where did you go? i can't find you anywhere

left with a friend, i should've told you sorry im good i promise

Priscilla sighed, putting her phone back in her pocket. Fezco noticed the annoyed look on her face as he walked up to her. "What? Rue dipped?"

Priscilla nodded, looking up at him, "Yeah, and now I'm too fucked up to drive back home."

"Why don't you come through the crib for a while, if you ain't got shit else to do. Ashtray's having some people over."

"I don't know," Priscilla shook her head, running a hand through her knotted hair, "I might just take an Uber back home or something."

"Come on, what time you gotta be back home by?"

"My parent's don't really give a fuck, as long as I'm back before work."

"Then just pop out, I'll make sure you get home safe." Priscilla took a deep breath, taking a moment before handing Fez her car keys.

Priscilla couldn't remember the last time she had been to Fezco's house, it had been a while. She remembered spending almost everyday of sophomore year hanging out here with him and Rue. She remembered every laugh, every party, every fight, every scary drug deal she had witnessed, all in this house. She felt like such a stranger walking in, not seeing anyone she knew there. They all started back at her too, but they knew she didn't belong. The same type of music from the last party was being played and the lights were dimmed to where you could barely see anything.

"You want a drink?" Fez lowered his mouth to her ear.

She shook her head, "I'm good."

He nodded, leading her to the kitchen. As the two walked in, men began coming up to Fez. They all dabbed him up with the same gestures, saying what's up.

"Yo," one guy who wore a black shirt dabbed him up, nodding towards Priscilla, "who's your shawty?" Priscilla smiled awkwardly as the rest of the group stared at her up and down.

She shifted uncomfortably under the glares as Fez introduced her, "This is my friend, Priscilla."

"Priscilla, Priscilla," the man smiled, holding out his hand to shake hers, "that sounds fun."

Fezco watched intensely as Priscilla put her hand in his as he gently shook it.

A couple seconds too many passed before Fezco placed his hand on the man's shoulder, "Aight now." The man chuckled, backing off as he held his hands up.

"My bad, just being friendly. We gonna do this shit or what?"

"You got the shit?" Fez questioned and the man simply nodded.

"I'm telling you, this new shit? Niggas can't get enough of it. One hit and you're done for."

Priscilla could feel a different type of nausea stirring in her stomach as they continued negotiating.

Fezco looked over his shoulder at the girl, who stood there with her arms crossed over her stomach.

He pulled her to the side, leaning against the wall, "I'm going to go with them for a while and handle some shit. I'll be right back, aight?" Priscilla nodded and watched him walk out the front door, the men right behind him.

Priscilla sighed, making her way down the hallway to the bedroom. For the second time tonight, someone had already been occupying the room. Priscilla guessed that the couple had heard her walk in when the girl suddenly took her mouth from her boyfriend's dick.

Priscilla was drunk and tired.

Her head felt as if it was about to fall off and all she wanted to do was fucking sleep.

"Out," she pointed behind her, towards the hallway, "now!" The couple cursed and mumbled under their breaths as they got dressed and left.

Priscilla walked over to the bed, making a disgusted face as she pulled the sheets off of the bed.

She walked over to the closet, grabbing a blanket and laying it on top of the mattress.

Priscilla untied her heels from around her ankles before kicking them off onto the floor as the door swung open. Priscilla gasped, jumping a little as Fez stood in the doorway.

"You scared the shit out of me," she placed her hand on top of her chest.

"Well, excuse the fuck out of me for walking into my room," Fez chuckled, closing the door behind him.

She stood up, rolling her eyes as she made her way over to him. She turned around, holding up her hair for him to untie the back of her shirt. He did, letting the top fall on the floor, leaving her back fully exposed.

She could feel him watching her as Priscilla walked back over to the bed, her back towards him as she stripped off her jeans, kicking them off before getting underneath the blanket.

She got in the bed, resting her head on her hand as she looked at him, "What?"

"Nothing," he shook his head, looking down at the floor. She shrugged, getting comfortable under the blanket. She could hear him walk over to the end of the bed and the matress shift under his weight.

"I'm gonna stay with you, I don't want no people walking in on you or some shit, you know?"

Priscilla didn't respond, just let her eyes close slowly as she drifted off to sleep.