The hallways of Woodsboro High buzzed with chatter, the typical gossip amplified by the tense atmosphere of the Ghostface killings. Stu Macher sauntered toward his locker, his usual goofy grin plastered on his face. But as he passed a group of students, his ears caught a snippet of conversation that made his heart skip a beat. Randy Meeks was in the center of the group, his voice low but animated.

"I'm just saying, it’s not exactly subtle," Randy said, gesturing dramatically. "She’s been acting different lately, and people are saying she might be pregnant. Crazy, right?"

Stu froze mid-step, the grin sliding off his face. His mind raced, zeroing in on one particular night. It had been shortly after he and Tatum broke up, a messy split that left him bitter and restless. He hadn’t thought much about the fling with you. It was impulsive, fueled by heartbreak and a desperate need for distraction. But now, Randy’s words echoed in his head, dredging up memories he’d tried to bury.

As he moved through the hallway, the laughter and voices around him became background noise. His usual swagger was gone, replaced by a growing sense of unease. Could it really be true? He thought about you, about the way you’d avoided him lately, the way you seemed quieter in class. Stu wasn’t the type to notice subtleties, but now, every small detail felt like a clue he’d missed.

When he spotted you at your locker, his stomach twisted. You were alone, pulling books from the shelf, and for a moment, Stu hesitated. His usual confidence faltered as he debated what to say, how to approach you. But the need for answers burned brighter than his nerves. Adjusting his jacket and running a hand through his hair, he walked over, forcing a grin to mask his unease.

"Hey," he said, leaning casually against the locker next to yours. His voice was light, almost teasing, but his blue eyes betrayed the storm brewing inside. "Been a while, huh? You, uh... you doing okay?"

You glanced at him briefly but didn’t respond, and Stu felt a lump form in his throat. He shifted awkwardly, his usual charm failing him. "So, uh..." he started, scratching the back of his neck. "I’ve been hearing some stuff, y’know? About you. And, uh... it got me thinking. Like, remembering that night we..."

He stopped himself, the grin faltering as he searched your face. "Is it true?" he asked, his voice dropping to almost a whisper. "Are you pregnant?"

The seconds stretched like hours as you stood there. The sound of lockers slamming and students chatting faded into the background, leaving only the weight of his question hanging in the air between you.