A/N: My first Scream fic... hope you all enjoy! :) I'm sorry if it starts off a bit slow - promise it'll get much better! Let me know what you guys think xo

The lovely Madchen Amick as Angela Edwards

Nine years. It'd been nine years since Angela had stepped foot in Woodsboro, California. Of what little she was able to recall and piece together, growing up here had been pleasant enough. It was a peaceful suburb, the kind of place where families thrived. Yet in comparison to the bustling life in San Francisco she'd grown accustomed to, this place was a total drag. She'd known that from the time she completed her registration forms in the office.

Angela Edwards pulled into the parking lot of Woodsboro High School, her deep maroon convertible catching the eyes of the students. There weren't too many students at this school, so a new flashy car and student was quite the spectacle. Wheeling into her assigned parking lot, she sucked in a small breath. Stepping out in a long sleeved white crop top with black lips on it and a ruffled bottom paired with a bright red, high wasted red corduroy skirt and black knee high boots, she deemed herself ready.

Slamming the door behind her, she gave her wavy brunette locks a quick adjustment before making her way into the crowds of people. Angela thanked herself immediately. The students' eyes glued to her, tracking her every move into the door and down the hallways. These people were actually ogling her. Switching here in the middle of the fall was definitely interesting, but were they honestly this shocked?

Algebra had never been synonymous with appealing until now. Sinking into a cool metal seat in the back of the classroom, she snuck a peek at the rest of the room before a boy with brown hair turned over his shoulder from where he stood at the teacher's desk, engaged in a conversation with some other students. He looked oddly familiar, threading through the room to take one of the empty seats beside her.

"Uh, Angela?"

"Yeah?" She lifted her head, scrutinizing his face and thin frame.

"Randy! We used to play together as kids. You know, like, seesaw and tag and-"

"Randy Meeks!"

Randy had been Angela's good friend through childhood. Her parents' old house was a five minute bike ride from his gravel driveway, and she vaguely remembered him as a little boy with floppy brown hair. Grinning back at her, he nodded. A wave of relief washed over her. It was so nice to have a friendly face here, especially Randy.

"I gotta wonder, what the hell are you doing back here? Last I heard, your parents opened up a big real estate law office in San Fran."

"Yeah, well, my Mom cheated on my Dad. A lot. They split up, and my Dad came back to Woodsboro. I couldn't let him go alone."

"Ouch, I'm really sorry." He grimaced. "How've you been otherwise the whole scandal thing?"

"Great." Angela forced a smile, twirling a pen cap in her red fingernails. "How about you?"

"Fantastic." He paused. "Sort of."

She laughed at this. "I miss the city."

"I bet. I would too, Woodsboro's fucked."

"Fucked?" She tilted her head.

Randy lowered his voice, glancing around the room to ensure no one was listening. "You didn't hear about Sidney Prescott's Mom?"

"Um, no." Angela shook her head softly. Sidney Prescott. The name was awfully familiar, but she couldn't muster up the face to match it. Randy's eyes grew wide at this. "I'm not really big on the news."

"Her Mother was brutally killed. And raped. Almost a year ago, right in Sid's house."

"Oh, shit."

"Cotton Weary was convicted, but..."

"But what?"

Angela breathed. People were killed all the time in San Francisco, but in such a small town like Woodsboro, a murderous civilian was much more concerning. A thousand questions whirred through her mind, but she couldn't speak in time to voice any before the teacher rose to his feet and began today's lesson.

The rest of class passed by slowly, with the teacher droning on about things Angela had already learned. She would've struck up conversation with Randy, but he seemed intent on the lesson, his eyebrows knitting at times. She managed to catch him sneaking looks at her at one point. Flattered, Angela gave him a tiny smile, but he quickly jerked his head back in the direction of Mr. Keenan.

When the ball finally gave a shrill ring, everyone stood up and took their turns surveying Angela on their way out the door. Per Randy's request, she hung back to wait for him. Steve Orth nudged one of his football buddies in the arm of his varsity letterman jacket, giving her a sly smile. "Hey, Edwards."

"Hi." She smiled back coyly.

Randy scowled, gathering his books together. "Animals."

"Excuse me?"

"I said, those dicks are animals. They've got pig written all over them. Steve's dating Casey Becker, anyway."

"I was being nice, Randy." Angela laughed.

"Well, I'd like you to meet some of my friends."

They made their way down the hallways a little to where a small group of people were huddled around a locker, Randy shoving his books into his backpack. Clearing his throat, he held out two hands in the direction of Angela to the gathering, presenting her to them. The four of them immediately stopped speaking, their conversation dying off in place of wonder, eyes darting between the two of them.

"Angela Edwards is back, everyone."

She held up a hand, offering them a warm smile. There were two girls, a platinum blonde with a stylish pair of bright red pants on and the other a brunette with her hair swept behind her bangs, wearing a patterned tee and jeans. The other two were guys - the tall blonde had his arms wrapped around the other blonde, his lips pulled into a wide grin. The other was a bit shorter, with long, parted brown hair.

"Super cute outfit." The blonde girl beamed. "I'm Tatum, and this is my boyfriend, Stu."

He wiggled his fingers at Angela. "Hey, Angie."

"The local idiot, if you will." Randy explained.

As Tatum hissed something to him to behave, the brunette girl stepped forward with a warm smile. She seemed friendly, almost understanding. "I'm Sidney."

Angela held her tongue. So, this was Sidney Prescott. She returned Sidney's smile, realizing she must've seemed rude. "Nice to meet you."

"Wow, you're so... pretty." Sidney spoke what was on everyone's mind.

Angela batted her blue eyes. "Oh, come on! So are you."

"I think we used to be friends. My Mom and your's knew each other, or something."

"Really?"

Before Angela had a chance to speak about Mrs. Prescott, Sidney nodded and tucked a strand of hair behind her ivory ear, returning to the quiet boy whose hand had been intertwined in her own moments before. His dark eyes bored into Angela's own big blues. Fixated.

"I'm Billy Loomis."

"Hey." Angela's voice grew quieter, never breaking eye contact.

"So, how do you unfortunately know Randy?" Stu broke her focus. "What, did he make a move on you?"

"We used to be really good friends as kids, and he was in my math class."

"Watch it, Stu." Randy grimaced.

"I'm shaking!" He cried obnoxiously.

"Where are you from, again?" Billy abruptly asked.

Angela shifted in her black boots, well aware of her movement under his gaze. "Well, here. My parents moved to San Francisco when I was eight to start a law practice. Then my Dad decided to come back because my Mom was cheating on him."

"Good for him." Tatum shook her head.

"Yeah, well. My Mother totally abandoned us. It's for the best."

"Rough."

Billy lifted his chin abruptly at this. Angela wasn't the only one to notice this, as Sidney promptly gave him a peck on the cheek.

"What're you doing tonight?" Sidney asked her.

"She's coming to the video store." Randy spoke up. Angela shrugged her shoulders. She didn't really have a preference in what she was doing tonight. As long as she didn't have to go home to that huge, barren house while her Father was at work, she didn't mind.

Stu scrunched up his nose. "Why?"

"Because she wants to hang out with me, stupid."

Tatum sighed. "You just don't quit, doofus."

"Why the video store?" Angela tilted her head.

Randy stared at Stu, bracing for another of his snarky comments or mocks. "It's where I work."

"One of Woodsboro's only attractions." Stu remarked, planting kisses on Tatum's neck.

"You should definitely sit with us at lunch." Sidney ignored them, giving her a warm smile.

Billy stood upright, digging a cigarette out of the pocket of his jeans. Lighting it with one quick motion, he gave her a half smile. "Welcome back to Woodsboro."