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Kat sighed, shaking her head as she continue helping Priscilla fit into her costume for the night, "God, I want to fuck you right now."


Priscilla looked at her friend's reflection in the mirror, as she added curls to her blonde hair, "It's scary how much you tell me you have the desire to fuck people."


"I have the urge to share these things with you," Kat groaned, jokingly, "Whatever, you just look hot, but not in a weird way."


"I think you made it weird a while ago," Priscilla chuckled.


Kat rolled her eyes, zipping the back of Priscilla's top, "Please tell me you're getting fucked up with me tonight."


Priscilla shook her head, "I told you, I'm on a break from drinking." Which was true, after the frat party, Priscilla decided that maybe she should cool it. She thought about what her parents had said about how common it was for her to wake up in the morning hungover and it stuck with her. She also remembered the things she would do and say when she was intoxicated, stuff she would never do sober.


Priscilla grabbed her car keys off of the dresser, twirling them in between her fingers, "Shall we go?" She held out her hand to Kat, who without hesitation, took it.


"We shall."


The two made their way downstairs to where Priscilla's parents had been waiting in the living room, ready to take pictures.


"No puedo creer que usted permite que nuestra hija para celebrar las vacaciones del diablo," Priscilla's mother complained, knudging her husband in the arm as he held the camera.


Her father shook his head, continuing to take photos of the teenagers, "Sweetie, you know I can't understand a fucking word you're saying. Anyway, you look adorable, baby."


"Dad! That's not the point!" Priscilla rolled her eyes.


As the doorbell rang through out the house, everyone turned their attentions to the door.


Priscilla ran towards it, opening it for Rue, joined by Lexi and Jules. "Oh wow," Lexi gasped, looking the blonde up and down, "you look hot."


"I have to agree," Rue cut in, her voice monotone like always.


"Why, thank you," Priscilla nodded to them, giving Jules a small smile but she didn't receive one back. She cleared her throat awkwardly, turning behind her to Kat and her parents, "Okay, we should head out now."


The girls all managed to pile into Priscilla's Nissan before heading to the party. Priscilla had no idea who was actually throwing it, so Lexi sat up front with her to guide her to the house. She pulled a pen out of her purse, handing it to Priscilla as her eyes were glued to the road in front of her, "Take a hit?"


Priscilla just shook her head, "I'm good."


"She's sober for the night," Kat yelled from the backseat.


Jules nudged Rue in the side, hard, "See, you're not alone!"


Priscilla looked in her mirror, seeing how Rue's face fell after Jules made her comment, stepping harder on the gas.


Once the girls entered the house, they quickly found an isolated area where they could sit. It wasn't long before Jules wandered off, bringing Kat with her. Priscilla, Lexi and Rue remained in their spots, watching other people as they talked about things going on their lives.


"What's up with you and Jules?" Priscilla decided to ask, noticing that there was definitely some distance followed by tension between them.


Rue shook her head, shrugging her shoulders, staring down at her cup of soda, "I don't know, we're going through a thing right now."


"So, you two are together?" Lexi questioned, wanting Rue to clarify. "I like to think we are," Rue gave out a dry chuckle, "but, I don't know what we are to her."


Priscilla could feel pain as Rue talked. She knew Rue had strong feelings for Jules, stronger feelings than Jules had for her.


Priscilla turned her head over her shoulder, watching Jules take shots at the kitchen counter, surrounded by a group of strangers.


She turned back to Rue, who sat down on the couch, her fingers patiently tapping her cup.


Priscilla bent down to Rue's ear, "I'm gonna be right back."


Rue nodded.


Priscilla turned around, beginning to push past the crowd of people, making sure to check the faces as she passed them. On her way to the pool, her shoulder came in contact with someone's chest, knocking Priscilla back a few steps.


"My bad," a male voice apologized, turning around to see who he had bumped into. Priscilla looked up to see the one and only, Nate Jacobs. Gross, right?


The last time she had seen him was that night at her mother's restaurant, before that? When the cops escorted him out of the school.


"It's cool," Priscilla brushed it off, trying to walk around him but he had stepped in front of her.


"It's Penelope, right," he gestured to her, making her scoff uncontrollably.


"I've known you since the second grade and you can't even remember my name, nice." She went to walk around but he blocked her, once again.


"Woah, woah, sorry, jeez."


"Can you please move?" Priscilla got impatient, not wanting to waste anymore time talking to anyone like Nate Jacobs.


"I can't talk to you or something?" He chuckled, raising an eyebrow at her.


"You have a fucking girlfriend, dude," Priscilla rudely pushed her way past him, hearing his friends laugh and taunt him as she passed. Priscilla slowly but surely made her way outside, where she could finally breath. She stare at the pool, that was lit up with colorful lights. There were people outside, but not much. Priscilla scanned each group of people, stopping when she found what she wanted. She watched as he dapped up two guys, nodding at them as they passed his way. She knew what he was doing here and she could feel the disgust of it filling her stomach but she pushed it away. Priscilla didn't realize she was stating until he made eye contact with her.


"Fuck," she whispered, turning around. "He totally just fucking saw me staring at him," she cursed to herself under her breath, fixing herself. Priscilla grabbed her phone from inside her waistband of her costume, tapping on the screen as if she was busy doing something.


He's fucking coming over here.


"You are not on your fucking phone," she heard him laugh from behind her.


Priscilla squeezed her eyes shut, mouthing the word, "Fuck," to herself before turning around. She scoffed, laughing as she locked her phone, "Yeah, I was! I was-uh, texting Rue! I can't find her anywhere." Fez gestured behind the girl's shoulder, making her turn to see Rue fully engaged in their conversation as she watched them through the glass door.


"Ha! There she is," Priscilla fake laughed, slowly starting to realize how bad of a liar she sounded like, "anyway."


"You look good," he complimented her, like he always did.


Priscilla nodded, trying to keep herself from blushing, "2001 Britney Spears was too iconic to pass up. You do too, even though I don't know what you're supposed to be."


Fez shrugged, "Couldn't think of any last minute shit."


An awkward silence quickly fell upon them before Priscilla cleared her throat.


She held out her arms, before letting them fall to her sides, "I have to drive everyone home tonight."


Fezco gave her a confused look, chuckling at the girl, "Alright?"


"So," she giggled, "I'm sober," the blonde dragged on, trying to get him to understand her point. But, unfortunately he didn't.


All he did was nod and continue to give her weird stares, "That's what's up."


Priscilla rolled her eyes, sighing, "Why are men so annoying?" Priscilla stepped forward, filing the gap between them as she attached her lips to his.


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