-just a reminder that the dialogue where words are italicized is rue narrating like she does in the show

So, that's the same guy who came to talk to you? How the fuck did he even know where you lived?" Fezco questioned, taking the blunt from his lips, ashing it out of the window.

The ginger carefully handed it over to Priscilla. She leaned forward in the passenger's seat, her small hands holding onto his for support as she took a hit.

The girl blew out the smoke, a small cough erupted from her throat. Fezco reached over, rubbing small circles onto the girl's back as she caught her breath.

"How am I supposed to know? But yeah, that's him. That's Nate's dad."

Fez ran a hand over his face as he groaned, shaking his head. "The fuck was the point of coming to the shop, though? Tryin' to intimidate me or something."

The girl's silence became louder than the Don Toliver playing. Priscilla leaned up in her seat, her arms crossing over her chest as she stared at Fezco.

The boy gave in to the attitude chance, glancing between the road and the beauty. "What?" he questioned.

Priscilla deepened her voice, dramatically imitating Fezco's voice, "Lexi Howard. Uh, well yeah, we got plenty of those."

Her face twisted up in disgust, just thinking about the encounter. She scoffed, continuing to look outside of the window.

"Would you stop?" Fezco brought the blunt to his lips, taking another hit before speaking. "I was just being polite."

"Either you're clueless Fez, or you really just don't get it. Lexi wasn't there to fucking buy anything."

"I don't think that girl would come all the way like that just to see me, P."

"I did," Priscilla admitted, trying to prove her point. She knew how girls her age thought, the lengths they would go to make their presence known to the guy they desire. The intention was clear as day to her.

Fezco began to smirk at the girl's confession but the pleasure upon his face dropped, Priscilla obviously displeased.

He placed the blunt back between his lips, holding it tightly as he used his hand to reach over. He placed his hand on top of Priscilla's knee, "P."

The boy tried to use touch as a comfort but like it was a reflex, Priscilla continued to reject it. She moved over to her right, letting Fezco's hand drop. Priscilla could feel her insecurities beginning to eat her alive as she leaned closer towards the window.

The girl decided to say fuck it, and just ask the question that wondered in her mind.

"Did anything happen?"

"What you mean?" Fezco quickly replied, his copper colored eyebrows raising on his forehead, "you seriously mean, between me and Lexi. Hell nah, man."

Priscilla shook her head as her doubt built and built. "Don't do that, I'm not joking."

But Fezco couldn't hold back his laughter. To him, Priscilla was being absolutely ridiculous. The night of New Year's, Fezco continuously tried to locate his ex girlfriend. Whenever he would see Kat and Maddie walk by, he made sure to stop them every time. No one knew where the girl had been, not even me. Mind you, whenever I would go to Priscilla, I would clung onto her like a life-raft. Fezco knew he couldn't bring that up to her though. He didn't want to fuel the argument even more, and make Priscilla think he was being defensive. Because in everything, she was right to angry in what she saw.

Priscilla hated this feeling. She fucking hated Fezco for making her feel this way, like she was in competition with another woman for his affection. He had done this to play on her emotions in the past.

Priscilla was obviously aware of how much Fezco cared for her, how much he loved her. But, with jealously and anger, dragged Priscilla's suspicion into play. She just couldn't help but to listen to that tiny voice inside her mind. The voice that has to remind her to stop being so fucking vulnerable, stop easily giving him all of her trust.

"I wouldn't do that to you, you know that."

He loves you, you're everything that he could ever want. You're enough.

"But you asked for her phone number," Priscilla stated, bluntly. As she continued, the angrier she felt herself become. Fezco paused, his mind going completely blank before taking one last hit of the blunt. He slowly rolled down the window, exhaling the smoke before flicking the rest of the roach.

"That didn't mean anything." was all he said.

One of Priscilla's biggest pet peeves with Fezco was how non confrontational he was. Like he had little emotional depth towards situations, unless they were directly affecting him. The blonde continued shaking her head, he's lying to you.

"Can we change the subject before we ruin the rest of the night?" Fezco was tired of having the same arguments with Priscilla, especially when she refused to budge. Nothing he could say would help, no matter how much reassurance he poured into the girl. Fezco's hand gripped the steering wheel leather, causing his fingers to squeak from the sweat. He flipped on his signal, looking both ways as Priscilla pointed forward.

"Right up there," she directed, checking her makeup one last time.

He glanced over, the yellow light from the mirror reflecting onto Priscilla's olive skin. As he drove forward, he continued to look every now and then, frustrated at her fixation. "You look fine," the boy said.

"Thank you," Priscilla shyly smiled, pushing the mirror back up into place. She tucked a piece of hand behind her ear, "it's just the girls want to take pictures tonight."

Fezco truly didn't understand why how she looked started to become, somewhat of, an obsession for the girl. Especially when she had been complimented and commended for her effortless beauty her whole life.

Before high school started for Priscilla, the pair would gag at those types of girls. The types who refuse to leave the house if their hair weren't perfect. The types who couldn't tell you what they learned in school; but could give you a full background on the latest celebrity drama.

He did worry that Priscilla was becoming a new person.

Fezco worried more that he had been an influence to that.

After successfully finding a parking spot, Fezco got out the car. He let Priscilla wait patiently as he came around to the other side. Like usual, he opened up the door. The girl held onto his arm as she stood, trying to steady herself in the tall heels.

As the couple made their way to the backyard, the trap music that was blasting became more clear. The multiple conversations that were going on caused Priscilla's anxiety to spike involuntarily. They continued walking, circling around to the back patio where most of their friends were. Everyone began greeting and embracing the two, the girls hugging Priscilla as the guys dabbed up Fezco. They soon became separated into their own friend groups.

Priscilla giggled as she watched Maddy mix in the ingredients to create her signature martini.

"We're doing tequila tonight," Kat gestured to the red cup in her hand.

Bebe sat on top of the hot tub cover, leaning back onto the palm of her hands as her feet swang, "Like every night."

"Look," Maddy sassily clicked her tongue, handing over the full cup to Priscilla, "Vodka makes you lightweights sick, whiskey is a no so any other options are welcome."

Priscilla pointed to the vape inside of Bebe's right hand, making a gesture to take a hit.

The girl's anxieties seemed to halt as she blew out the sweet smoke.

The girls soon took their drinks inside, Priscilla closing the sliding door behind him as they set up in the empty kitchen.

"I don't get why everyone is so shocked," Kat shrugged, scrolling through her social media feed, "she's been MIA ever since New Year's."

The girls were referring to Cassie, who had been missing again tonight, "I guess the breakup with McKay really got to her," Bebe opened the refrigerator, taking out bottles of water for everyone.

As she handed them out, Kat continued the conversation. "That's understandable but she could just say that. Like, 'Hey guys, I'm going through something right now. Need some time to heal.' Not just ghost us, you know?"

"Maybe she feels bad," Bebe suggested.

Kat chuckled, displaying her phone screen. What came up was Cassie's instagram story, showing her enjoying a nighttime beach trip. "Yeah, sure she does."

Maddie rolled her eyes, the bad mouthing becoming old, "Subject change, please."

"Fine," Bebe clapped her hands together, pointing to the blonde of the group, "so, you officially joining single girl's club for the rest of junior year or what?"

Everyone laughed along.

Priscilla took another sip of her drink, trying to find a proper way to answer her friend's question.

"Looks like it."

"Oh please," Kat simply brushed off the girl's response, "You guys literally came and are leaving together."

"Yeah, out of convenience," Priscilla began playing with the empty cup in front of her. She twirled it around as she began to explain, "I thought us coming together would've been fun at first, then that shit at the gas station happened. Lexi showing up, then that Faye girl-"

"Yeah, that's fucking wild," Bebe interrupted, taking a hit of her vape in between, "That he didn't tell you that he had some chick staying with him."

"Well, I mean he works with her boyfriend, so he's just doing him a favor." Priscilla thought if she could further explain the situation, the cloud of judgment would adjust, but she was wrong.

"Still," Bebe shook her head, twirling her blue highlighted hair, "I would be pissed."

"Anyway," Maddie could feel the stiff energy in the room, beginning to feel bad about the sudden spotlight put on Priscilla, "as you were saying." She urged the blonde to continue expressing her feelings.

"I mean, all of that shit back to back has me overthinking," Priscilla shook her head, "like what if I hadn't have been there? Lexi showing up, what would've happened, you know?"

"That's just so weird to me," Kat's face scrunched in disapproval, "she's bold as fuck for that."

"It's Lexi though," Maddie tried to reassure Priscilla, placing her small hand on top of hers, "are you really that worried?"

The girls sat quiet, waiting for the teenager's answer.

The truth was, she was extremely fucking worried.

The idea of Fezco and Lexi together, in any sort of way, lived inside of her mind.

Priscilla could feel herself falling into this unhealthy spiral of fantasies and nightmares.

"Yes."

Priscilla knew it just wasn't in Fezco's character to make the first move towards anyone, unless he was genuinely interested in them. The girls always pursued him, that was the way it worked.

His aura was calm and collected, yet still masculine. Because he wasn't a man of many words and extreme issues of trust, he involuntarily radiated an energy of mystery, like you wanted to get to know him more. See what he had to say.

Priscilla knew when he told her that the act of asking for Lexi's number meant nothing, it was bullshit.

"Wow," Maddie nodded her head, clutching the Priscilla's hand tighter, her brown eyes meeting her green, "I don't know, not to make things about myself, but I never experienced that with Nate. I've just always known him to be the chaser."

Priscilla watched the girl's features soften for a moment, as her thoughts traveled bsck in time.

Maddie cleared her throat once she realized she had trailed off, sitting up, "But, at the end of the day, you have realize that has nothing to do with you. If you're doing everything right, if a man chooses to not appreciate that, then that's a problem within himself."