Priscilla had kept herself busy for the past couple of weeks. She had millions of thoughts running through her mind. Emotions like anger, sadness, loneliness and confusion. She missed me. She missed Fezco. But, whenever she thought about us for more than five seconds, she would become flooded with rage.

She needed distractions.

Priscilla quickly found a new best friend in Kat. Over the course of three weeks, the two started to do everything together. From skipping school to go shopping to sleeping over each other's houses almost every night. They told each other things, catching each other up on their lives.

Priscilla had told Kat about what had happened at Fezco's. Kat reassured her that she had every right to be upset, which I'm not against. Kat had told Priscilla about her nighttime job on PornHub, which Priscilla obviously didn't judge. She just told her to be careful with that kind of thing.

When Priscilla made it a point about how she loved Kat's new look, her attitude and the newfound confidence that came with it, Kat told her her secret to having it.

Losing her virginity.

Even since she had lost it, she went through something similar to a rebirth, a rebranding. So, one night, the two drove all the way to Target to pick up some box dye and bleached Priscilla's hair blonde.

Throughout their time together, Kat encouraged Priscilla to try new things, go out more and finally, talk to more boys. Priscilla could admit that she felt happier, more riskier when she was with Kat.

Like I said before, Priscilla had been busy. After Kat set her up with a Tinder account, Priscilla received over 50 matches that same night, only responding to a lucky seven.

She took the risks of flirting back to sending pictures and videos.

It made her feel good, knowing that she was what someone was craving, even if it was just an online thing.

One boy, Brettman Snux, had made his way to number one on her list.

A little background on Brettman? Priscilla had had a crush on him since the first semester of freshmen year when he transferred. He sat in front of her in her calculus class this year but she never thought about approaching him before. She would stare at the back of his head everyday, daydreaming about how big his dick was or how well he could fuck.

It wasn't until he made the first move of texting her first that Priscilla decided to do something about her crush. The two began texting everyday. Even though their conversations were shallow, Priscilla didn't care. She didn't mind him endlessly bragging about his car or how often he went to the gym, she wanted him for one thing.

She was going to lose her virginity to him.