Priscilla's foot tapped anxiously as she waited for the curling iron to reach it's maximum temperature.

"Come on," she sighed, touching the end but immediately regretting it as she pulled her fingers back, shaking them off.

"Hello," Fezco answered the other line, his voice drowness as if he were either tired, or like usual, high.

"I need to talk to you," Priscalla demanded, putting the phone on speaker as she began to curl small sections of hair.

"What's up?" Fezco simply asked.

"Considering the importance of what I'm going to tell you, I'd rather we just meet in person."

"Wait," Fezco paused, "Are you pregnant, P?"

"God," Priscilla scoffed, focusing on herself in the mirror, "no, I'm not pregnant, Fez. I just need to talk to you about something important, plus I need to stop by the store anyway and grab a few things. Did you guys get any Airbars in?"

"Yeah, this morning. You don't even vape though?"

"I'm going out tonight, I'll see you in a bit."

The store bell went off as Priscilla pushed the glass door open.

For being short staffed all of the time, Fezco always seemed to make the store look as clean as it could.

Priscilla made her way to the back but paused when she saw a familiar figure sitting behind the counter.

Staring back at her was the girl she had met earlier in the evening of New Year's. Priscilla tried but couldn't remember the girl's name for the life of her, Faith, something of that sort.

"Hey," she pointed at the blonde eagerly, her mouth full of potato chips, "I know you."

"Yeah," Priscilla awkwardly nodded.

"You're going out with Fez, right?"

"Yeah, I am," Priscilla lied, they were clearly not together but under these circumstances, they were.

She licked the crumbs off of the edge of her fingers, rubbing the wet hand on her shirt before extending out her arm across the counter. "I'm Faye, I don't know if you remember my name."

"Priscilla," she hesitantly took the girl's hand, making a mental note to sanitize as soon as possible. Another bell went off, signifying that someone had come in through the back.

"Hey," Fezco smiled, his grin fading when he saw the annoyed look upon Priscilla's face. "I see you two have gotten cozy."

"No offense, Faye," Priscilla crossed her arms over her shoulders, her cleavage becoming more prominent in her tank top, "but, are you just hanging out here tonight, or?"

"Nah," Fezco cut in before the blonde could answer the question. He knew it would be easier for Priscilla to hear the news from his mouth, than another woman's. "Her mans got into some legal trouble so he asked me if Faye could stay at the crib until the cops laid off."

"And how long have you been staying with Fez?" Priscilla's eyes didnt leave Fezco's, but he knew better than to answer this one.

"A couple of days now."

"Okay," Priscilla nodded, her body becoming hot with an all too familiar anger.

"P-"

"It's fine Fezco, I'm not mad. You're doing your friend a favor."

"Yeah, he's just doing a fav-"

"Stay out of it, Faye," the ginger cut the girl off again, before she got them both into anymore trouble.

"Seriously," Priscilla threw a lighter onto the counter, "It's fine."

It wasn't fine. But the bigger fit that Priscilla threw, the more embarrassing it would be, especially with another person to witness the exchange. Plus, technically her and Fezco weren't together anymore, so him having another girl staying at his house sadly wasn't Priscilla's concern anymore.

Fezco didnt believe the girl's words, he knew that she was pissed. Considering they continued their break because of what happened on New Year's with Lexi, he knew that the last thing Priscilla wanted was to come visit him and there was another girl waiting for him to get off of work so they could go home.

Priscilla continued to grab a few juices as chasers and a case of Mike's Hard as Fezco continued to watch the girl walk up and down the aisles. His teeth couldn't help but to tuck in his bottom lip as he analyzed her further. She wore a coral-colored tight buttoned up crop top, Priscilla being herself, only allowing one button shut directly in the middle.

Her jeans were tight around the waist but free flowing towards the hem of her pants, accentuating her waist and bottom. Her hair was pulled back in the style Fezco adored, when she left two strands hanging over her face and the rest of her blond hair tucked tightly away by one of those big toothed hairclips.

"Where are you heading?" Fezco yelled over the counter, genuinely curious where she was going dressed up like this.

Priscilla softly chuckled, continuing to pile the soft drinks into the croak of her arm before walking towards the counter. Faye crumbled up her bag of potato chips, tossing it into the trashcan underneath the register. Priscilla carefully placed the drinks in front of Fez, making a small motion with her fingers for him to grab her a vape. Faye immediately stood up, realizing what the girl was referencing, going into the back to retrieve it.

"So?" Fezco raised an eyebrow, bringing the attention back to his previous question.

Priscilla sighed, moving a strand of hair away from her eyes, "Don't worry about it."

"What, now you mad or something?"

"No," the girl simply stated, her shoulders shrugged, "it's just I think considering you never keep me in the loop about your life, why do I always have to keep you updated on mine?"

"Because I knew you were going to act like this, P," Fezco shook his head, typing in the prices for all of the items displayed on the counter, "Petty and shit."

"I'm seriously not being petty, Fez," Priscilla crossed her arms over her chest, being genuine, "and I'm not mad. I'm just making a point. If we're not together, we're not together, you do whatever you want, I do whatever I want and we don't update each other. That's the way it's supposed to work."

"I still don't remember agreeing on us not being together though," Fezco pointed out, digging into the front pocket of his jeans. He kept his wallet low as he counted the bills to himself before opening the register. He tossed the money in, taking care of the blonde's tab before shutting it.

"You promised me you'd stop selling when Mouse was out of the picture. Then, he mysteriously disappears, leaving you completely in clear and what do you do? Knock on another drug lord's door, looking for even more trouble."

"Fuck am I supposed to do, P? I don't have two parents who are willing to pay my way through life. I have to take care of my family," Fezco pushed the plastic bag towards Priscilla, beginning to get worked up talking about this topic once again.

"So, you get a normal job, Fezco. Legally hustle," Priscilla rolled her eyes.

"This life is all I know."

Priscilla paused hearing him say those words because in reality, dealing was his norm growing up. She knew she had been hard on Fezco for years for the way he made a living, unbelievably hard, but it was only because she believe he was capable of so much more. After all of the run ins with the law, conflict with other competitors, her biggest fear was that something could happen to him.

She just wanted more for him.

The girl bit her lower lip, letting out a deep breath as she picked up the black plastic bag.

"You leaving at ten?" Priscilla questioned.

Fezco nodded.

"Come by Bebe's, she's having something tonight. People are probably going to need bud."

"Alright, let me just clean up over here and close the register."

Priscilla couldn't help but to smile. Yes, his services were going to be needed for the night but the girl wanted him there for herself. No matter how upset she was with Fez, she couldn't help herself but to let her guard down again, every single time. Priscilla missed him too much. His voice, his aura. It calmed her soul.

It had been weeks since they slept in the same bed, she had gotten so used to having another person next to her. She hadn't been able to sleep peacefully since.

Faye came back from the storage room, a bright box in her hand. She handed it to Fezco before sitting back down in her previous spot. "I'll see you later then?" Priscilla grabbed the vape off of the counter, shoving it into her back pocket.

The sound of the door opening caught everyone's attention, interrupting the pair's conversation. In walked the last person Priscilla felt like seeing, especially at Fezco's job.

Lexi.

"Lexi Howard," Fezco nonchalantly greeted.

Priscilla gave him a look, one he probably didn't even notice because his eyes were too focused on Lexi. The brunette awkwardly walked inside the store, giving everyone a small wave.

Priscilla chuckled to herself, taking out her cellphone, beginning to already text the girl's groupchat.

"Hey, are you guys closing?" Lexi asked, her hands behind her back as she shifted her feet.

"Nah, nah, soon though," Fezco maintained his politeness, which irritated the blonde even more, "what brings you out here?"

"Oh, I just wanted a drink." Lexi quickly shuffled over to the refrigerators, making herself busy as Fezco nodded his head.

"Okay well, we got plenty of those," he laughed, his demeanor similar to a middle school boy, "Do you need help finding anything?"

Grinding her teeth as she continued texting Maddy, Priscilla tried her best to focus on her screen instead of the burning heat inside of her. Don't even say anything, watch how he interacts, Maddy wrote.

"No, no," Lexi shook her head as she examined the beverages in front of her, "I'm okay."

Priscilla glanced up from her phone, "That's the malt liquor."

"Yeah," Lexi sighed, realizing she had no idea what she was staring at, "Uh, I know."

Priscilla snorted, going back to her conversation with Maddy about how dumb Lexi looked right now. Being a female, Priscilla knew exactly what the girl was doing here, even if Fezco couldn't. The way she put herself together, wore her hair down when she usually chose to wear it up, her cluelessly looking around Fezco's store, a shop she had never stepped foot in until now. Priscilla knew the intention immediately.

"Are you going too?" Faye called out from behind the counter, causing everyone to turn to her before Lexi.

"Going where?" Lexi raised an eyebrow, not understanding the question.

"No," Priscilla cut in, realizing the tension in her balled-up fists. Her fingers were clenched so tightly that her nails began to ache.

The blonde flashed a fake smile to her peer, reaching back to fix her hairclip, her shirt rising even more on her stomach, "Friend group only."

Lexi took the hint, deciding not to question what they were referring to again.

Fezco began shaking his head, practically feeling the bitchness radiating off of Priscilla's body as Lexi remained clueless. As Fezco stared at Priscilla, whose eyes were glued on Lexi, another person entered the store.

"Good evening," the gentleman greeted.

Priscilla ignored him, not taking her eyes off of Lexi, who suddenly became fascinated with the man in front of her.

He passed by, a baseball cap covering a majority of his face.

"What's up, man?" Fezco replied, handing Faye the broom, telling her to start the cleaning process.

"You got any spearmint gum?" The man questioned, looking through the various brands of chips.

"I don't know man," Fezco shrugged, taking out the safebox, beginning to count the larger bills in the register, "Gum's up here."

As he got closer, the man raised his face to glance at Priscilla. The blonde softly gasped when she realized it was Nate's father who had entered.

She moved out of his way as he pretended to search for the gum he wanted. Priscilla typed a message on her phone, Fezco's device vibrating loudly on the counter. He looked at it before his eyes trailed back to Cal, who had already been staring at him.

"You might want to get that," the older man joked, nodding towards the iPhone. Fezco ignored it, already sensing an odd energy from everyone in the room, like the world had stopped. Priscilla leaned against the windowsill, where a neon sign hung over her head, she hadn't realized that she had held her breath for so long, her heart beginning to race in her chest.

"This your store?" Cal threw a random pack of gum onto the counter.

"Family business," Fezco typed in 1.29 into the register, displaying the price.

"Parents own it?"

"You usually ask this many questions, man?" Fezco eyed the older man, one hand tucked underneath the register, his fingers trailing the metal of the shotgun underneath.

"Just you," Cal chuckled, pulling out his wallet. He raised her arm, his hands gesturing to the teenage girls, "They tell you who I am?"

Fezco paused, swallowing a lump in his throat, "Nah, man."

"Are you a cop or something?" Faye asked, a hand resting on her hip as she held the broom upright.

"Nope."

Priscilla wanted so badly to say something, but she knew that if she had mentioned the fact that he was Nate's father, that would mean that Fezco was connected to Nate in some way, she didn't want Cal figuring that out.

Cal placed his wallet in his back pocket, revealing the handgun tucked into his waistband. Priscilla stood up from the windowsill within seconds, walking over to behind the counter, where Fezco stood.

"Babe, we have to go. The girls are expecting us," Priscilla placed a shaking hand on Fezco's shoulder, her gaze serious and still.

From the corner of her eye, Priscilla could see Cal slowly lower his right hand back to his side, realizing the hint the teenage girl was dropping.

People were expecting their presence soon.

The older man reached across, picking up the gum.

"You guys have a safe night," was all he wished before exiting the store. After he got into his truck, as the tires screeched over the wet pavement, Ash came out from the office, seeing the entire interaction.

"Who the fuck was that?" The younger boy questioned, his hand deep inside a Caption Crunch cereal box.

"You can go now," Priscilla directed her statement to Lexi, who finally snapped out of whatever trance she was in, "obviously, you aren't buying anything."