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- Amir?! - You actually know my name?

Shut up! You the one messing with me?

I don't know what you're talking about, I swear.

- Then why are you here? - I went to Shane's party.

And it sounded dead, so I came back here to get my DJ equipment.

- I keep it in my locker so my parents won't find it. - What about the costume?

- Welcome, welcome. Enjoy. - Thanks, brother.

Whoa, Deion Elliot, I'll be damned!

Now it's a party.

Don't sound like it.

Oh, yeah, that's the point. We don't want cops shutting us down.

Here. But wait till you get inside.

Oh, it's a silent disco.

That's why I didn't hear anything before.

So, your DJ situation?

Oh, it's lit. Yeah.

We got DJ Wysper spinning as we speak.

You said I could talk to Fade about it.

- Well, where is he? - Ah...

He's around here somewhere.

- Could you be a little more specific? - No, no, I can't.

Everybody knows that nobody knows who Fade really is, you know?

Kinda like Banksy or Batman.

Everyone knows who Batman is.

- .- Oh, wait, whoa.

One more thing you gotta put on first.

You'll love this.

- How you know about this? - About what?

All I know is it's Halloween and girls love theme parties.

- We going inside or what? - No, we not. Go home.

- What? No. Why? - I got my reasons.

Just go in the house, lock the door and keep your head down.

That's literally every other night of my life.

- So, what if I don't? - I'ma tell your parents where you at.

Best be on my way, then.

So, you satisfied?

With the party? Yes.

With you, not yet.

Boom! Hand on boob. Pay up.

Adios, Mr. Hamilton.

Big fan of your play.

Sucker.

Please tell me you didn't bring me here

so we can watch other people make out.

I brought you here so you'd get in the game.

So pick a dude, any dude, and ask him to dance.

- See where it goes from there. - I hate dancing.

Name one thing you don't hate.

Admittedly, harder than it should be.

- I do love Midtown. - Too good for your own hood, huh?

We both used a fake address to get into Weaver, Kym.

- Pretty sure it was your idea. - I was thinking about our future.

It's all about academics for us right now.

So, I guess you're right.

The romantic stuff can wait.

Well, Midtown is my future.

It's where I can be myself.

Just gotta make it these five months.

Survive high school and move a hundred blocks to Georgia Tech.

Five months and a hundred blocks. That's my plan.

So, what's your sad sack,

no-dancing-self gonna do if I don't get into Tech?

Don't even. I'll burn the place down if you don't.

What the hell, Avery?

I'm sorry. I had to do it.

I saw you walk in. I couldn't take my eyes off you.

Learn. Because whatever we've been doing, it's done.

Are you even going to give me a chance to explain?

I don't need you to explain something I already understand, so understand this.

I would never be with somebody who says those kinds of things.

I get it.

All right. Yeah, you and Deion, huh?

No, you don't get it, because I'm not some trophy for you to win.

No, babe, wait.

I told you, don't call me "babe" and don't touch me ever again.

I thought you were different, but I guess you're just like all the rest.

Drop dead, Avery.

- I'm here. - You look scared.

- You're the one scared to show your face. - I'm right beside you.

And I brought a real knife with me this time.

Told you I was here. So here's the game.

I want you to confess your deepest, darkest secret to your new friends.

- Man, I hardly know any of them. - Good.

That'll make baring your soul to them

all the more humiliating.

Look, I had reasons for doing what I did.

Let them be the judge of that when they see who you really are

on the inside.

If you don't, you'll be seeing the insides of someone else...

or maybe your own.

- Deion, you're bleeding. - I know. I know. It's okay.

No, it's not okay. We need to talk.

Yeah, I know that, too.

Come on.

Hey, is there any way everybody can hear me through their headphones?

Hey, everybody, you with me?

I need to talk to the Breakfast Club.

So if you know what that mean, get your ass on the bus.

Look, y'all gotta leave.

Okay? Y'all in danger.

We supposed to leave the best party of the year?

- Boy, you crazy. - Kym, I'm being serious.

Somebody's threatening to kill one of y'all.

Let me guess: Ghostface.

This doesn't make any sense.

- I know, I know. - No, I don't think you do.

Not that many at school even know who the rest of us are,

so why would anyone wanna kill us?

This is about Marcus, isn't it?

- How do you know about Marcus? - I was about to ask the same thing.

I had a brother named... Named Marcus.

We went out on Halloween when we was kids.

I got you, bruh.

No, I got you.

Help! Help me!

Help me!

Come on!

Help me! Help me! Help me!

I left him there.

I left my twin brother to die.

I got ahold of the cops and my mom,

but... I didn't run fast enough.

By the time we got back, Marcus was dead.

Now somebody is wearing this costume...

I mean, we all are, and threatening to kill all of us.

It could be a sick prank or joke or whatever,

but I don't want to take the chance of somebody else getting hurt because of me.

All right? So, please, just leave.

Okay.

Come on, Manny, let's go.

Liv, I'm not that person anymore.

Okay, I made a bad decision.

It's gonna haunt me the rest of my life. I don't even know...

It's okay, Deion.

I know the feeling.

- Hello? - Where you going, Beth?

I like your piercings.

- I have something else you can stick in your face. - Oh, yeah?

- Depends on who's doing the sticking. - Who do you want me to be?

Well, definitely not Avery Collins who hooked up with me

at that blackout kegger freshman year,

then never called me again,

and whose number I still have in my phone for some reason.

Is he dead?

Asking for real this time.

I don't know.

It's so different than the movies.

- I'm gonna be sick. - Come on. Puke over here.

- I thought I told you to go home. - I slipped in the back.

I didn't wanna miss this.

- The party, I mean. - Hey, who cares?

We gotta bounce. The cops are gonna be here any minute.

My dad is a cop.

I... I do not wanna be here when he shows up.

Cops only around when you don't want them to be.

Screw this. You're all on your own.

Shane's right, we gotta find somewhere to go and figure this out.

Go where?

I know a place.

So somebody has it out for Deion.

What the hell does that have to do with the rest of us?

- And why are we in this janky tattoo shop? - Because I work here.

Can't answer the other question, though.

Look, I don't know, all right? I don't know how y'all got caught up.

Or maybe you were right. Maybe it's just a prank.

Someone died, Manny.

A prank that went too far, okay?

Maybe it'll just stop.

- .- Mm-mm.

"Show me your insides"?

- What does that mean? - It means we're in a horror movie.

That's your life, Edward Scissorhands.

- Not ours. - Okay, that's not even a horror movie.

And it's your life now, too.

Don't you guys get it? We're being hunted by a killer here.

Killers have codes and horror has rules.

Wait, I didn't know that horror had a playbook.

Well, it does, and it plays by it,

meaning I've got some bad news, you guys.

We're not the type of characters to make it to the end.

- What are you talking about? - Okay. Relax, Princess.

You have "Final Girl" potential.

The rest of us, goth, geek, gay,

not a chance. We're usually the first body that drops.

Okay, well, what about me and Kym?

Don't take this the wrong way, but you guys are black.

- Girl. - In horror, that's pretty much an insta-kill.

But Avery was one of the whitest people I've ever seen.

I mean, he practically glowed in the dark, so why did he die?

Because he wasn't who he said he was.

On the inside.

Deion's right.

Avery pretended to be a nice guy,

but deep down, he was a total racist.

Does that jive with your freaky rules?

Let's hope not.

Because if that's the killer's game, we're not the Breakfast Club.

We're the Deadfast Club.

And I'm pretty sure we're all gonna die.

If we were trapped in a horror movie...

- How do we survive? - The type of horror movies that Beth's talking about

are white people in white people places,

making dumb white people mistakes.

Smith & Wesson got my back.

Storage closets are a classic horror hiding place.

We're already getting cut up left and right.

Your brother is alive, Deion, and I can prove it.

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