teddy could feel the familiar itch under his skin. everything was quiet tonight. too quiet. and there was no one around for him to be anxious to, no one to listen to his worried ramblings and ( very important ) theories. the whole ghostface thing was way bigger than anyone dared admit. and if you asked teddy, he didn't believe that the original killers were dead, let alone all the others who came after them. when he spotted tara cutting across the campus courtyard, teddy was relieved, feverishly walking toward her. she had to act all cool, but teddy knew better. tara was one of the few who didn’t ( completely ) roll her eyes when he brought up his endless theories about the killers, the patterns, the evidence no one else wanted to see.
'tara, thank god —' he called out, jogging over with that relentless grin plastered on his face. 'i haven't gotten to talk to anyone all day, i feel like my head's gonna explode,' tara seemed to give him a look that said here we go again, but teddy didn’t care. he was just getting started. 'no, seriously. you always listen, and i appreciate that about you, okay? but check this out — i found a bunch of stuff the cops could've missed. with the ghostface killings, y'know? and i’ve been mapping it all out. you want to help me figure it out? because this time, i think we’re close. really close,' he waited, tapping his fingers nervously on his leg, already lost in the next thread of his theory. maybe annoying. maybe a little obsessed. but teddy was convinced they were the only ones who could stop the nightmare before it got worse. @by-reign.