"God," Kat sighed, looking up at the bright carnival lights, "I feel so good." Priscilla giggled as the girls, with their fingers intertwined, swayed their hands back and forth as they walked.

Priscilla jokingly brought the girl's hand up to her face, kissing the back of her palm. A strong shoulder pushed Priscilla back, making her disconnect from Kat and drop the phone out of her other hand.

"What the fuck?" She groaned, reaching down to pick it up.

"My bad," a male voice apologized, before he bentdown to help her get up.

Priscilla looked up, feeling as if angels themselves were singing when she did. To help her back up was indeed, Brettman Snux, her fucking dream crush since freshmen year. Priscilla noticed she was staring and snapped herself back to reality for a second.

"No, it's-it's okay," she laughed, tucking a piece of her behind her ear, "that was totally my fault." The two continued to smile and glare at each other, lovingly, before Kat cleared her throat.

"Yeah," she coughed, "I'm going to go, like, over there." Kat walked away, disappearing.

Brettman smiled awkwardly, looking down at his feet, "Sorry, if I interrupted something."

"No, Kat was going to meet some guy anyway, it's cool."

"So, you're by yourself I'm guessing?"

"Is that your way of asking if I came with another guy?"

"Yeah," he chuckled, his laugh making Priscilla tense up, "I guess it is."

"Well, I didn't. I don't mind leaving with one though."

"Let's just go in," Priscilla begged, dragging Brettman by his hand.

"Nah, it seems kind of lame."

"Please," Priscilla begged again, her eyes looking up at him.

He drew his tongue over his lips, stepping closer to the girl as his hand wrapped around her waist. They had found themselves behind the trailers, a place that was infamous for fucking. Priscilla let him attach their lips, snaking her arm around his neck as she stood on her toes to reach him.

He was a good kisser, a really good kisser.

He began to deepen it, pushing her all the way back against the trailer. He picked her up slightly, his hands wrapping all the way around to grab her ass. He lifted her up enough for her legs to get around his waist and hold her up. Priscilla groaned as his mouth went from her lips to her neck, then to her collar bone, getting closer to her breast. She rubbed her lower waist against his, encouraging him even more.

She moaned his name in her ear, causing his grip on her body to tighten as she felt him harden against her.

In this moment, she felt euphoric. Her body felt hot and wet. Her hands and feet tingled as she was ready to let him do whatever he wanted to her. But, of course her bliss was soon ruined.

"Yo!" Someone had yelled at them, but Brettman didn't stop, just continued his actions until they yelled again, "yo!"

Brettman suddenly put her down, backing away as Fezco walked over to the two.

"You, I'm going to need you to fucking bounce." He pointed in the other direction, his cheeks bright red as he spat at Brettman.

"You fucking kidding me?" Brettman laughed in the boy's face, looking over at Priscilla. She ran a hand through her hair, which was damp and sticking to her skin. Fezco pushed him back, lifting up his shirt to display his piece, sitting comfortably in his waistband.

"I'm dead fucking serious."

Brettman scoffed, walking away.

Priscilla giggled, watching him and waving goodbye.

"You fucking kidding, Priscilla?"

"What?" She questioned, leaning against the trailer, looking across at him.

"You fucking steal from me," Fez pointed a finger in her face, "then you go off with this clown."

"You think everyone's a fucking clown, Fez," she rolled her eyes, "and I wouldn't have to steal from you if you would've just sold to me."

"What the fuck is wrong with you, bro?"

"Nothing!" She laughed, holding out her arms, "Nothing is wrong with me."

Fez scratched his head anxiously, rubbing his face with the palm of his hand as he walked back and forth.

Priscilla grabbed his hand, "Are you mad at me?"

"I'm more than mad, Priscilla. I'm fucking pissed."

"Come on," Priscilla whined, bringing him close enough for his chest to rest against hers, "don't be mad at me, please."

"Priscilla," he warned.

Priscilla ran her hand down the back of his head, pressing her lower body against him, "Don't be mad, Fez. I thought you liked me."

"Not when you're fucking acting like this," he pulled his face back from her to look down at her.

"Let me make it up to you," she used her fingers to tease him, playing with the front of his belt. She knew he wouldn't have it in him to resist her again, or dare to tell her no. So, she kept pushing.

He smashed his lips into hers, taking her hair into his hands as he pulled at it roughly. Priscilla let out a loud moan as he pulled harder, exposing her neck. Her hands made their way past his belt, unzipping his jeans. Priscilla pulled herself away, looking straight into his eyes as she shoved her hands down his boxers. She ran her small palm up and down his shaft, causing him to curse under his breath. She continued with her actions, making his eyes roll back.

"Priscilla, stop," he moaned, banging his fist against the trailer next to the girl's head.

"Make me," she replied.

"Stop, stop," he grabbed her hand, forcing it away, "stop."

He pushed her back, her spine hitting the hard metal.

"What the fuck is up with you?"

"I'm not going to let you do that shit, especially when you're fucked up," Fezco shook his head, fixing his belt.

Priscilla could feel her body turn hot again, not with passion, with anger and embarrassment.

He rejected her, not just once tonight but twice.

"Are you fucking kidding me? How many years have you been dying to fuck me, huh? And when I'm basically ready to suck your dick, I get blown off?" She laughed out loud, throwing her hands up in the air, "But no, I can't hook up with other guys because it will hurt your pretty fucking feelings. I can't get fucking drugs because it's such a fucking problem, but when I don't do them, I'm a prude to you. I wish you would just make up your fucking mind about shit, Fez!" Priscilla pushed past him, her shoulder into his upper chest as she stormed away.