"I can't believe you're not fucking coming with me," Priscilla ran into the bathroom, checking her makeup in the mirror one last time before reaching over her shoulder to zip up her dress.

"I don't even go to that fucking school, bro," Fez walked into the bathroom, looking her up and down before biting his lip.

"So what?" Priscilla rolled her blue eyes, continuing to reach behind her, "A lot of people are bringing dates that are from other schools or graduated."

"Yeah, but I dropped out, there's a difference," Fez came up behind her, moving her hands away as he grabbed the zipper of her dress. He lowered it down, exposing her back to him.

"Fez, stop, I'm already running late," Priscilla complained but he continued to undo the dress, slipping his hands in it to touch her hips. He ducked his head down, sucking on the skin of her neck.

"Dude," Priscilla groaned, pushing him away. She grabbed her pressed powder off of the counter, rushing to cover the bruise he left.

"Fine," he sighed, fixing the back of her dress before zipping it up for her.

Priscilla finished in the mirror before turning around, "Just come with me."

He shook his head, "Nah, man, I got shit I have to do anyways."

"Like what?" Priscilla scoffed, walking out of the bathroom.

Fez followed her down the hallway as Priscilla grabbed her car keys, "Business, baby."

Before she could, Fez grabbed the door handle, opening it for her.

Priscilla looked up at him, "Are you sure you don't want to come?"

Fezco nodded, "Yeah, I'm good off that."

"I'll see you later?" She questioned.

Fezco swallowed silently, his breathing beginning to feel shaky.

He simply nodded, taking her hand into his. "Be careful tonight, alright?"

Priscilla chuckled, "Okay?"

"I love you," he reminded her but it wasn't like the other times he told her that he loved her, he sounded serious and almost sad.

Priscilla lowered her eyebrows, "Are you, like, okay?"

Fez cleared her throat, "Yeah, I'm good. You should go, you're gonna be late."

"Okay," Priscilla smiled before placing her hand on his chest as she kissed him, "I love you!"

💊

"Bitch!" Kat screeched as Priscilla locked her car door, walking into the school building. When she caught a glimpse of the brunette, she held her arms open as she ran into her arms.

"Ugh, you look so hot," Kat groaned, her head in the crook of Priscilla's neck.

The blonde giggled, pulling away from the girl, "This look, oh my god, I'm living."

"Really?" Kat questioned, placing her hands on her hips, "I don't like it."

"Shut the fuck up, you look so good!"

"Oh my god, wait," Kat reached into the bag that hung on her shoulder, pulling out a pen that looked almost brand new.

"Got it just for tonight," she passed it to Priscilla, "and please, don't give me a lame ass excuse for not being fucked up with me tonight."

Priscilla sighed, not wanting to argue with the girl, as she took the pen. She took a couple of hits as Kat looked out for any lingering adults.

Priscilla began coughing uncontrollably, handing the wax pen back to Kat, "Fuck."

"Well, you're not supposed to take a bunch of hits at once! Shit gets you fucked up."

Kat snuck the pen back into her bag, holding Priscilla's hand in hers as the two walked into the dance.

The lights were out but the building was lit in vibrant purple and blue. Balloons and confetti covered the gym floor as sparkling banners hung over their heads. They quickly found a table, noticing the rest of the girls hadn't showed up yet.

"I'm guessing we're early," Priscilla took a seat.

"Good, now I can catch you up on what the fuck has been happening."

Priscilla gave her a confused look, "What do you mean?"

"Well, you've been busy with your new mans," Kat laughed, looking around before turning back to Priscilla, "where is this guy anyway? I thought I'd see him tonight?"

"He had something he had to do tonight," Priscilla explained, feeling a small sense of sadness that she wasn't with him.

"Oo, mysterious. You still on the lookout for Jacobs?"

Priscilla reached out, placing a finger onto Kat's lips, "Shh! You can't tell anyone I told you about what happened, only you and Rue know."

"Yeah, yeah, of course," Kat nodded, placing her chin on the palm of her head, waiting for Priscilla's response.

The girl shrugged, shaking her head, "I don't know what I'm going to do if I see him. I mean, what can I fucking do? Go up to him and say 'you called the cops on my drug dealing boyfriend, fuck off,'?"

"Well, you know Maddy's with us for tonight, right?"

Priscilla shrugged again, "Eh, I don't really dislike her, so."

"Yeah, well, me and her aren't really on good terms right now."

"What the fuck? What happened?"

"She said some shit about how I've changed and now I'm just a cunt, blah blah," Kat waved off the subject, pretending like it didn't bother her, when it really did.

Priscilla took Kat's hand, "Well, I love you, even if you are a cunt."