back toward the window.

The rest of the drive consisted of the soft rock music playing from the radio, with the boys chatting back and forth about things happening around Woodsboro as of recently and the girls quietly eating their blueberry muffins. Fallon let it all go one ear and out the other as she was attempting to come up with questions to ask Dewey and trying to keep the breakfast down. What would she even say to him after all these years? What would he think of her writing this article? Would he even agree to an interview? Fallon felt a bit nauseous again, along with her heart rate going up from the coffee, and seeing Spencer glancing from the mirror out of the corner of her eye every now and then didn't help one bit.

Just when Fallon thought she was about to hurl, Spencer was turning onto a gravel road, then eventually parked in front of a yellow double-wide trailer and right next to a blue pickup truck that looked like it hadn't been put to good use in a while. The fresh air was a relief to Fallon as she stepped out, taking a look around at the trailer park, though there wasn't very much to see.

"What a nice set up he's got here," Jamie mumbled sarcastically next to her.

Fallon pressed her lips together, turning to see the boys finally getting out of the car and coming over to stand next to the girls.

"You think he'll be up for visitors today?" Spencer asked his friend.

Liam scoffed. "When is he ever up for visitors?"

Spencer nodded his head. "Good point. But maybe today will be different."

"Guess we're about to find out," Liam mumbled.

Letting out a sigh, Spencer walked up the few steps to the door and knocked on it three times. He took a step back and waited with everyone else to see if Dewey would actually answer the door. The four waited a couple of minutes, wondering if he actually heard any of them outside. Just when they all lost hope, the sound of footsteps and groaning got louder, followed by the door being pulled open, where a groggy Dewey Riley stood there, squinting his eyes when the sun hit his face.

"What the hell?" he mumbled, looking confused as he adjusted his stance and glanced down at the young adults in front of him.

"Morning, Dewey," Liam spoke up, giving him a wave. "We have some visitors for you."

Dewey fixed his eyes on Liam, still puzzled, though the realization came over his face when his attention shifted toward the girl next to him. "Fallon."

Fallon took a step forward, a small smile on her face. "Hi, Dewey."

With eyebrows raised, Dewey leaned against the doorframe and stared at Fallon, a weak smile forming across his lips. "You're...here."

"Yeah, I am." Fallon noticed the stain on his white t-shirt, along with the wrinkles on his shorts. She saw the way his face was scruffy, and it was at that moment she could see that he really had let himself go ever since he left New York.

"Wow," Dewey muttered, letting out an awkward chuckle. "Wow, uh...this is...unexpected..." He let out a nervous chuckle after that.

Fallon furrowed her eyebrows, hearing the lie in his voice. "You don't look all that surprised to see me."

The man dropped his face and huffed a sigh. "Well, actually, your mom called me."

The brunette's eyes went wide. "She called you? When?"

"Yesterday. She said something about an article you're writing and you'd probably want to stop by and interview me for it." He paused and let out a sigh, one that gave the implication that whatever he was about to say next would be disappointing. "She also told me--"

"Not to let me interview you," Fallon finished for him, shaking her head in annoyance. "Of course she did."

"I'm sorry," Dewey told her, his expression not filled with guilt. "Your mom is just concerned about this article you're doing."

Fallon scoffed in response. "She doesn't want me to write it, and now she's trying to sabotage this entire trip." Throwing her hands in the air out of frustration, she glanced down at the grass before turning around to face the boys. "Let's go. This was a mistake."

"Wait, Fallon--"

"It was good seeing you, Dewey," she cut him off, not shooting another glance his way as she headed back toward the car. "Sorry we bothered you. Have a nice day." She opened the car door and stepped inside, slamming it and keeping her eyes away from the window to avoid seeing Dewey again.

A couple of minutes later, the others joined her back in, with neither one of the boys glancing back at her. However, Jamie gave Fallon a sad look.

"You okay, Fal?" she asked quietly.

"I'm fine," Fallon lied, crossing her arms. "Let's just get out of here."

Spencer obliged and drove out of the trailer park and on the way back to town, where no one said a word and let the awkward tension fill up the car. Fallon's bad mood only increased the longer she sat there, upset at the fact that her mom would make an effort to ruin all of this knowing how much it meant to her. How could she do that to her own daughter? And did she really think Fallon would just give up that easily?

Not a chance, Mom.

"So, where to next?" Spencer spoke up once they entered the main town again.

Fallon took a deep breath, holding her head up a bit higher. "The library," she responded in a firm tone. There was no way this little road bump would stop her from doing more research.

Spencer simply nodded and continued his way through the town, while Liam mumbled toward his friend to drop him off somewhere, and Jamie shot her best friend a small grin.

The rest of the drive through Woodsboro was rather quiet, though the town was back to its lively routine. Liam told Spencer and the girls goodbye before hopping out of the car and entering Rip's Garage. It didn't take long for the other three to arrive at the library after that, with Spencer pulling up front and placing the jeep in park.

"Okay, here we are," he stated, followed with a sigh as he turned around to face the girls.

"Thanks again for the ride," Jamie said, opening her car door.

"You're welcome," he replied, his eyes going to Fallon. "Need an extra hand with your research?"

"Uh, no, I'm good, thanks," Fallon quickly answered, grabbing her knapsack and opening the door.

Spencer nodded his head, a bit surprised at her fast response. "Oh, okay, well, just shoot me a text when you're ready for me to pick you girls up."

"Sounds good." Fallon didn't give him enough time to say goodbye, as she was already out of the car and slamming it shut. She started to walk down the pavement leading up to the library, not even looking back or waiting for her best friend.

"Hey, wait up!" Jamie called out, running to catch up with Fallon, regaining her breath once she was next to her. "Thanks for waiting," she added in a sarcastic tone.

"Sorry," Fallon muttered, trying not to pick up the pace. "Has he left yet?"

"Yeah, Spencer's gone," Jamie replied. "You were kind of rude to him."

Fallon let out a sigh. "I know." The guilt inside her formed like a knot at the bottom of her stomach just thinking about it. "Speaking of which, did you know that he would be the one to take us to see Dewey?"

Jamie nervously grinned a little. "Well..."

"Oh my God, are you serious?"

"Look, I found out right before you came downstairs this morning."

"Jamie--"

"And we knew you'd freak out."

"'We?!'"

"You really thought Liam and I wouldn't talk about what happened between you and Spencer last night?"

Fallon let out another sigh, though this one was more of a defeat. "I just...I just didn't expect to actually see him again."

Jamie snorted in response. "Talk about a plot twist neither of us saw coming."

"Well, let's hope there's no more of those while we're here," Fallon stated.

The two were silent for the rest of the walk toward the library, finishing the rest of their coffees while doing so. They were in awe of how big the local library was on the inside, with bookshelves, tables, and computers lined up on each side.

"Holy shit," Jamie mumbled.

"Yeah, holy shit," Fallon repeated. For a town that was relatively small compared to other surrounding cities, everything about it seemed so big.

"We better go find a table and get started." Jamie took a step forward, which was when a girl with a pile of books in her arms came right in front of her, resulting in the two bumping into each other.

"Fuck!" the girl shouted, dropping her books and looking up at Jamie in a frantic state. "I'm so sorry."

"No, it's my fault," Jamie quickly said, bending down to pick up the books. "Here, let me get these."

"Thanks." She bent down as well to help get the books off the floor, her expression turning more nervous. Once all of the books were picked up, she was the first to stand back up again. "Again, I'm really sorry. I should've looked where I was going."

"Oh, no, really, it's fine," Jamie protested, smiling a little. "I'm Jamie, by the way. Jamie Ellis."

"I'm Cheyenne. Cheyenne Hardy," the short-haired girl replied.

Fallon cleared her throat. "And I'm Fallon," she interjected. "Fallon...Kincaid." She was reluctant to say her last name, fearing Cheyenne would recognize it and have the realization of who Fallon was hit her.

But Cheyenne simply nodded her head in response and didn't press on about it. "Well, it's nice to meet you both. Welcome to the Woodsboro Public Library. Let me know if you need help finding anything."

"Actually, we do," Jamie said. "We need everything you got on the original Woodsboro Murders."

Cheyenne raised her eyebrows in curiosity. "Everything, huh? I can definitely help with that. How about you go find a table and I'll bring them to you?"

"Great." Jamie bit her lip, watching as Cheyenne turned around and was heading for the front desk, then glancing over at Fallon, confused when she saw the grin on her face. "What?"

Fallon shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. "Nothing." Although she found their small exchange amusing, she wondered how many more plot twists there were creeping around this town.

She followed Jamie to an empty table by the wall, where she plopped down and grabbed her laptop, journal, and book out of her knapsack, setting up her side of the table in a neat and organized manner.

"Got everything you need, Fal?" Jamie asked in a joking manner.

"Yes, I do, thanks for asking," she replied.

A moment later, Cheyenne came by their table with a manila folder that had a stack of papers inside. "Okay, so here's a bunch of articles during and after the first killings, along with the Stab films. I would get you some books, but they're all written by Gale Weathers and...well, she's a piece of work."

"Oh, we know," Fallon muttered, opening the folder and glancing at some of the articles.

"Thanks, we appreciate it," Jamie added, a smile on her face.

Cheyenne crossed her arms and looked down at the table. "So, what's all this for, anyway? I've also never seen either of you around town before."

Fallon shook her head in response. "We're not from around here. Just visiting for a little project, that's all."

"Oh, cool, where you from?"

"New York City," Jamie perked up.

Cheyenne chuckled a little. "And you came all the way out here for a little project on the original Woodsbroro Murders?"

"We're very committed," Jamie said.

Cheyenne grinned her way. "Well, I've done my share of research over the years, so let me know if you need any more help."

"We will, thanks," Jamie responded, flashing a smile up at her.

Cheyenne shot her one last grin before turning around and leaving the table.

"You guys are so cute," Fallon teased. "What is it the fan fiction writers say? Oh, yeah, I ship you two."

Jamie rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Just shut up and get to work."

So the girls worked diligently for the next few hours, going over every article and jotting down anything that stood out. Between the bathroom breaks and Cheyenne getting lunch from the diner just down the street for them, they were able to get plenty of work done. Fallon was about to pick up where she left off in her mom's book when Jamie reminded her what time it was.

"It's almost getting dark, Fal," she pointed out. "We should pick up some food and head back to the house."

Fallon rubbed her eyes and sighed. "Yeah, we should." She paused, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion. "Wait, how can Spencer pick us up if we don't have his number?"

"If you hadn't run off when we first got here, then you'd know that I got it before he left." Jamie pulled out her phone and started typing a quick text, then turned her head toward the front desk, where Cheyenne was leaning against the counter immersed in a book. "Speaking of numbers, I'll be right back." With that, Jamie strolled over to her, in which Cheyenne looked up and smiled.

Fallon giggled as she watched them for a moment, then started putting away her things back in her knapsack. Just when she lifted her head, a dark figure appeared out of the corner of her eye. She glanced over at the bookshelves near her, slowly standing up to make her way over there. With caution, Fallon peered in the aisles, only to find no one. But as her curiosity and paranoia grew, she walked down one of the aisles and headed over to the other side of the shelves, yet no one was in sight again.

Someone was just here, she thought. Or was there? Am I going crazy?

Just as her heart was settling down, she turned around and was met with someone's chest almost in her face, and it started beating fast again.

"Whoa!" the voice of Spencer ran in her ears as he backed away from her. "We really gotta stop meeting like this."

"Yeah, tell me something I don't know," she retorted.

Spencer looked around at the books, then back at Fallon. "Looking for anything in particular?"

"No, I was just..." Fallon trailed off, quickly shaking her head. "I was just looking around the library, that's all."

He nodded his head, running his fingers along one of the nearest books. "Yeah, I didn't think you'd find much on the original Woodsboro Murders in the Poetry section."

Her eyes went wide at his reply. "How the hell did you know I was even writing my article on the murders?"

"Because what else would you want to go see Dewey Riley for?" he pointed out. "You're not the first one to try to score an interview with him about those murders. At least he was nice to you about it." Spencer paused as he looked back at Fallon. "But then again, he seemed to know who you were already."

Fallon nodded her head. "Let's just say he and my mom go way back," she told him. "So if you knew that's why I wanted to go see Dewey, why didn't you say anything before?"

"Hey, it's your business. I was just driving you there as a favor."

Nodding her head again, Fallon let out a sigh. "Well, anyway, about last night and this morning--"

"Don't worry about it," he cut her off. "It's okay."

"No, it's not. I was drunk and stupid and rude to you and I'm sorry for it."

"Believe me, you have no idea how many drunk and hungover people I deal with on a daily basis," he stated, adding a chuckle at the end. "It's fine, really."

Fallon felt relief the longer she stared at his face, finally nodding her head. "Thanks."

Spencer placed his hands in his jacket pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels. "So, you and Jamie ready to go?"

"Oh, yeah." Fallon moved next to Spencer and walked with him back to their table, where she grabbed her knapsack and hung it over her shoulder. "So, uh, you driving us around Woodsboro gonna be a regular thing now?"

He shrugged. "Only if you want it to be."

"You don't mind?"

"Being your personal uber driver? Not one bit."

Fallon slightly grinned. "I appreciate it."

"It's no problem." Spencer smiled back. "But do you prefer I wear a uniform or is the flannel shirt and worn out jeans okay with you?"

She thought her face was feeling hot again. "You're never gonna let that go, are you?"

"Probably not."

Before anything else was said, Jamie came running back, her smile now wider than before. "Okay, ready to go. Where we going for dinner?"

"I was gonna meet Liam and Maggie at the Italian place just a couple of blocks away in a few minutes," Spencer said. "Why don't you join us?"

"Perfect, I'm starving," Jamie stated, being the first to exit the library.

Spencer and Fallon were next to leave, where the sun was setting and evening air hit their faces. Fallon focused on the jeep in front of her when an uneasy feeling dropped to the bottom of her stomach. She quickly whipped her head around, though no one was in sight.

"You okay, Fallon?" Spencer questioned, his tone filled with concern.

Fallon looked around for another moment, then slowly turned back to face Spencer and nodded her head. "Yeah, I'm okay."

"Okay, good," he said, nodding back. "Come on. Liam and Maggie should be there by now."

So Fallon stayed close to Spencer and kept her eyes straight ahead, but even after she got in the jeep and was riding away from the library, the feeling that she was being watched, that maybe she really was crazy, didn't leave her body.

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A/N: YES FINALLY CHAPTER THREE IS HERE.

Sorry for the wait. I started a new job and that's been an adjustment for me.

Shoutout to for creating Cheyenne! I love her so much already!

What do we think? Thoughts on the chapter? Thoughts on Spencer and Fallon because they're literally everything to me now?

Comment, vote, we are so close to getting into the Scream V movie and I'm so excited!

-A