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They say as a drug addict nothing is more important to you as the drugs themselves, but that's not true. 

At least not in my case.

When I was 14 my father died. Shit like that feels like the rug has been pulled out from under you.

If she hadn't been there, I would have fallen deeply. so deep that the impact would have killed me. 

I've almost completely lost touch with reality. First I was sad, then angry, than high most of the time. 

But one thing I wasn't; alone

I had her. 

Mackenna Donahue.

Mac and I have known each other since we were little kids. Toddler actually. She moved from Newcastle upon Tyne to East Highland with her mother. 

I still think that's a stupid decision. Why would you choose to go from some big ass england town to an american town built by a person like Cal Jacob's. 

Whatever.. i'm not complaining because Mac's friendship is one of the most important things in my life. This girl is my lifesaver. Whenever I needed someone to talk to, she was there. She never judged me. Not when I texted her to ask if I could come to her place to cry for an hour and not when I started drugs. She wasn't a fan of it for obvious reasons, but she didn't consistently criticize me for doing that shit. 

Needless to say, I felt like a piece of freshly pooped shit for being the person who introduced Mac to the world of drugs, huh?

Actually, it's not really my fault, it's Nate's Jacob's fault. Empty-headed fucker cheated on her.

I don't know how it's even possible to cheat on someone as hot as Mac, but his dumb ass did it. 

And shit yeah Mac is hot. Not that typical average hot more like - put her in an oversized hoodie and ugly vibram five fingers and she's still hot - hot. 

Describing Mackenna Donahue il isn't easy. Not only because she alternates her hair color between blonde and brown every damn minute but because her personality is so versatile.

Seeing that petit girl without knowing her would make you think she's the good girl next door who often forgets to dress - since Mac loves to dress revealingly - but that bitch has a bad temper and smart mouth.

Yeah, she's kind and supportive and stuff but don't talk shit about her or anyone she loves because miss little muhammad ali will beat your ass with her long acrylic nails. 

But back to trying to pin my guilt on Mac's psychopathic ex-boyfriend. 

She dated Nate when she was 14. He was a year older than her and her first in everything; first boyfriend, first kiss with a man - since her actual first kiss was with me - first blowjob, the first who finger fucked her, the first who give her head and also the first who fucked her. 

To an outside person, the two of them sure looked cute together but as the old saying goes; all that glitters is not gold.

Nate is a manipulative, abusive and toxic bastard.

No wait shit, I take that back since his parents are married.

He's an manipulative,
abusive and toxic asshole. 

Mac told me that he once grabbed her arm so hard that she had bruises from his fingers on her upper arm for days because he saw her talking to a male classmate. It turned out that they only talked about the homework.

What a disturbing fuckwad.

However, Mac defended him and made excuses for his behavior. I think that was the first time I was really mad at Mac. I mean he literally hurt her and she justifies that shit by saying it's her own fault because she doesn't have to talk to other guys in front of Nate's eyes?

Bitch was dumb as fuck.

Or more like truly in love. 

Mac has forgiven him everything.. well almost everything. After she caught him fucking another girl from behind in the men's locker room at school, luckily she ended her relationship with that panty-waisted Scumbucket. 

I was happy about it even if the night of the break up was the beginning of everything. 

"We're done!"

Her own words rang in Mackenna's ears as if someone were shouting this sentence into her ear over and over again. 

She was going to pick up Nate from football practice, it was supposed to be a surprise. Well it was a surprise. A nasty surprise for her. A hurtful one too. Seeing Nate with someone else broke her heart and his half-hearted apologies couldn't change that. 

Their relationship was over. 

Mac arrived at the Bennett's house crying. She hoped Rue would be there, she hasn't texted or called her before since she was too overwhelmed with the fact that her now ex-boyfriend had cheated on her. 

Luckily for the brunette, her best friend was at home. Unsurprisingly, Rue was semi high but Mac didn't care that night. She just wanted to cry in the arms of her favorite person. 

And she cried. Heavily. 

Her light brown eyes were filled with tears and she trembled with every single sob. Rue had never seen the Donahue-Girl like this and it breaks her already damaged heart all over again.

Mac laid with her head in Rue's lap. They stopped speaking after Mac told her what happened. Rue didn't know what to say to make the girl feel better, so she just sat on her bed and stroked Mac's shiny hair.

The 17-year old teenager didn't know if she was a bad person because at that moment she thought Mac was truly gorgeous with her slightly red eyes, pink cheeks and wild hair lying all over her crossed legs. 

There was something sadly aesthetic about it. 

Maybe it was because Rue was high. Maybe it was Mac's scent. She always smelled very fruity. Sometimes like peach like now, sometimes like pear nectar, mango or passion fruit. 

Fuck she smelled like a frigging fruit salad and Rue loved that. 

"I still love him." Mac broke the comfortable silence. Her hoarse voice was rough and unclear. "But I don't want to love him anymore." 

Mac thought that after her father no one could break her heart again. Cohan Donahue left his family for a younger woman when Mackenna was 4 years old. She was daddy little princess so it's not surprising that now she has nothing but hatred for him. The fact that her mother stirred up this hatred didn't make it any better.

But now, after breaking up with Nate, she felt terrible. Like someone had ripped her heart out while she was still alive. 

And then there was this voice in her head that whispered so many questions to her; was it my fault? What could I have done differently?

Am i not enough? 

Mackenna felt like she was grieving not just the past relationship, but the future she thought their would have together.

Her heart tightened painfully as another wave of sadness was hitting her. Her lip began to tremble slightly and her eyes started to get bloodshot.

Make it stop. 

"Rue, it hurts. It hurts like hell. My heart...I can't...I can't breathe. Please make it stop. Please Rue.. please..." –

"Shh, it's okay. It's okay." Rue felt like she's useless and anything but a good friend for Mackenna. Mac's sobs brought tears to her own eyes. It hurt her to see her best friend like this. 

"Please Rue make it stop. MAKE IT STOP!" Mac desperately held her head. She wanted these images to disappear from her memory. "No.. no.. Stop it please." Her voice was just a weak whisper now. 

Rue was overwhelmed with the situation. So overwhelmed that she didn't know what to do other than open the drawer of her nightstand and take out the little bag. Cocaine. Maybe this will help her? Of course it will help her dumbass. 

Rue shifted under Mac's head. "Mac?" Her best friend's tear-stained eyes looked up at her. "Uh, i have something that will help you. But.." –

Before Rue could finish her sentence, Mac had discovered the little packet of white powder in her hand. The Donahue-Girl quickly grabbed the drug, placed it on Rue's night stand and set a line of cocaine with the credit card from her wallet like she had done it a hundred times before. Then she snorted the Florida snow through the nose with a rolled bill. 

Rue felt bad because the sight of Mac doing drugs turns her on. 

That was the day Mac decided never to get emotionally involved with a boy again. 

The day she became 
the unbroken bitch.

Mac sat at her dressing table, adding some finishing touches on her makeup for the party at Mckay's. Some black eyeliner and nude lipstick to match her dark dress. 

Yeah we hate Nate Jacobs but even though we can't stand him.. It's America. And if they were throwing an end of summer party, of course we'd fucking go. 

"Mac Baby, do you think my areolas look weird?" Maddy asked, showing her naked boobs through the phone since she was on a videocall with Mac. 

The Donahue-Girl raised an eyebrow in confusion and looked at the Latina's tits. "Nope, they look absolutely normal." 

Although Maddy had datet Mac's ex-boyfriend, the two girls got along pretty well. After the night of Mac's mental break down, it seems that she suddenly turned off her emotions for this guy. Thanks for the drugs. She didn't care about Nate anymore. She's over him. 

"But, like the edges though?" Maddy asked, once more showing her friends her breasts. 

"Yeah, they looks fine too me." Kat said. 

"Fine, like they're kinda weird or fine, like nobody but me would ever notice what i notice?" 

Mac rolled her eyes while tying her long hair into a high ponytail. 

"Fine, like shut the fuck up, Maddy." BB groaned, taking a hit from her vape. 

The brunette on the other end of the line grinned at BB's words. Maddy glared at her, which only made mac grin even more. The Latin sighted. "I'm disgusting, I'm literally look disgusting." She pulled her pink top back over her tits. 

With a deep breath through her nose, Mac put down the comb and grabs her phone from her dressing table. "Listen Bitch, i don't care what Nate told you but you're beautiful. Your boobs are beautiful, okay? Don't let wack ass people like him fuck with your dope ass energy. You're a bad bitch and you'll killing it tonight, so take a deep breath and remember who the fuck you are!" 

The Perez-Girl was touched by Mac's little pep talk. She didn't know how her and Nate's relationship went since neither of them talked about it, but Maddy would bet he had treated Mac better than he had treated her. Where else does Mac's self-confidence come from?

"You know I love you, right?" Maddy asked the brunette rhetorically.  Mac's answer is a kiss thru the phone camera. 

Kat was laid out on Maddy's bad as she overheard the conversation between the two girls. "Mac's right. You're hot as fuck. Nate's a loser who cares?" 

"EXACTLY!" Mac shoutet happily. 

"He's not a loser, he's a dick." The Latina corrected the girls. 

"All dicks are loosers, duh." Kat answered with an eye roll. 

Mac puts on her glittery Overknees. while she thinks about Kat's Statement. "Well.. at least dicks make my vagina happy." 

Maddy grinned, but before she could say anything, BB spoke up from behind. "Look, bottom line, y'all need to walk into this party, like your pussy cost a million dollars." 

– "You mean we should dress like Mac?" Kat snorted while she checked herself out in the hand mirror. The girls laughed but they all knew the Hernandez-Girl was speaking the truth. Mac was probably the only person on this planet who still managed to look expensively while she was literally naked. 

"Yeah yeah whatever. I have to go, my nail lady is waiting for me. 

See y'all at the party."

Nate glared at his first ex-girlfriend while dancing with a girl himself. 

Maddy fucked some guy in the pool and Mac fucked half a guy in the middle of the dance floor. It drove him crazy losing control like that. 

Actually, he didn't care who fucks Maddy, he just cared that others don't saw him as a loser ex from the slut who was fucked in the pool. 

Maddy was only a means to an end.

She's hot, - although not nearly as hot as Mac - when he's up for sex she's there and the bonus is he can make Mac jealous with her. 

Even though she couldn't care less. 

But other than that he doesn't give a single fuck to the Perez-Girl. 

But he cared about Mackenna and he didn't like the fact that she's dancing with a other dick. Nate isn't dumb, he knows the guy wants her pussy. Just like every boy wants a piece of her. 

He angrily grabed the wrist of the girl who's been kissing his torso the whole time and pulled her behind him. 

"Come on, let's fuck."

The blonde-haired girl didn't hesitate and followed the quarterback happily. 

When his ex-girlfriends were having fun, then he will have fun too and fuck some bitch from behind while thinking about Mac. 

Rue was sitting on a couch with Fezco. Both high and chilling. While the drug dealer does what he's here for; to sell drugs, Rue looked over the room and watched her best friend dance. With a red cup in her hand, she swung her well-rounded hips with Kat. 

"Yo Rue, why is your ass sitting here and not enjoying the party?" Fez asked out of nowhere. He knew that Rue wasn't quite the dancer, but he didn't understand why the girl spends half of the night on the sofa next to him. Apart from a few exchanges of words they don't talked anyway. 

"I enjoy the view." Rue shrugged indifferently. Her eyes still on Mac. 

Fez followed her gaze and recognized the girl, which struck him as soon as she arrived the party. "Do you know her?" 

– "Huh?" Rue looked at Fez with a raised eyebrow. He gestured with his head in the direction of the dancing girls. "Oh uh.. yeah. She has been my best friend since childhood." She muttered. 

Fez nods his head in understanding.

He taked a brief look at the brunette again then looked back at Rue. He can say that Rue liked the girl. More than she would admit to him. "Then why don't you say 'hi' to her?"

– "She's dancing." Rue answered, looking at Fez as if it's obvious why she didn't say hello to her. 

Truth is Rue was ashamed. She knew that her drug overdose had worried some people in her life. One of these people was Mac. That's one of the reasons she didn't contact her after she got out of rehab. The other reason was that Rue had absolutely no interest in staying clean and she had no idea how Mac will react to that. 

"Not anymore, bruh." 

Fez voice pulled Rue out of her thoughts. She looked up, not knowing what Fez meant until she heard screaming. Her head snapped to the dance floor. She saw Kat and Lexi, both holding back a obviously furious Mac. 

"Oh shit." Without saying anything to Fezco, she gets up from the couch and made her way through the staring crowd. 

"What was that?" Mac asked the blonde girl named Ashley. Her voice full of anger. 

The blonde was standing with her two friends across from Mac. All three laughing at the joke Ashley made about Kat's body shape but looked up when they heard Mac's voice. 

Ashley looked innocently at the Donahue-Girl. "Excuse me?" 

– "You heard me bitch don't act like you didn't heard me." Mac shouted. "And fucking look at me, when i'm talking to you. Daa fuck, you know better than that." She added when the blonde looked at her friends unsure what to say or what do.

"Mac, it's okay." Kat tried to calm down her enraged friend. 

"No it's not. You're my friend and nobody talks to you like that." Mac said to Kat before she turned her attention back to Ashley. "You hear me? She's my friend and anybody they got a problem with her they got a problem with me. Who do you think you are? Who are you calling fat, huh?"

The attention of almost all people in the living room was on the irritated Donahue-Girl. Mac losing her temper was nothing new since she's very protective of her friends but it was always entertaining. 

All Ashley could do was just stand there. She was intimidated because she knew Mac would beat her ass if it weren't for Kat and Lexi. 

"Look at you. You're personality is ugly, you can't fix ugly. She's not fat, she's curvy. Didn't you see how she bounced that booty? You're just a hater, you're literally jealous." 

Ashley spotted Nate leaning against a wall behind Mac. Watching the scene between the two girls. Embarrassed because Mac put her in her place in front of him, she gathered all her courage and took a step towards the brunette. 

"Jealous of what, bitch? Jealous that your pussy is more popular than air-fryer finger food?" 

Both Lexi and Kat reacted quickly to grab Mac's arm before she could lunged at the blonde. "Keep running your mouth and i'm about to throw hands!" Mac warned. 

Ashley grinned devilishly. She didn't even think about giving in now that she had Nate's attention. "Or jealous of your friend's wobbly ass?" 

The crowd went wild when Mac managed to free her hand from Lexi's grip and tried to grab Ashley. Unfortunately, she dodged, so that Mac only hit the blonde's cheek with her acrylic nail. But at least it leaves a bloody wound on Ashley's fair skin. 

The blonde was shocked to see blood on her fingers, coming from the scratch on her cheek "Oh my god you hit me. She hit me. You're crazy!"

– "Come on Shlee." One of her friends slung her arm around Ashley's shoulders and led her away from the dance floor. 

Mac was still trying to break free from the tight grips so she can beat up the bitch who was rude to her friend. Kat and Lexi only managed to hold her because Rue helps them. 

Mac almost accidentally knocked Rue out because she was in a blind fury but the 17-year old Teenager caught her arm on time. "Whoa hey... Mac, it's me. It's Rue." 

Hearing the voice of her best friend broke Mac's anger. Her jaw droped as she looked at the curly haired person. As if to make sure that Rue was really standing in front of her, she took her face between her hands and stroked her soft skin with her thumbs. "You're here." With that she hugged her friend who she had missed so much. 

"Yeah, i'm here." Rue whispered while she enjoys the hug of the brunettes. Her fruity scent of mango mixed with the scent of Alcohol reached her nose. For Rue it smelled a bit like home. 

Mac gently slipped out of Rue's arms. "Are you good. You look good. How long have you been back? You should have called me." 

"Yeah uh, i'm good." Rue smiled slightly, ignoring the warm feeling in her gut at Mac's compliment. 

"Yeah?" 

– "Yeah." 

Once again Mac hugged her best friend tightly. "God i missed you so much." 

Rue was grateful that Mac didn't say anything like 'I was worried.' or 'Why would you do something like this?' It would only make her feel more guilty. 

Breaking away from Rue a second time, she searched the room full of people for Maddy. 

"Have you seen Maddy?" She asked Rue when she couldn't find the Latina. "I need some shit for.." When her gaze fell on Rue her light brown eyes widened. Mac realized that she shouldn't talk to Rue about drugs since she's just back from rehab. "Shit, i'm sorry Rue. I just... you know what? Forget it, let's just.." –

"Nah, I got you. I have a friend over there. He sure has what you need." Rue uttered. She knew exactly what Mac wanted and even though she knew how wrong it was to introduce her to her drug dealer, she did it anyway. 

So far, the brunette had always gotten her drugs from Rue or Maddy. It was easy that way. Rue didn't want Mac to know where they got the drugs from, afraid Mac wouldn't need her anymore. A stupid thought, but Rue couldn't help herself. 

"Are you sure?" The Donahue-Girl looked appraisingly at Rue. When she saw her best friend's slightly red eyes, she realized why Rue had no problem introducing - her so called - friend to her. Rue was high. The brunette sighed internally but said nothing. She djdn't want to blame Rue, knowing that it won't do any good anyway. 

"Yeah, come on." 

Together they walked to the couch on which Fez was still sitting, selling some pills to some giggling girls. 

"Yo uh, Fez this is Mac, Mac this is Fezco." After the short introduction, Rue sat down on the couch. If she hadn't been so high, she might have noticed the way the two looked at each other. 

"Hey." Mac smiled sweetly before she sat down between Rue and Fezco. 

"Wassup, you good? I see ya little fight over there. Shit escalated quickly." Fez said amused. 

Mac looked at her long pink acrylic nails to make sure everything was still fine with them. "Ya, i have a short temper, i guess, so things like that can happen." 

She didn't care that everyone at the party saw this argument. It wasn't the first time and with so many stupid people in this world it certainly wasn't the last time. 

Fez nods his head in understanding. "Good to know." In a unobtrusive way he looked at the side profile of the brunette. Fuck, lil firecracker is even hotter up close. He thought. Now that he was sitting next to her he could see her nose ring and the little glitter rhinestones on her eyes. Her full lips were even juicier than he thought they would be. And shit, her scent was mesmerizing. He looked from Mac to Rue and found that she looked at the brunette in a similar way. He didn't have the time to think about what it could mean, because Mac's suddenly looked up from her nails. 

"So,.. Rue said you have some fun stuff?" Mac asked with a mischievous smile. 

"Uh yeah, you want some weed?" 

Mac snorted a little offendet. What is she? A Stoner? Did she look like one? Yes, she smokes a joint from time to time, but can you tell that by looking at her or why did he immediately assume that she wanted to buy weed? She hoped not. 

"Weed's cute and all.." With a seductive look Mac put her hand on Fezco's denim covered knee before looking into his eyes. "But i'm more a snowblower." 

Fezco's eyebrows shot up. He hadn't expected that. "Damn Ma, you snort and shit?" 

The brunette tilted her head at that question. "Is there a problem? Like, since when do drug dealers care about their customers?" 

Since they're smoking hot. 

Fez cleard his throat, looking at the hand on his leg - but ignoring the slight twitch in his croutch - and then back at the girl. "Nah, i don't have a Problem, just wondering. You're tiny and shit. Coke is no funny business, you feel me?" 

Normally he would just give any willing customer what he wanted, but he didn't have a good feeling about Mac. Weed? No big deal, but coke? He didn't want her doing stuff like that. 

The brunette looked at Fez as if to say 'are you nuts?' but decided to pretend she didn't hear all that words. 

"Yeeaaah.. so do you have coke for me?" 

Not really. 

Fez sighted softly, but reached into his pocket and pulled out a small packet of white powder. He's a drug dealer after all. 

Mac took her hand off Fezco's leg and grabed the drug from his large hand. "What do i owe you? Ah you know what. Here." She pulled a $100 bill out of her bra and handed it to Fez. "Should be enough, right?" 

Unlike Fez, Rue was not at all surprised that the brunette was carrying so much money. Her Mom was rich as fuck. She's an attorney for popular people, plus Mac's dad paid an outrageous amount of child support to her, so $100 was nothing in Mac's world. 

"Nah ma, that's too much.." –

"No, it's cool. Keep it." Mac assured him while she skilfully opend the small packet and dipped her long pink nail inside. Then she brought her index finger to her nose and snorted the white powder deeply. 

"Shit ma, you doing this here?" Fez asked unnecessarily since she already did. He almost couldn't believe it. She's in a room full of people taking coke like it's candy and not an illegal drug. But then again, the majority of teenagers here took shit like this. 

Mac half sprawled on the couch as the cocaine took effect. Her eyes on Fez. Man, he's fine. She thought dreamily. 

Of course she had things that attracts her the most, like dimples or facial hair, but even that wasn't something a boy needed to have for her to find him attractive and have sex with him as a result. 

But two things a boy always had to be for her; older and taller than her.

She was 16 years old at the time, so i get why she didn't want to sleep with anyone younger than her since boys that age are immature like hell. 

And like many girls, she wanted to feel like a boy can protect her, even if the relationships Mac has are purely sexual. 

She's 5'1 so it's not really hard for a boy to be taller than her. 

Hell, I am taller than her. 

And so is Nate Jacob's. 

And Fez. 

"Shit I really want to kiss you right now." Mag giggled. Her light brown eyes still on the man next to her. 

Rue rolled her eyes. "Shuddup Mac, you're high." She would never admit it out loud, but she didn't like the idea of Mac kissing Fez. 

Or Mac kissing anybody. 

Fez on the other hand would have liked it if he didn't know Rue was right. Little girl is on cocaine, she'd kiss anyone right now. 

As the brunette put her hand on his thigh again, he put his own hand on hers to stop her from getting any stupid ideas like undoing his belt or putting her hand on his cock or something. 

"I'm not that high, Kangarue." Mac laughed at her pun but kept her attention on Fezco. "You're dressed like a Streetwear OG. Shit turns me on." 

Sometimes this shit get annoying. 

Fez knew that was wrong, but he couldn't help when his cock twitched happily at the little brunette's words. 

Mac really wanted to kiss the drug dealer, so she leaned in. 

Neither of them noticed Rue's skeptical look as she followed the scenario. 

When Mac's nose brushed the skin of Fezco's cheek, he gently grabbed her shoulder and pushed her away from him. "Don't do this, ma.We don't want you to regret it, do we?"

– "Won't you kiss me?" She looked at him with big eyes and pouty lips. 

Course I do. But i fucking can't. 

He was spared having to come up with an excuse because Mac's attention was suddenly drawn to the screams coming from a other room. Without saying a word, she got up from the couch and walked towards the kitchen. 

"Whoa hey hey.. Mac.." Rue, who also recognized the voice of the man screaming, knew this wouldn't end well, so she tried to grab Mac's wrist. The brunette just shooked Rue's Hand off. Fez, who didn't knew what was going on, looked back and forth between the two girls in confusion but shrugged it off when Rue also got up and followed the brunette. 

When two guys came to him who want to buy Molly, he got distracted anyway. 

"...Does anybody know who the fuck Jules is? At all. You, do you know who the fuck Jules is? So, who are you?" Nat yelled for everyone to hear. 

"I'm just minding my own business. I'm not trying to start anything." The frightened girl responded. 

Nate moved menacingly closer to her face. "Well, no, you're not. Nobody that looks like you is minding their own business. i know what you are. Yeah. Yeah, i see you. So what do you want? You want some, some attention? 'Cause i'll give you some fucking attention. Yo, is anybody here friends with Jules? Anybody? Does anybody know who the fuck this bitch is? Somebody better speaks up, or this bitch is gonna get fucked up." 

– "She's my friend, so back the fuck off, asshole." Mac said while she put her hand on his bare chest and pushed him away from the blonde girl. 

Mac had no idea who Jules was, but she won't just stand there an watch how her stupid ex-boyfriend create a big scene at the innocent girl's expense. 

"Oh so now you wanna talk Mac, huh? Now you wanna fucking talk?" The Jacob's-boy fleered. 

"No, i want you to leave Jules alone. Hey, you okay?" She removed her hand from Nate's body and turned away from him to focus on the blonde.

Jules nods her head confused and grateful at the same time. She didn't know Mac either. So she had no idea why the girl was helping her while everyone else just stood there in silence and watched the tall guy yelling at her. 

Nate didn't like that Mac turned away from him, so he pulled her back towards him by her wrist. A disgusted look on his face when he looked Mac up and down. 

"You look like a whore." 

–  "That's okay Natty-boy, i've been called worse things by better people." She fake smiled. 

"Oh really, like what?" 

– "Your girlfriend."

Nate's anger was literally written all over his face. His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed as he leanded down to the petit girl. "You didn't mind being my girlfriend when i had my head between your thighs." He sneered while his grip on Mac's wrist becomes so tight that a whimper escaped her lips. 

When Jules heard that, she quickly grabbed a knife from the kitchen counter, shoving it in Nates face. 

"Don't fucking touch her." The blonde barked. 

Nate let go of his ex-girlfriend so that she could step aside, startled by this turn. 

"Yo, put the fucking knife down." The star quarterback demanded but the blonde didn't listen to him. 

"YOU WANNA FUCKING HURT HER? OR ME?" 

– "No, i was fucking kidding." Nate lied, hoping to defuse the situation. 

"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?" Jules pointed the Weapon at Nate. 

"Put the fucking knive down, okay. I was A joke It was a.. Mac Baby tell her it was just a fucking joke." The Jacob's-boy looked at the brunette but she ignored her ex-boyfriend's pleading and looked at her acrylic nails as if they were the most amazing thing in the world. 

"You have no fucking idea. See?" Jules hissed, slicing the inside of her forearm with the blade. 

"You're psycho!" Nate shriked. 

"I'm fucking invincible." The blonde yelled when she smeared the blood from her wound on his naked upper body. 

Mac had no fucking idea what Jules was saying but watched the scenario in front of her like she was watching a horror movie. Her ex-boyfriend was the victim - the crazy girl was... well, she was the crazy girl. Mac kinda enjoyed it. 

"You're a fucking freak. What the fuck?" 

Jules put the knife aside and walked backwards toward the kitchen exit. "By the way, i'm Jules. I just moved here." She said to everyone before walking out of the room. 

"Damn, that was crazy." Mac muttered to herself. 

Rue, who watched the whole thing from the doorframe, walks towards her best friend and gently grabs her upper arm to get her attention.

"Come on, we go home." She said before exchanging a blank look with Nate. 

Mac furrowed her eyebrows - not realizing what just happened seconds ago - but followed Rue.

I ended spend the night with Jules's after the party. 

Mac and I met her in front of McKay's and after she thanked Mac she helped me with her. I don't know what kind of coke she took, but whatever it was, it must have been really good 'cause her mood was euphoric. 

Whatever.

Jules and i brought her sorry ass home 'cause even though Mac was convinced she could still drive, i wouldn't let her 'cause bitch was higher than the fucking Mount Everest.

After that we went to Jules house. I patched Jules' arm, and then we got high together. We laid side by side on her bed and stared at the ceiling. Lofi music plays softly in the background, Led lights illuminated the room.

It could have been nice if the blonde hadn't raved about Mac half the time.

I love Mac and all but sometimes i hated how she captivated everyone without even trying.

Rue picked up her phone from the mattress beside her and read through the text message she'd received.

BebeeRue 🌳💞
Why would u want
Fezco's number?

Mac' n cheese 💅💞
Who's Fezco????

BebeeRue 🌳💞
Bitch r u still high??

BebeeRue 🌳💞
Fezco is my fkn drug dealer

Mac' n cheese 💅🏻💞
LMAO i literally thought his
name was Fez

Mac' n cheese 💅💞
w/e i want his number so i can get in touch with him if i want some snowy things then i don't have to bother you since u're just out of rehab 

I knew that wasn't the real reason Mac wanted his number the same night she met Fez and, oh well, wanted to kiss him.

But what should i tell her?

That i don't want her to have his number 'cause i know he's going to be her new booty call and that just the thought of the two sleeping together makes me sick?

I mean that would have been t he tr uth but this shit screams jealousy.

So i did what i had to do to not seem like a crazy ass bitchhead.

BebeeRue 🌳💞
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Mac' n cheese 💅🏻💞
TY FAV

see u soon
goodnuggles ☁💓

BebeeRue 🌳💞
Hoodnight

Needless to say i didn't sleep well that night since Jules only talked about Mac and said Mac asked for Fez's number to very likely have sex with him.

Ugh.

At the same time, Mac lay in her king-size bed, - freshly showered and dressed in her cow pajamas - debating whether to text Fezco or leave it until tomorrow. She don't know exactly why, but somehow she can't get the guy with the short hair and blue eyes out of her mind.

He's hot yeah... but so are many people. There's more to fez than just good looks. Mac felt like she liked him immediately. Sitting next to him made her feel comfortable and safe - not that she needed protection, but she liked the feeling of it. And his voice.. His voice was pleasant as fuck. Just thinking about how he spoke to her gave her goosebumps.

Mac wasn't lying when she said she wanted to kiss him.

She just didn't know if it was because she was sexually attracted to him or because she really wanted to know what it would feel like.

The brunette looked at her digital alarm clock display. It's after 2 in the morning. Maybe he's asleep? or maybe he found someone to hook up with... Ew. Please no.

Somehow the thought of it frustrates her.

Okay Mackenna, stop this shit right now, like for real. I met this guy at a party and exchanged maybe 5 full sentences with him. What's wrong with me? Am I that horny? Or...

Mac huffed in defeat. "Fuck off." She mumured to herself. Then she grabbed her iPhone, which she had previously placed on her bedside table, and scrolled through her contact list.

Fez had just said goodnight to Ash as the little kid went to bed after the movie they watched together when his phone buzzed on the coffee table. He rubbed his face tiredly before checking who was texting him at this unholy hour. 

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Hey, it's Mac, i asked Rue for
your number, hope that's
cool for u.

His eyebrows furrowed. Why would she want his number? For drugs, bruh. What else would she want youry number for?

Fez
yeah no biggie

After adding the girl to his new contacts, he wanted to put the phone away but the buzzing from it stopped him.

Mac
Ok good (:

WYD?

A little smirk grows on Fez's face as he read the message. Is lil one trying to start a convo with me?

Fez
just watched a
movie with my bro

WBU?

Mac
Rue and the crazy girl from
the party, Jules, i guess, took me
home and then i took a shower, now i'm lying in my bed so
nothing special

U have a bro? That's cool  (:

Fez
The girl who cut her own arm?
shit yeah i heard about her.
i also heard about a girl who
beat nate jacob's ass with just
her words, Playboy's hella mad

Yeah, do u have any sibs?

Mac was also looking at her phone screen with a smile on her lips as she types reply. The brunette really appreciated that Fez - unlike other dudes she's texted before - didn't respond with 'what are you wearing?' when she said she's in her bed. She hated that type of guy's.

It's so original.

It's not that Mac didn't like dirty talk and all -  she did but only with selected people and not with random dudes... or chicks.

The Donahue-Girl couldn't help but think that Rue's drug dealer is really really cute because he didn't asked her for nudes.

She also had to giggle at Fez's story about her ex-boyfriend being pretty angry because of her.

Motherfucker deserved it .

Mac
oopsie 😊
U call him playboy?
Is he a friend of yours
or something?

And uh no, i'm an only child.

Fez frowned at her question about Nate. Was she interested in him? He hoped not, he ain't a fucking Cupid or some shit. He texted her back while the intro to a new movie was playing on the TV in the background.

Fez
Nah just a Kid who
buys from me.

What do u call him?

Ah, now she knows where Nate got his drugs from. He'd been on that shit since they were a couple, way before she took coke herself.

Mac
Since he's my last
year's model i've called
him by every possible insult

Fez
Shit ma u've dated him?

Mac
Shame on me

but w/e what do u
do for living beside
ur little illicit activity?

Fez was never the biggest fan of texting, but at that moment he felt comfortable. He felt like he had known that litlle spitfire for ages when in reality he had just met her that night. He's pleased that she didn't just see him as the drug dealer, but that she assumes he's doing something else on the side. 

Relaxed, he put his legs on the coffee table while leaning back in the soft cushions, his phone in hand he typed an answer.

Fez
I run a grocery store

Mac
rly????
how old are u?

Unlike Fez, Mac had always  enjoyed texting, especially with her girls. She just can't remember the last time she had a conversation with a boy that wasn't about cock and ass fucking, so that was a nice change.

Fez
19, u?

Mac
sweet 16, but only a few more weeks, then i'll be a year older

Damn, she's young, Fez thought as he lit a joint. But then again, when she turns 17 in a few weeks, she won't be much younger than Rue.

Fez
Yeah make sense

Mac
So, where is ur store?

Mac and Faz didn't really
text much more that night, but
they didn't have to 'cause they
saw each other just a day later.

Fezco sat on the white chair in front of his store, smoking a freshly rolled joint when suddenly a rather conspicuous car pulled into the parking lot. A fucking pink range rover, gleaming in the midday sun, pulled up in front of him.

With a suspicious expression on his face, he took a hit of his doobie and waited to see who was going to get out of the bitch cart.

His surprise that it was Mac who got out of the car was indescribable.
He had expected that he would soon have to deal with a Paris Hilton clone or a middle aged woman in a mid-life crisis but to his relief it was just Mac.

With an amused smile, he rose from his chair and approached the girl.

She looked different, but a good different.

Unlike at the party, Mac wasn't wearing a short dress and high heels, but a green sweater with matching shorts and white sneakers. Her hair lay open in slight waves over her shoulders, only a back section was loosely held together with a small hair clip. She was also wearing less make-up than the night before. Because of her eyelash extensions, she only needed to fill in her eyebrows and put on some lip gloss.

Fez liked the way she looked this day. He liked what he saw at the party as well, but he liked it more when girls wore casual clothes like oversized hoodies or baggie jeans and shit. But truth be told, Mac would probably look good in any-fucking-thing.

"Shit ma, this your car?" Fezco asked, still amazed at the car parked in front of his shop.

Fuck the car wasn't shiny, it was covered in glitter from top to bottom. What a chick car.

Mac looked from her vehicle to the man in front of her, grinning at his astonished expression. "Yeah, it was a gift from my mom. It's a special production."

– "I see." Fez answered with a nod as he took another hit of his joint.

The brunette watched how a cloud of white smoke left his mouth and wished she had something to get high too but, like really high. Mac didn't want to make Fez feel like she just came here for drugs, but after an awkward run-in with her mother this morning, she needed something to quiet her thoughts about it.

"Do you have something else?" She asked him with a playful smile.

Just like yesterday at the party, he would have preferred to deny her anything harder than weed but fuck, that was his job.

"Nah, just dope." Just as he was about to offer her the weed, he sees a white pickup truck in the distance.

Fez quickly looked back at Mac. "But uh Ashtray is in the back." With his thumb he pointed to his shop behind him. "He has something there."

Mac gave him a lopsided grin. "Okay, uhm... are you coming with me or..." –

"I'll be right with you ma,... just need to do sum business." He explained to the brunette while putting a hand in the pocket of his baggy jeans.

Mac got the hint. She nodded, smiling and then walked towards the store in front of her.

As Fez told her, she walked down the aisle to the freezer and opened the door.

The brunette froze as a little boy looked up at her from his Tupperware box he was eating Lucky Charms.

While her eyes roamed the room she slowly walked towards the boy

She approached the boy with a cute smile. "Uh hey..." –

"Who the Fuck are you and what do you want here?" With a blank face, the boy set his cereal aside as he waited for an answer.

His harsh tone in his voice confused Mac, but she stayed calm and kept smiling. "Name's Mac. Fez told me to come over here. I'm looking for Ashtray. Your father, i guess?"

The boy snorted. "Nah Baby, i'm Ashtray."

–"You're Ashtray? You're look like a 10 year's old boy."

"And you look like baby bop, whats your point, man?"

Mac had to grin at the 'Barney and Friends' reference and what can she say, he's not wrong since her outfit is almost completely green.

Still surprised that a pre-teen has face tattoos and is apparently Fezco's business partner, a sudden thought occured to her. "Wait, You're Fez's brother, aren't you?"

Ashtray looked the girl up and down skeptically before deciding to ignore her question and ask one himself. "He told you to come here?"

Fez had never sent anyone to the back except for Rue. If there was a customer, Fez always picked up the drugs from him and handed them to the customer unobtrusively in front of the store.

You don't let a customer in the bank to the money, you bring the money to the customer. That was the rule.

"Yeah, he said you got what i want." With the same playful grin she gave  Fez before. She wasn't offended that he didn't answer her ququestion, he doesn't know her after all. Basically she could be a cop or something.

Ashtray raised an eyebrow. "Ah and what is that?"

– "Coke."

Surprised, he raised the other eyebrow.

Mac sighed. "What? Why are you looking like that? You have the same look as Fez yesterday when i asked him for some snow."

"Easy here. I'm not responsible for what my face does when you talk." Ashtray scoffed as he turns to the microwave.

Mac let her eyes roam around her surroundings. It looked like a normal storage room - here and there are shelves with different stuff, chests of drawers stand against the walls right and left and in front of her is a large wooden table - but the fact that Ashtray took a bowl with a bag full of drugs out of the microwave turned the supposed storage room into a back room where drug deals were done.

Mac giggled. "No, but thanks." With these words she pulled a $100 bill out of her bra this time. After she lined up the cocaine in an accurate way, she pinched her one nostril closed and inserting the dollar bill to the other. Mac sniffed the line and moaned as she opened her eyes. "Fuck, this is good stuff." She giggled again.

While Mac pursued her little addiction in the store, Fez waited outside for his customer to reach him. When the pickup truck pulled up next to him, Nate got out and greeted him with a handshake, but in reality they exchanged drugs for money.

As if he hadn't already seen from afar that his ex-girlfriend's car was parked here, the Jacob's-Boy let his eyes wander around the area. "So uh, what's my girl doing here?" He asked, looking back to Fez.

Fezco took one last drag on his joint before tossing it to the ground. "I have no idea what you're talking about, bruh."

Nate scoffed. "Course not." He glanced at the man in front of him, before walking past him towards the store's entrance.

Fez wanted to go after him, knowing full well that Nate was talking about Mac when he was asking for 'his girl', but another teenager walked up to him, stopping him from doing so.

Mac closed the freezer door behind her and happily walked back down the aisle she had come from earlier. 

When the brunette heard footsteps she stopped singing and looked up. She thought it was Fezco, but when she saw Nate her face twisted into an annoyed expression. She quickly wiped her nose to make sure there was no residue of the coke left there.

Nate noticed that Mac clenched one of her hands into a fist as he stopped her from walking past him. "What are you doing here?"

He asked, tilting his head and trying to make eye contact with his ex girlfriend but she avoided him.

"Not that it's any of your business but i'm shopping groceries. It's a grocery store, right?" Mac glanced at the shelf next to her and saw a can of corn which she grabbed. "Oh that's exactly what i wanted. Now if you'll excuse me, i have to pay these yellow things."

He quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back towards him, causing Mac to open her fist and reveal the small package of drugs in her hand.

Nate narrowed his eyes. "So you found the local drug dealer."

The brunette tore herself away from him and gave him a superior look. "Yeah and now i know why you never wanted me to be there when you bought drugs 'cause he's a hell of a guy."

His ex-girlfriend's words made his blood boil, but he tried not to show it. "Oh yeah? Do you suck his cock for this shit?" Nate sneered, nodding to the cocaine in her hand.

Mac cocked her head. "You know what's literally super funny? That you always try to make me look like a whore even though it was you who cheated on me."

"Stop fighting baby, i already told you that was a mistake." He leaned in closer. So close that Mac felt his warm breath on her skin as he whispered his next words as if they were meant to be a threat to her. "We both know that we belong together."

The brunette tried to turn her head away, but Nate is stronger than her and holds it in place, causing her to whimper.

"Hey asshole, let her go and get your ass outta here!" Someone shouted.

Nate looked behind his ex girlfriend and saw Ashtray standing there. He wanted to laugh at the little boy trying to tell him what to do, but then he saw the hammer in his hand and let go of Mac. Once again he looked at her meaningfully. "I see you at school." With that, he left the store.

As he walked past Fez, who's just entering the store, he gave him a hard look.

This fucker better not fuck his girl.

Mac took a deep breath before turning to Ashtray. She wasn't scared of nate, but she just couldn't take it when he touched her. "Thank you." She said with a smile.

"Yeah yeah it's okay, he's a fucker anyway." He dismissed it as if it wasn't a big deal. But for Mac it was. He didn't need to intervene, but he did and she appreciated it.

"Hey, you okay, ma?" Fez asked as he approached Mac, automatically placing his hand on her lower back.

Both looked at him. While Ashtray looked at him thoughtfully, Mac gave him a grateful look. She thought it was cute that he was obviously worried about her.

"Yeah, um..." She glanced down at the can of corn in her hand and put it back on the shelf before glancing back and forth between the two boys. "How about we watch a movie together when you guys are done here?"

Mac just wanted to forget about the event with her ex, and if that means she can spend time with her new friends, then that's a bonus.

Mac spent the entire weekend at Fezco's . She didn't sleep there but drove back to her house Saturday night after the movie she watched with the boys.

Much to my surprise, Mac and Fez didn't have sex. I can't remember the last time Mac talked to a guy and didn't end up in bed with him afterwards. Or on a washing machine. Or in a stall in the school toilet.

Shit's disgusting but whatever.

Mac liked sex and she made no secret of it . She didn't play with people's feelings, she told the guys she want to sleep with straight out that there's nothing more than just sex. No feelings and shit.

To Mac, guys were only good for making her orgasm. But she got along pretty well with Fez even without them fucking, which doesn't mean they didn't want to .

They laughed at the same brazen silliness in the movie 'Hot Rod', they could talk about all sorts of topics and they listened to each other.

But what was most important to Fez was that Mac got along with Ashtray, even though the kid would never admit that he already liked Mac. He thought it was pretty cool that she never took his taunts personally and even came back with funny answers.

Both feel comfortable around Mac's. So comfortable that Fez told her about his grandmother and the story of how he ended up dropping out of school to run the store and the drug business.

I get it .

Mac is hella sweet and all when she likes someone and she has a quality that makes you feel like you can tell her your soul and shit.

She's very caring and you got her back in every crappy situation. I swear she would have pissed in a tylenol bottle for the drug test my mother occasionally asked me to do if she wasn't on fucking cocaine so often herself .

But you only get all that from
her if she likes you. If not, well... you know.

It's like everyone wants to be friends with her, but she doesn't want everyone to be her friend.

She's not a bully or some shit, she just puts those who deserve it in their place, but just because she's relatively friendly doesn't mean you're automatically friends with her.

But yeah no sex on saturday.

"Are you going out?"

Mac rolled her eyes in annoyance at her mother's question. Isn't it obvious? She let go of the doorknob and turned to the blonde woman.

Ophelia Donahue was standing in the entryway in one of her expensive dressing gowns. With folded arms she looked at her daughter waiting for an answer.

"Yeah. I'm going to Kat's." She said, adjusting her white purse to her arm.

"Now? Mackenna, tomorrow is school. Shouldn't you go to bed early?"

Mac sighed internally. That's exactly why Mac wanted to avoid meeting her mother before she leaved the house. She would have texted her later and excused her secret disappearance by saying that she didn't want to disturb her with her paperwork, then her mother wouldn't have been able to lecture her about how important good sleep is for school. But here she was.

Again Mac wanted to open the door, but Ophelia stopped her again. "Can't you at least put some pants on, darling? What should the people in the neighborhood think?" The blond woman shakes her head morosely.

Mac wore a multicolored, oversized t-shirt, mid-calf tennis socks with two pastel purple stripes, and her white Buffalo's with matching color accents. The t-shirt hit her mid-thigh, so pants weren't necessary.

"Mom, that's how you wear it nowadays, and besides, it's like 95°F outside."

Ophelia raised one of her perfectly groomed eyebrows. "That's how you wear it nowadays? When you where with Nathaniel, you never wore anything like that."

Yeah, 'cause Nathaniel wouldn't have liked it if i went out in such outfits. Mac thought sacartically.

He hadn't forbidden Mac from wearing revealing outfits, but he had always made her feel like a slut who was easy to get if she even showed a little skin.

Fezco, who was watching the two in amusement, while lighting up a joint, pointed to the grocery bag. "What's this, ma?" He asked.

You might think the same shit about Mac when you see her with her ass long nails and all but she cooked really well. She taught herself to cook and bake with the help of the house manager when she was fucking 10 years old.

When i was 9 years old i played basketball with my father or hide and seek with my mother and sister.
Shit's fun.

Mac had none of it . Well, she had a mother who was physically present, but she didn't care for her daughter in the way Mac's younger version would have wished . This was due to the middle-aged woman's job and lifestyle.

Ophelia Donahue wasn't a woman who cooked or baked herself . She arranged someone for this or
went to an expensive restaurants. Something Mac never wanted.
Of course she also liked to go out to eat, but arranging someone to cook for her was never an option for her. She wanted to be independent and be able to take care of herself or those she liked . She wanted to be different from her mother.

I also think mac loved all that domestic shit 'cause she never
had it herself .

It didn't take long for the mouth-watering smell of cauliflower and cheese to fill the apartment.

Fez and Ashtray meanwhile finished counting money while Mac was busy in the kitchen. The younger one scrolled through his phone while Fez tried to focus on another episode of 'ugly americans'.

Ash was right, he couldn't cook, at least not in a way that you could eat his meal without the risk of getting food poisoning, but that wouldn't have stopped him from helping Mac if she'd let him.

"Oh shit!"

Mac's loud swearing caused the two boys to look at each other before Fez quickly rosed from the couch.

On the way to the kitchen, various scenes raced through his head; Did she cut her finger while chopping vegetables? Did she burn herself with boiling water?

When he arrived the kitchen none of those horror scenes were happened. Mac leaned against the kitchen counter, phone in hand and absolutely unharmed. She was so engrossed in what she was seeing on the screen that she didn't even notice Fez approaching her.

"You good, ma?" He asked the girl. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Ash, who must have followed him because he was suddenly leaning against the door frame.

"Thank you."

She didn't judge him or Fez for dealing drugs at a young age, maybe it was because Fezco told her why they were doing it, but she was fine with that. She also didn't treat him like a child all the time and he might get used to her cooking for them. That shit was really tasty.

"Hey uh... thanks for cooking for us, i appreciate it." Fez said out of nowhere as they sat together on the couch.

Mac sat next to him with her head resting on his shoulder, but looked up at him to answer. "It was nothing." She smiled before looking back at the TV screen.

But they looked at each other a little too long because Mac suddenly felt a need. She wanted to kiss him.

Fez felt the same urge. Sighing softly, he put his arm on the back of the couch so that Mac's head was now placed on his chest. Her hand rested on his stomach.

Mac didn't want Fez to feel like she was just there so she could sleep with him. Knowing her reputation at school, she's sure Fez had already heard that she liked sex, so she tried to put her need aside, but when she noticed how his hand was playing with her curls, she looked up at him again.

Fez looked into her brown eyes and tried to resist the temptation to kiss her, but damn she looked so beautiful.

His fingers continue to play with her hair, giving her goosebumps. The sexual tension was unbearable. She couldn't hold back anymore. "Just a few little kisses." She whispered before she leaned in an pressed her lips to his.

It was different with Fez. Mac felt that everything he did for her was sincere and without ulterior motives. She really liked that feeling.

To say Mac was in a good
mood after her weekend
would be an understatement.

Of course she didn't just write
him that she had arrived safely
at home, instead the two of them texted half the night , while Mac listened to the song 'strawberry bubblegum' in a loop.

Shit's cheesy as fuck.

However, the fact that Mac had
little sleep didn't show on her face the next day. Bitch was pretty as always in her pink two-piece suit.

The crop top showed off her cheerleading abs, you didn't even
have to look around to know all
the boys were drooling all over her.
She wore a sheer super cropped sweatshirt over the top that placed the focus on her breasts. Mac didn't have the biggest boobs, but you know,...
it worked.

But what Mac definitely had was a well-formed ass, like i would eat Thanksgiving dinner off dat ass and I'm sure as hell they are people who would destroy any chair in the world, just so she would sit on there faces. The matching flare leggings perfectly accentuate her ass. To her white Buffalo's she combined a fluffy bag, 'cause two things about Mac; she hated backpacks but loved shoes that made her taller.

Two things i particularly loved about mac's look were her juicy lips and her naturally curly hair. Beside from lip gloss, she didn't wear much make-up that day. A bit of bronzer and eyebrow gel, but thanks to eyelash extensions she was able to avoid putting on fake lashes in the morning.

I swear i have the most
beautiful best friend on this planet.

My weekend wasn't too bad either. I spent a lot of time with Jules. We got along really well and after she finally forgot how hot and amazing Mac was, we were able to talk about other topics. It was fun.

Maddy asked slightly dramatically while walking down the school yard with Cassie and BB.

Mac heard someone call her name and looked up from her phone to face the person who had called her. A smile grew on her face as she saw Maddy and BB. "Sorry, i didn't see you bitches at all." She approached the twoand hugged them briefly. Cassie, on the other hand, only got a nod in greeting. "Cassie."

The blonde nodded back in a strangely intimidated way. "Hey Mac."

The thing about Mac is that while almost everyone wants to be her friend, Mac doesn't want everyone by her side.

She really doesn't refer many people as her friends. She gets along well with some and she's nice if you don't piss her off, but just because she's nice to you doesn't mean you're Mac's friend.

Obviously Cassie wasn't

Then there are people that Mac tolerates around her. These are people Mac wouldn't actually have anything to do with if they weren't in her live because of others.

I'm basically Mac's sister. Maddy, BB and Kat were her friends. She got along with Cassie. And Lexi... well she tolerated Lexi.

In her defense, the two didn't have much to do with each other. Mac's lifestyle was too wild for Lexi. Too many parties, too many drugs, too much sex. Mac, on the other hand, found Lexi boring.

It was A different story with Cassie. Mac didn't have much of an issue with the blonde. Cassie had done something to her, but Mac always had a weird feeling about her. That feeling wasn't strong enough to avoid Cassie entirely , but strong enough to keep some emotional distance from the girl.

Cassie was always secretly jealous of Mac 'cause she was pretty and popular, she always got the hottest guys, and she didn't care what other people thought.

That's why the blonde really wanted to be friends with her. She hoped it would make her a little more like Mac.

Little did she know that
nobody could be like Mac.

"Bitch, what are you talking about, we're the most expensive pussy's here, nobody can't overlook us." BB said as she entered the school building with the other girls.

When Maddy saw the phone in Mac's hands, she realized why the brunette overlooked them. "Do you text a dick?" The latina smiled teasingly.

Maddy's question also catches the attention of the other two girls, who of course want to be a part of the latest gossip.

BB snorted. "What dick? There's no chance Mac will text a guy after they fucked. Nate broke her little heart, remember?"

Mac and Maddy rolled their eyes in annoyance. They both loved the Brookes-Girl, but sometimes she just talked a lot of shit.

"Stop being a cunt, you're not funny right now." Maddy groaned as she opened her locker they had arrived at.

Normally Mac would show everyone why it's not a good idea to talk about her and Nate's ex-relationship, like, she'd probably start an argument with anyone who dropped a line like that, but BB was her friend, and besides, she got distracted when her phone buzzed in her hand.

Mac
I'm @school now, but i know at least a hundred places i'd rather be, especially one 😏

Fez ☁🍓
u cute and shit but
shit's important, ma

Without Mac being able to do anything about it, a smile spread across her face as she read Fez's answer. He's so mature, shit turns me hella on.

Maddy gasped when she saw the happy smile on her best friend's face. "Hang on! Are you really texting a guy? Who is it?" The latina positioned herself next to Mac to get a glimpse of her phone's screen, but the brunette reacted quickly, clutching her phone to her chest with a mischievous grin.

"Is it the guy you danced with at the party?" BB asked, while Maddy and Cassie curiously awaited Mac's answer, but she only grimaced at the mention of a guy she couldn't even remember.

"I don't know what y'all talking about, i literally just texted Rue." Mac lied, even though she knew none of the girls would buy that shit.

"Oh yeah? Did she send you a nude or why do you wear such a big ass smile when you read a message?" The Brooke's-Girl deadpannend.

Mac just gave BB a fake smile, while Maddy thought about who the brunette beauty might have met. Suddenly she gasped again, which drew the eyes of the other three girls to her. "When i came out of the pool..." –

"You mean when you were done letting that guy fuck you?" BB interrupted the Latina.

Maddy just rolled her eyes, but kept talking. "When i came out of the pool i looked for you but only found Kat who told me you were with Fez." She ended her story with a confident smile.

"Fez as in our drug dealer Fez?" Asked Cassie, who had stayed out of the conversation so far.

"Bitch are you fucking serious? You fuck our drug dealer?" BB asked excitedly. "That's dope, man." She added. 

It annoyed Mac that BB had spoken so loud for everyone to hear because nobody here in this damn school mind their own business, but what bothered the brunette even more was how the two girls talked about Fez, like he's good for nothing but selling fucking drugs.

"Y'all trippin." The brunette said, the irritation in her voice undeniable. She left the small group to go to her own locker before she could say anything that she might regret later. Especially around Cassie she didn't want reveal too much about her current private life.

Nate watched his ex-girlfriend disappear into the crowd of teenagers as he joined Maddy and the other two girls. He knew Mac so well that he could see that she was upset. "What was that about?" He didn't ask anyone in particular, he didn't even look at his on again - off again girlfriend because his eyes were still on Mac, who was standing a few feet away at her own locker, pulling out exercise books for the first lesson.

Maddy and Nate hadn't spoken since the incident at the party and it bothered her that he was paying so little attention to her at that moment. She closed her locker, rolling her eyes and just walked away from Nate. BB followed her.

"We think she's mad because we found out she fucks Fez." Revealed Cassie, who is still standing next to Nate.

His head snapped in her direction. The blonde could see the anger in his eyes and wondered why this information made him so angry since the two broke up a year ago. Cassie knew no more than Maddy or anyone else about their split. Neither of them talked about what happened back then.

When Nate looked back at Mac, he saw her smiling at her phone. His jaw clenched when he saw the happy smile on her lips, seeing what he already knew. The fucking wannabe gangster fucks his girl.

––

The first lesson was theatre. Mac only took this class because Rue was in it. She smiled when she saw her best friend sitting on the floor in front of the stage.

"Heeeey Beebe Rue." Mac greeted her with a kiss on the cheek before she nodded to Lexi, who was sitting next to her best friend. The younger Howard-Girl smiled in response, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

"Sup Mac?" Rue asked, letting her eyes slide up and down the girl.

The brunette sighed dramatically. "I'm done with this shit before it even starts, like who thought starting school that early was a good idea. I'm damn sure someone who didn't give a shit about their looks 'cause that someone didn't understand the meaning of beauty sleep."

Mac knew she was an overdramatic bitch, but not only was she tired or mad at Cassie and BB for seeing Fez as nothing more than a drug dealer, she was also out of drugs.

"Watchu mean beauty sleep? Your ass is hella fine." Rue answered, meaning it like she said it, although she always felt a bit awkward when she complimented Mac like this. To hide her flushed cheeks, she pulled on the hood of her maroon hoodie.

Mac smiled, touched by her best friend's words. "Thank you, babe."

When Mac gave Rue a side hug, Lexi rolled her eyes. She's been friends with Rue for almost as long as Rue and Mac have known each other, and she loved Rue. she always wanted the best for her. The problem is that she didn't think Mac is what's best for Rue. She's loud, she's wild, she's messy. Rue needs a stable constant in her life, especially after her OD, and not someone who also used drugs when life gets a little too difficult.

"So, let's start with a little improvisation. I would like each of you to get up and tell us a five minute story about your summer."

"Thanks Mackenna, but i called upon Rue. Come on, everyone. Let's give her a little encouragement." The teacher started clapping, the students imitated this action.

The brunette rolled her eyes at this stupid behavior. As if Rue would automatically feel better just because she gets applause for something she didn't even want to do. Annoyed by the situation, Mac sat back down.

When Nate Jacobs was eleven years old, he found his dad's porn collection. His dad, Cal, was obsessive. His mom always said that's who he got it from. Then he quickly realized that the colored cases and placement were no accident. It was an elaborate code, so that no one fucked with his shit.

I think that breaking up with Mac made him even crazier. He was an asshole when they were together, but he became an even bigger asshole afterwards. Or how do you explain the fact that he's been trying to get her back for over a year while maintaining an extremely toxic relationship with one of her friends?

This shit's sick.

I wasn't jealous or shit, just... confused. And in a bad mood.

"Hey Jules, you good?" With a sigh, Mac sat down at the table. Nate was really starting to get on her nerves. How many times should she tell him she's done with him?

Jules followed Mac's gaze to her bandaged arm and waved her off with a laugh. "Oh yeah, it's nothing. Thanks again for helping me."

Rue was about to bang her head on the table. Jules already thanked her several times the night of the party. She really acted like an idiot when Mac was around.

Once in her room, she closed the door and leaned her back against it with a sigh. In those moments, Mac hated having a mother whose work was more important to her than her own child. She would like to have a mother she could trust completely and talk to about anything - talk about the fact that there is probably a sex tape of her on the internet now.

Mackenna Donahue was the most fearless girl i have ever met.

I remember a situation after a party. It was the middle of the night - dark, foggy and cold. Only a few street lamps gave light to the dark street we walked along.

Mac and I were walking to my house when we were followed by two boys. At first we thought it was a coincidence, like people sometimes have to go in the same direction as you, but when we intentionally walked down a super weird path and they were still behind us , we knew they wanted something from us .

I was high that night and actually in a really good mood, but when i realized that two guys, who looked a lot stronger than mac and me were after us , i felt like i sobered up straight away. Maybe that was a self-protective reaction from my body or some shit or maybe 'cause i wanted to protect us

Mac, too, was anything but sober. She wasn't wasted, but i didn't know if she even realized we were in a potentially dangerous situation.

I tried to ignore the guys behind us and grabbed Mac's arm to walk her faster. I was fucking glad Mac didn't mind and kept telling me that thanks to Slim Shady, she finally knows 4inch can rhyme with orange.

Shit was random as fuck, but at least it distracted me and got Mac ignoring the boys too, 'cause i knew how that bitch would handle that abfuck situation.

Well, that was before these assholes started yelling things like "nice ass" or "Hey baby, you think i could get in that pants with you?"

I really fucking hoped Mac wouldn't hear it but bitch was high not deaf, so yeah... she heard and she reacted just like i thought she would.

She stopped and turned to the two boys and waited a moment until the boys were closer to us . I tried to get her to keep walking but mac just nonchalantly said she'll handle it .

When the boys stopped in front of us the jet black haired Teenager checked Mac out, while the blonde did the same to me . In the light of the street lamp i could see the lust in her eyey - as if they were hungry hyenas ready to pounce on their prey or some shit like that.

The dark haired boy told Mac that her body was really hot and he knew exactly what to do with it , taking another step towards the then 15 year old Mac.

That made her giggle , she also took a step towards the boy. The guy sure thought his disgusting words worked and she was flirting with him, but i knew Mac better. I knew almost every look and every action of hers.

She looked up at him with a sweet smile and ran her index finger over the fabric of his brown hoodie and then faster than the boy could react, she cupped his cock through the fabric of his jeans pants. "Damn, i love that tiny dick of yours!" She said and laughed before grabbing my hand and turning to leave the two idiots all by themselves.

Needless to say, the guy didn't find this as funny as Mac did. He grabs her wrist and yanks her away from me then presses her hard against the street light. I wanted to step in and help Mac, but the blonde grabbed my upper arms and held me tight.

I was afraid. The guy hissed insults at Mac, getting louder with each word and there was nothing i could do .

But Mac stayed relaxed. I didn't know what it was like inside, but on the outside she seemed unafraid at all, even though the dark-haired dude shook her hard with every syllable he uttered .

Suddenly she even smiled, which seemed to confuse the guy, but it confused him even more when she held up her phone next to him. Mac told him that all she had to do was press a button and her mother, who was a police officer, would send a whole squad of police cars to her.

Of course that was a lie, but the guys didn't know that and it worked. After the blonde told his buddy he didn't need the police and stuff, the dark haired boy let go of Mac with one last angry look and they left.

While I was still shaking as we walked to my house, Mac seemed like nothing had happened. It annoyed me that she didn't say a word about the fact that we were being harassed in the street, but that only made me think even more that she is the most fearless girl i know.

Mac's lips parted slightly, she wanted to say something but didn't know what, instead she watched Fez as he hid the gun in the other couch. The fact that he expected a gun to be involved in the conversation with his guest told the girl that it probably wasn't a coffee chat, not that she thought it was, but... she didn't actually knew what she was thinking or why Fez wanted her out of the house so badly. All she thought about was that she wanted drugs.

"Mac." Fez's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. She looked at his serious face and waited for what he had to say. "The guys who are about to be here,... you don't play with guys like them. I want you to sit here and not give a fucking peep, you hear me?" In response, Mac merely nodded her head. "Aight." With that, Fez goes to the door to open it. His eyes immediately fell from his supplier to the girl standing in front of him.

"Look who i found outside your door, is that your little bitch?" Mouse asked in amusement as he held the girl by the shoulders and pushed her past Fezco and into the house.

After Mouse's business partner entered the apartment, Fez closed the door and turned to his supplier. Nah, bruh, that's like my little sister." He answered.

Rue, who had no idea what was going on and actually only came to Fez's house because she wanted some xanax or some shit, looked from Fez to Mouse when he conducted her on her shoulders in the living room. Fez quickly followed the three, if there was one thing he didn't want, it was for Rue and Mac to be alone in a room with Mouse and his business Partner.

"Oh dang Fez, another one? Also a little sister?" Mouse asked sarcastically while motioning for Rue to sit next to Mac on the couch.

Both girls looked at each other - wondered what the other one was doing here - but said nothing because of the situation.

"She's a friend." Fez said, hoping they would finally get down to business but Mouse was having way too much fun with the fact how tense Fez was.

Mac also saw how uncomfortable Fez was as he sat down on the couch across from them and felt immediately felt guilty. She was about to give him an encouraging smile, when her attention was diverted from that creepy guy.

"Well then, hello there, little sis." Mac watched as he brought Rue's hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. "My name is Mouse. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Then his dark eyes slid to Mac. He lasciviously let his gaze slide over her tanned legs and licked his lips with a smirk. When he wanted to grab Mac's hand too, she reacted quickly and pulled her hand away from him.

"Don't even think about it." Mac hissed while looking confidently into Mouse's eye.

Glancing over at Fez i saw how tense he was. I get that, 'cause at that moment i felt like i was back in the situation with the two guys who were harassing us.

I just wanted Mac to shut up, so that what was happening there would be over quickly, but it just wasn't in Mac's nature to know when to shut up. This Mouse-Guy was creepy as fuck, but she didn't shy away from defying him. 

Bitch wasn't only fearless, but also reckless.

I didn't know Fez knew dudes like that but, you know, that's was happens when you hang out with drug dealers.

Mouse's deep chuckle filled the dim room as he rose from his kneeling position. "You're a feisty one, i fucking like that." He said before turning to his business partner who was standing at the table behind them. "Yo, Custer, toss me that bag."

Mac and Fez make brief eye contact, with Fez giving her a please-chill-and-don't-start-anything - look. Mac gave him a look that was supposed to say 'I didn't do anything', then she glanced slightly over her shoulder as Mouse placed the contents of the bag on the table.

"Alright, check it. I got 100 OP-OC 80s, 500 Xanny bars, 500 20s of Addy. I'm low on Vikes, so if you wanna cop some Vikes, you better 'em today, 'cause i got, like 50 left. I got a quad of that Cali medicinal,  and an ounce of Molly."

Yo, that's a fuck ton of drugs.

Turning my head to Mac, i saw that her eyes were on the whole shit, too. I'm even sure i could see a sparkle in her light brown eyes. After all, she's no better than me , 'cause she's also an addict.

"Custer, what's the math on that?"  Mouse asked his business partner, who was sitting on the back of the couch. Even though he wasn't touching Mac, Fez felt he was too close to the girl.

"Uh, 25, 15, 100, 35, 77 and 25... 7750."

Mac barely heard the random numbers and she didn't notice Rue looking at her or the exchange of looks between Fez and Ash, who was leaning against a wall at the living room entrance, because her full attention was still on the drugs. That was what she came to Fez for and she still wanted some, especially now that they were being served to her on a silver platter.

Fez scanned Rue and Mac to make sure they were okay. The former of the two sat tensely on the couch with her hands in her lap. Mac, on the other hand, looked like she was about to jump up and choose one of the damn candys.

Before Mac actually could do anything stupid, Fez pulled the bag of money out of his pocket with a barely visible shake of his head. He didn't like that Mac was so calm because it meant she didn't understand the situation she was in. "Here."

Mouse caught the bag and immediately threw it at Custer so he could count the money. His dark eyes fall on Mac again and as if she felt his gaze on her skin, she looked from the table to the man. He narrowed his eyes at her behavior. It impressed him that Mac wasn't shy about looking him in the eyes, it impressed him even more that he didn't see any fear or nervousness in her eyes. Little girl is a brave one... and a sexy one too.

He tore his gaze away from the beautiful brunette and turned to Fez. "Sure you don't want no fentanyl?" He asked.

Fez, who had watched the brief exchange of looks between Mac and Mous tensely, shook his head in response. "Nah, man. I'm cool off that shit." He said, straightening up a bit as Mouse steps in front of the couch, where the two teenage girls were sitting. "Too many ODs, i dont want the heat."

The Tattooed Man took note of his reply but didn't react as he sat down next to Rue. "How about you, little sis? Did you ever tried fentanyl?"

Mac squinted at Mouse, she could guess what he was getting at and was ready to intervene.

"No" Unlike Mac, Rue avoided eye contact when answering him.

Mac had never taken fentanyl, only heard of it, but the fact that Fez didn't want the drug because there are too many ODs, told her everything she needed to know.

"No, she's good, bruh." Fez said, but Mouse didn't care one bit. He ignored Fez and tucked a strand of hair behind rue's ear.

When Mac saw this, something inside her snapped. She really tried not to say anything for the sake of Fez, but seeing how uncomfortable her best friend felt about this creep, she couldn't and wouldn't accept it without a word.

"Hey, don't fucking touch her. She doesn't want your stuff so leave her alone." She spat and placed her hand protectively on Rue's.

Mouse glanced at Mac, amusement gleaming in his eyes. "What's your name, little girl?" He asked the brunette in a deep voice.

"That's none of your business." She answered in a firm voice.

That made Mouse chuckle. Tough bitch. He turned his head over his shoulder at Fez, who regrets not spearing Mac in his room. "What's her Name?"

Fez exhaled deeply while glancing at Mac. He didn't want to give his supplier any information about the girl, but he knew that if he didn't say anything, the deal wouldn't end well, so he shifted his eyes from Mac to Mouse to answer him.

"It's Mac." He said in a low tone. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the brunette roll her eyes and look away from him.

The tattooed guy nodded his head slightly and turned his attention back to Rue. "You gonna let Mac over here talk for you?"

Rue didn't know how to answer that question. She didn't know what to do at that moment at all. All she knew was that if Mac wasn't sitting next to her, she would freak out.

"I don't know." She mumbled, looking at Fez and then at Mac for any help.

"Don't look at them." Mouse said while playing with a strand of her hair again. "Look at me. You ever try it?"

Rue shook her head. She hoped that he would finally leave her alone.

Before Mac could say anything this time, Fez intervened. "Yo, for real, bruh. I don't want her fucking with that shit."

Mouse continued talking to Rue as if he hadn't heard what Fezco was saying. "You know that feeling when you came so hard, that you can't feel or hear anything?" He didn't wait for an answer from Rue, just looked at Mac with a smirk. "You know that feeling, am i right?" He ran his dark eyes over her bare legs again, licking his lip. "Yeah, you know that feeling for sure. You like that feeling?" He asked the brunette as he met her eyes.

Fez was hoping so badly that Mac would notice his eye contact to signal her to just shut up, but she either didn't notice or she just ignored it. Faster than he could react, she answered him.

"Not if it comes from a drug. I like my shit real, but not everyone has what it takes. I'm sorry for you." She gave him a mock pitying look.

While Ash had to suppress a smirk, Fez rubbed his shaved head in a stressed manner. His other hand was near the gun.

Mouse scoffed in amusement, taking the insinuation. "So you think i don't have what it takes to make you feel that shit? What do you think if i talk to your friend for a little longer..." While he was talking to Mac, he pulled something out of his jacket pocket. "...And then i'll take you with me and prove you wrong."

– "I think nothing of it." Mac didn't notice what he was doing with his hands when she answered him. She was way too much in her rage mood. "But i would think highly of it if you finally got your ass out of this apart..." Her sentence trailed of when she saw Mouse leading a knife to Rue's mouth with what she assumed was fentanyl on the tip.

Rue shuddered as the knife nearly touched her lips. "I... I'm good actually." Her voice shook, causing Mac to look uncertainly at Fez.

If Rue wasn't between her and that Mouse-Guy, she probably would have knocked the knife out of his hand, but she didn't want to put her best friend in danger.

Maybe she was too impulsive sometimes, but she would never do anything that seriously endangered people she loved.

"You don't trust me?" Mouse asked Rue with a frown.

"Yo,for real, man. She's good." Fez again tried to dissuade Mouse from giving the teenager the fentanyl, his hand even closer to the gun. If it were up to him he would have already shot his supplier 5 times in the head for what he said to Mac.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch." Mouse snapped, his eyes still on Rue, who avoided his eye contact. "Ain't nobody talking to you. Tell your big brother i'm not talking to him right know. Tell him to shut the fuck up. Come on, don't be scared. It's not gonna bite you. Come on, try it."

The room went silent for a moment. Nobody said anything, not even Mac.

"Oh, just try it." Mouse demanded again.

Rue pondered what to do, weighed her options, and looked to Fez for silent advice.

Fez barely visibly shook his head to tell her not to take that shit, while his fingertips brushed the butt of his gun, ready to pull it out to shoot between Mouse eyes.

And Mac... Mac did what made most sense to her.

As the tattooed man's hand got closer to Rue's mouth, Mac grabbed his wrist. She was silent when he raised an eyebrow at her, but brought his hand to her face before closing her lips around the knife point and and licked the fentanyl off of it. She kept her eyes on him the whole time, making his cock twitch. He hadn't seen anything that hot in a long time.

What Mac didn't notice was Rue whispering a horrified 'no' and looking at her in shock, while Fez froze, worried as Mac slumped down on the couch.

Mouse grinned and leaned over the girl, who was only half conscious. "It hits quick. You like the way it feels?"

He glanced over at Fez while running his index finger down Mac's thigh. He noticed his buyer's eyes on the girl and even now he recognized in Fez's eyes that the little one is not just a friend, as he previously claimed.

Mac tried to keep her eyes open, but her body was too relaxed, too weak from taking the fentanyl.

She barely heard Mouse's question, but she noticed how he stroked her overheated skin and tried to brush his hand away from her thigh. She didn't want to be touched by him.

The brunette mumbled something unintelligible that must have sounded to Mouse as if she were confirming his previous question, because he continued talking to the girl.

"You want a couple of patches, girl?"

Mac's mind was far too slow to think through whether it would be a good idea to take such a hard drug. She felt good. Everything was out of her mind. Nothing weighed her down. she felt free from the burdens of the day. She always wanted to feel like this, so why not?

"Yeah... Gimme that shit." Her words were slurred, but still audible to everyone in the room.

Rue's eyes widened and she looked anxiously at Fez, who watched with clenched jaw as Mouse pulled a Fentaly patch from his pocket and tucked it into Mac's waistband of her panties.

The tattooed man ran his hand down her round ass and gave Fez a smugly look. "It's cost yout three hundred." He kept his eyes on fez as he continued talking to the girl.

Reflexively, Mac wants to reach into her bra to get the money out, until she realizes she wasn't wearing any. "I don't have any money here right now." She remembered having some bills in her pocket. The remaining money from her nail visit appointment. "I only have 20 dollars." She murmured and tried to get up.

Mouse gently pushed her back onto the couch. "I said three hundred." His hand went from her ass to her thigh. His fingers stroked the smooth skin.

Fezco tensed more and more, wanting to do something but not knowing what to do without endangering either Mac or Rue. Mouse had a knife and was too close to the two girls, to risk anything. 

Mouse enjoyed the anger in Fezco's eyes. He tried not to show it, but Mouse wasn't stupid, he saw that the girl meant something to his buyer.

The brunette tried to take the patch out of her panties with errant fingers. "I don't want this stuff anymore... here, take it back."

Mouse put his hand on hers and shook his head. "I got a strikt 'no return' policy."

Fez saw his supplier's thumb slide closer and closer to her lady parts, causing his own hand to slide to the gun between the padding. "Yo, Mouse, let me pay for it, man." He offered.

"I thought you was too good for fentanyl." Mouse replied in a pissed off tone before turning his head to his business partner. "What is it? Everybody changing their motherfucking minds on me?"

Fezco took the opportunity when Mouse shifted his attention from him to Custer and reached between the couch cushions, but as soon as his hand gripped the butt of the gun, Mouse spoke to him. "She can't offered it, she gonna have to find another way of paying me. Straight up." He said without leaving any room for objections.

Mac felt how he continued to stroke her thigh and that in combination with his words made her realize what he wanted despite her foggy brain. "I'm not a fucking whore." She tried to keep her voice as loud as possible but knew she was failing because she felt like she was about to fall asleep.

Mouse grinned at Fez, but his attention remained on Mac. "How about the fentanyl is a gift and you just say thank you, huh?"

Everyone in that living room knew what Mous meant by that. He didn't want a verbal thank you, that was clear as he slowly ran his fingers between Mac's thighs.

"Yo, man, just let me pay for it." Fez was getting desperate. He wanted Mouse to take his dirty fingers off Mac. Everything in him screamed to kill the bastard, but instead he reached into his pocket and pulled out some money. "I got the money right here. Here." Fez got up and held out the money to his supplier.

Mouse took the bills and counted them. "Dang, lover boy must love you. It's gonna cost you six hundred now, man." He said without looking at Fez.

"Damn, you gonna do me like that?" Fezco scoffed, but counted out another three hundred dollars from his money.

"Yeah, i'm gonna do you like that, 'cause you spoiled my fun with this little one here." His hand tapped Mac's thigh. "Straight up. Lemme get that shit." He snatched the money from Fez's hand and counted it again, while Fez sat back on the couch looking at Mac. She seemed to have fallen asleep, at least he hoped so.

"It's always a pleasure doing business with you." Mouse said amused before leaning towards Mac's ear. "And you, baby, if you need more of the good stuff you can come to me. You don't even need money to pay, we'll find another way for sure." With that he ran his hand over Mac's skin one last time before standing up.

The brunette didn't answer, just tried to push him away far too late. Her reflexes were really fucked up at that point.

Fez stayed in his seat and watched Mouse and Custor walk past Ash. When he heard the door close, he went to Mac and knelt down. while one hand rested on her cheek, he pulled the fentanyl out of the waistband of her panties with the other and pulled his shirt that she wore further down.

When he felt a weak hand try to push his off Mac's cheek, he looked into the girl's face. "Don't touch me." She slurred.

Fez knew she must think it was Mouse touching her, so he brushed a sweaty strand of hair out of her face. "Hey Mac, it's me. He's gone... he's gone. " He said soothingly.

A smile formed on Mac's face as she tried to open her eyes. "Fez.." Her hand grips his wrist with as much strength as she can muster. "...You can touch me... just like yesterday. Here." She wanted to slip his hand under her shirt, but before she could do that, he gently pulled his hand out of her grasp.

Neither of them noticed the puzzled looks from Ash and Rue after Mac's words.

"Mac, we can't do this, can you try to stand up for me?" Fez asked.

The brunette frowned and shook her head slightly, making Fez sigh softly before taking the comforter from the armrest of the couch and covering Mac with it.

With one last look at the almost asleep girl, he got up and went to Ash to hand him the small sachet of fentanyl. "Go flush that shit down the toilet. And go grab the narcan, just in case." He said to his little brother.

As Ash went to the bathroom, Fez returned to Mac to check on her. There were a few beads of sweat on her forehead and her skin was warm, but her breathing was even, which calmed him.

Rue watched skeptically as Fez gently stroked her best friend's cheek. She had never seen the drug drealer so concerned.

When Mac woke up, it took her a moment to realize where she was. The room was in semi-darkness, only the rising sun, which shone through the curtain, let her see the furniture around her. Realizing she wasn't in her room, she reflexively looked to the other side of the bed.

Nothing. 

As if Mac needed reassurance that this side of the bed was really empty, she reached out and ran her fingertips over the soft fabric of the sheets. 

Still nothing. 

She carefully sat up and tried to remember what had happened the previous night. There was a deep frown on the girl's face as she pieced together fragments of a few images from her memory. 

She actually took fentanyl.

Mac didn't regret it because she knew at what price she had done it. She'd rather go on a hell of a drug trip than allow something like this to happen to Rue.

To her surprise, there was no hellish drug trip. Yes, she was tired, way too relaxed to move, and had weird dreams, but otherwise she was fine. She felt good. Maybe the amount wasn't enough, or her body was already used to drugs, even though she'd never taken anything like fentanyl before.

Her eyes fell on the bedside table. Her telephone was there, with a glass of water next to it. She slid to the other side of the bed and reached for the glass to take a few sips before putting it back half full and picking up her phone. 

The clock on her display told her it was twenty to five in the morning which meant she had slept for almost 12 hours. Despite this, she still felt a bit weak and tired. 

Mac unlocked her phone to read the messages she'd received. In addition to the messages from Maddy and Kat, the message from her mother catched her eye. She opened the message with her thumb and drew her eyebrows together. There are messages she never wrote. Rue must have written to my mom that i'm staying at Maddy's. Or maybe it was Fez? 

No matter who it was, she was grateful for it because it saved her a lot of talking about how to behave around parents as a teenage girl. Even if Ophelia was hardly ever there for Mac, she made sure that certain rules were applied. Telling her mom if she was staying at a friend's house was one of those rules. 

birth giver

I'm fine with that.

i have an 8 o'clock appointment tomorrow morning, which will probably last until the evening, money is on the kitchen counter. 

Mac couldn't help but roll her eyes at her mother's message. After all these years in which the relationship between mother and daughter fell apart more and more, her mom still believed that money was the solution. 

At that moment Mac didn't care. She closed i-message and threw the blanket aside before getting up and taking the blanket to drape it around her shoulders. 

Mac carefully walked down the hall towards the living room. It was dark, but she could hear the sound of the TV playing. 

When she got to the living room, a smile formed on her face at what she saw. Fez sat on the sofa, his bent arm propping up his head. the position looked very uncomfortable, especially for his neck, but she didn't want to wake him up, it was still very early and after what he did for her he must be pretty tired.

The brunette wrapped the blanket a little tighter around her body as her gaze fell on the television screen. there was a film she was not familiar with. She put her phone down on the coffee table and grabbed the remote control to stop the flickering in the room. 

After turning off the TV, Mac lay down on the couch. She carefully positioned her head in Fezco's lap. He stirred a little in his sleep but didn't wake up. She looked into Fez's sleeping face. He looked so relaxed and peaceful. His eyelashes rested on his cheeks, his freckles rested against his fair skin and his thin lips were slightly parted. In Mac's eyes, he wasn't just attractive, he was beautiful. He looked out of this world. 

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She had no intention of falling asleep again, but when she is awakened by a touch on her hair, she knows that's exactly what happened.

Mac's eyes fluttered open and she grinned as she looked into Fez's now awake face. "Good morning." She said in a sleepy voice. 

Fez continued to stroke her curls as a small smile spread across his face. When he woke up and felt weight on his thighs, his first impulse was to get up, but when he saw Mac lying there he didn't move an inch and watched the girl. Glad nothing bad happened from taking the fentanyl, he started playing with her spiral curls and thought about last night. 

After Rue left, he complied with her request to write Mac's mother. He felt weird just going through her phone like that, especially when he saw messages from her friends, but he knew it was better to let her mother know she was sleeping at Maddy's. 

Having done that, he had carried the sleeping teenage girl to his bed. Fez sat next to her for a while to make sure she was okay. Guilt filled him as he watched Mac wriggle in his sheets, plagued by drug trip dreams. With a sigh he got up and got a rag from the bathroom, which he held under cold water, to dab the beads of sweat from Mac's forehead. 

Before Fezco left his room, he put a glass of water on his bedside table and put her cell phone next to it. With a last look to the window to see if the curtains are drawn, he closed the door behind him.

Fez would have preferred to stay with her all night to make sure she got a good night's sleep, but he wasn't about to push her boundaries. Yeah, they made out, but that didn't mean Mac would be cool with them sleeping in one bed together.

He was a little surprised that she had snuck out of his room at night to lie down with him. Not that he would complain.

"Morning Ma, did you sleep well?" Fez asked while brushing a light brown lock of hair away from her face.

Mac closed her eyes in relish before looking back at him and nodding her head. "But i would have slept better if you had been with me." She added nonchalantly. 

Fez's mouth lifted slightly at her words. He liked that Mac said what she thought without beating around the bush. "Believe me, i wanted to stay with you, but..." –

"Yeah, i know." Mac interrupted him with a warm smile. She had already noticed from the time they spent together that Fez was someone who respected women and didn't take every opportunity to get into a girl's panties. 

It made him different from all the other guys Mac has met. 

Fez nodded his head and wrapped a strand of her hair around his finger. "How you feeling, ma?" 

The brunette was touched that Fez was so caring and interested in her well being. She didn't get that feeling very often. Especially not from men around her. So far, Fergus was the only one she thought would ask out of genuine interest how she was doing. 

"I'm tired but otherwise i'm fine. I mean, it wasn't the best experience j've had with drugs, but whatever. I did it for the team." She answered with a shrug. 

Fez knew that by 'team' she meant Rue, and while he understood why Mac had taken the fentanyl, he felt guilty. He should never have let it come to this. 

Just as he was about to apologize for what happened, Mac turned sideways to get a more comfortable position on his lap. He tensed slightly when her head touched his cock, which was already awake thanks to the morning wood. 

"Careful baby." He warned in a low tone. It felt so natural to call her 'Baby' that Fezco didn't even realize he had called her that. 

He tried to adjust his sweatpants in his crotch as unobtrusively as possible, but his inconspicuousness wasn't inconspicuous enough, because his attempt to tilt her head a little to one side combined with his almost hoarse warning told Mac what was going on. 

Mac grinned and got up so she could kneel with both knees beside next to Fez. She met his eyes only briefly before she put her hand on his cheek and pulled him in for a kiss. 

Fezco reached a hand behind her neck to deepen the passionate kiss. He gently bit Mac on her full lower lip, sliding his tongue into her mouth.

His cock twitched at the surprised moan Mac let out, that she ran one of her hands down his torso didn't help him keep his head clear. Still, he somehow managed to grab her wrist before she could slip into his sweatpants.

Mac grinned against his lips. She found it amusing that he tried to stop her, even though they both know he enjoying her touch and more than evidently wanted more. 

Kissing down his chin, down his neck to his ear, she freed her hand from his grasp. "Let me help you with that." Mac whispered seductively as her hand cupped his cock through the fabric of his pants. 

Fez wanted nothing more than her to help him, but he didn't want to take advantage of the situation. He didn't know how much of the fentanyl was still in her blood, but then again... she kissed him the day before and she was sober by then.

So maybe she did what she did because she really wanted to and not because some drug made her do it. 

He was snapped out of his thoughts as Mac slipped her hand inside his sweatpants and boxers and massaged his hard member.

His head fell back on the sofa. "Oh fuck." He groaned with his eyes closed trying to process what Mac was doing. Her hand was pleasantly warm and her fingers wrapped perfectly around his shaft. Her movements were smooth and consistent. She slowly stroked him up and down, her pinky touching his balls as she did so, sending an extra shock through Fez's body. 

Mac wanted more. She wanted to see what she was doing to him and how his dick reacted to it, so she tried to push his clothes down while continuing to nibble on Fezco's neck. 

Realizing she was having trouble doing this, Fez removed his hands from her body and pulled down his sweatpants and boxer shorts a little. Then he put one of his hands back on her round ass and kneaded the soft flesh. He turned his head and captured Mac's lips in another heated kiss. 

While his one hand wrapped around her neck to maintain dominance of the kiss, he wanted to pull Mac onto his lap with his other hand, but Mac stopped him by placing one of her hands on his chest, breaking the kiss. Fez didn't show his insecurity but looked questioningly at the girl. He thought that was what she wanted. 

Sex with him. 

But Mac had other plans.

"It's all about you." She said to him, looking into his darkened eyes. Her voice was hoarse from the crush of the passionate kiss she shared with the man in front of her. 

Mac ran her long nails up his shaft to the hem of his shirt to push it up. With one last, almost innocent look at his face, she kissed down over his chest. Her hand wrapped his cock again, making it twitch happily. Seeing his precum glistening on its tip, she gently placed her thumb on the tip and spread the warm liquid in circular motions. 

"Fuck, baby." Fez groaned hoarsely as he automatically placed his hand on the back of her head to stroke her wild curls. Just watching her hand with the long nails slide up and down his shaft would have made him cum if he hadn't pulled himself together.

The brunette grinned contentedly as she noticed the steady twitch of his cock in her hand. She kissed further down, across his stomach, enjoying the sight of his V line. While Fezco didn't have a mature six pack, he wasn't completely untrained either. He was just... well built. At least that's how Mac saw it.

Who needs Adonis when you can have Fezco? 

Mac licked her full lips in anticipation before she kissed the tip of his cock. 

"Dammit Mac." Fez let out in surprise as he felt her soft lips touch his most sensitive spot. As she encircled his tip of dick with the tip of her tongue, he tugged her hair slightly to get her to look at him. "You don't have to do this, baby." He said and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. Her eyes showed pure lust. 

Mac smiled up at him and stroked his cheek with her free hand. "I know, but I want to." With that she turned her head back to his cock and this time took it between her lips.

Fez couldn't help but let his head fall back on the couch and exhale loudly. The feel of his dick in her mouth made him see stars. Her mouth was warm, wet and tight. Mac stimulated his cock like she'd never done anything else.

With a hand wrapped around his cock, jerking him, her head popped up and down his shaft. 

Fezco's loud breathing and soft cursing and the smacking sound of Mac sucking his cock were the only sounds that could be heard in the room. Mac let out a moan every now and then. The noises Fez made sounded like music to her ears and the feel of his cock in her mouth made her panties dripping wet. 

Fez looked down and saw Mac's head bobbing up and down in a rapid rhythm. His hand slid from her ass, perfectly staged in her kneeling position, to her head. First he brushed strands of her hair aside to get a better view of what was happening between his legs, then he put his large hand on the back of her head, playing with her curls. 

"Just like that, baby." He praised as Mac took him deeper in her mouth and her hands massaged his balls. 

Fez knew how cliche that sounded, but for him it was the best blowjob he'd ever received. He didn't feel the need to tell her how to do it to please him, Mac knew it from herself. Also he didn't have to direct her head to tell her to suck faster or slower, she found the perfect tempo on her own. 

And he loved how confident Mac was in everything she did with his cock. This girl knew what she was doing and what she was doing felt amazing to him. 

He was deep in her mouth, so deep he could feel the end of her throat at the tip of his dick. At that point, Fez was a mess. His hand slid back to her ass cheek, which he squeezed harder than before, making Mac moan. He felt the heat in his body and the need to come.His chest heaved with the deep breaths he took. He knew it wouldn't be long before he reached his orgasm. 

"Mac... baby, i'm gonna cum." He grunted while trying to hold back his orgasm until Mac let his cock out of her mouth. The brunette actually lifted her head a bit so his cock came out of her mouth with a 'pop' sound, but only to give Fezco a devilish grin before she bent back over the cock and let some salvia between her lips onto the tip to drip his cock.

"Oh shit." Fez let his head fall back once more. Almost in desperation, he let his hand, which wasn't busy with Mac's well-formed ass, run over his face. He was already so sensitive that every touch seemed too much. 

Mac loved the power she had over guys when she gave them head. In that moment, she was in control and she was enjoying every single second of it. Giving Fez a blowjob was fun for her. She never took that long with other guys, which didn't mean she gave other guys worse blowjobs, it just meant she wanted to delay this moment with Fezco until he couldn't take it anymore. So she let her tongue slide slowly over his shaft. She felt every vein of his cock with the tip of her tongue, which made her moan with pleasure. 

Fez looked down and met dark brown eyes that were staring at him with lust. As if Mac was just waiting for him to watch her, she curled her lips back over his hard cock. Just the sight of it would have been enough to make him explode, but he wanted to feel that vibration again, like he felt when Mac moaned with his cock in his mouth. To elicit the sweet noise from her again, he grabbed her ass cheek and massaged the soft flesh. 

Mac loved the rough way Fezco grabbed her ass and couldn't help but moan. The vibration takes him to cloud nine. This feeling, the noises Mac made and seeing her lips slide up and down his saliva-shining shaft are too much for him.

He wanted to lift Mac off his cock so he wouldn't explode in her mouth, but the girl brushed his hand off her head and just sucked his cock faster and massaged the part that she didn't put in her mouth with her other hand.

Fez lost himself in the moment of his orgasm. all he can think about is that it feels really, really good.

It took him a moment to come back to the real world. That was overwhelming. That was overwhelming. Fez didn't know if it was because it had been a while since a girl gave him head or if it was because Mac was just more talented than any other girl that gave him a blowjob He took deep breaths in and out while staring at the white ceiling in utter satisfaction as he let his head fall onto the back of the couch. 

Mac took advantage of the moment to lick Fezco's cock clean. She gently ran her tongue along his shaft, licking the rest of his salty juice off the soft skin. She felt him shudder at her touch and grinned as she lifted her head. Her gaze met Fezco's as she wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb, then slid her finger into her mouth to lick it clean.

"Damn, don't do that to me, baby." Fez groanded as he felt his cock react with a twitch at the sight of Mac sucking her finger like she had sucked his cock before. 

The girl giggled in response, then cupped  Fez's cheek and leaned in to kiss him. He groaned at the salty taste on his tongue and deepened the kiss. 

They both enjoyed each other's closeness and didn't want it to stop, but when a thought struck Fez, he broke the French kiss and frowned at Mac. "You didn't get any of this, let me..." He slipped his hand between her thighs, but Mac stopped him. 

"Believe me, tasting you was more than enough. Like i said, it was all about you. I had my fun." She assured him with a smile. 

It wasn't that Mac didn't want Fez fingering her, let alone fucking her, but satisfying him was enough for her at that moment. Maybe that was her way of thanking him for taking care of her last night. 

"Word?" Fez didn't want Mac to think he was getting a blowjob without getting anything in return. He also wanted to do something good for the brunette. He wanted a taste of her.

Mac chuckled lightly at his question and nodded her head. "I'm good Fez. Are you good?" 

"Damn, what kinda question is that? I'm more than good. Shit was amazing." Fez answered while pulling up his pants and boxers. "Aight, I'm going to take a quick shower, do you need anything?" 

Mac bit her lower lip with a grin and watched as Fezco rose from the sofa. She herself remained in her kneeling position. "I mean, i could keep you company." She teased. 

"Doing what exactly?" He asked with a smirk

Mac opened her mouth in mock offense. "Doing nothing. Just..." Her sentence trailed of as Fez squinted at her, the tip of his tongue between his lips. "Okay boy, keep looking at me like this and i'll give you another blowjob. So better go take a shower and have fun washing your back by yourself. While i sit here alone and longingly wait for you." She said, waving him off in a playful manner. 

Fez chuckeld. "Aight drama queen, i'll be right back." With that he put a hand around Mac's neck and leaned down to peck her lips. 

Before he left the living room, he stopped and turned back to the girl. When he saw that Mac was already looking at him, he started to speak. "I'm sorry about what happened yesterday. It shouldn't have happened, I should have..." –

"Fez hey..." When Mac had his attention, a mild smile spread across her face. "None of what happened is your fault. Let's just forget it." 

Even if Fez didn't agree, he nodded his head and went into the bathroom.

Mac didn't let her good mood take away. She was fine, gave a good blowjob and was able to forget her worries for a moment.

She happily grabbed her phone from the coffee table and settled more comfortably into the cushions. She opened up the Twitter app to see what was going on in the world while she had a little sleep marathon with fentanyl in her blood.

Little did she know that her good mood was shattered with just one post she read. 

The worst thing for a drug addict is not having drugs anymore. It's even worse being off of drugs when you need that shit the most.

Sometimes you feel good without drugs in your blood. You convince yourself that you're not addicted and that makes you feel like you're on top of the world.

But then...

One event is enough to bring down this self-built house of cards of lies and imagination.

For Mac, it was a post tweeted on the internet by the infamous East Highland High School profile.

For me it was the feeling of being alone.

Mac was at Fezco's and Jules traded me for dinner with her father.

At such moments you think that only drugs can help you.

Everyone at East Highland High knew who was going to get out of that vehicle, and yet everyone watched closely as the car's door opened and a perfectly styled Mac stepped out.

Her face was turned towards the school building as she removed her skinny rectangle sunglasses in one smooth motion. Then she put one leg in front of the next so that her hips gently swayed from right to left. She held her purse in the crook of her arm while her hand held her closed sunglasses. The only sound that could be heard at that moment was the clicking of their high heels, the students were so intent on following Mac's model walk to school that they forgot her previously conversations.

"Probably." BB said with a shrug.

"I doubt it, but..." Maddy's stern look makes Cassie change her sentence. "Yeah, it most definitely wasn't Kat. It could literally be anyone." She ended way too effusively.

Mac sighed. "I'll talk to her later." she said before turning her attention to Maddy. "Hey, do you have bon bons or something? My throat hurts and i don't have anything right now that could help."

Mac rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "Whatever. What's the other thing you wanted to talk to me about?" She brunette asked bored, because she really didn't feel like being in this office anymore.

"Oh, right." He cleared his throat, not knowing how the teenage girl would react to what he had to say, but he felt it was important to bring up the subject. Mac frowned at her principal's renewed nervousness. "Well, i don't think you dress appropriately for school. Maybe..." –

Mac interrupted the man with a scoff. "Excuse me? What the hell are you talking about? We don't have a fucking dress code at school, if we did we'd all wear school uniforms, but we don't, so i'm allowed to wear whatever i want."

Principal Hayes put his hands flat on the table and closed his eyes for a moment, while he took a deep breath. "Please watch your language, Mackenna." She just rolled her eyes again. "Yes, you're right, in theory you're allowed to wear whatever you want, but in an institution like school, it could make others feel distracted. Maybe guys would treat you differently if you dressed properly."

– "Wait a fucking moment. Who could be distracted by my outfits?" While her principal's tone is empathetic, Mac is upset that he has the audacity to tell her how to dress. She unfolded her arms and leaned forward a bit.

"Teacher." the man answered while raising his hands as if the answer was obvious. "Or other students. Many of you are going through puberty and..." –

"So it's my fault when pubescent students or your teachers haven't enough self-control?" There was venom dripping in her tone because that was something that drove her nuts. Mac rose from her chair and adjusted her purse in the corner of her arm. "Wow, that's a really fucking low blow." With that, the brunette left the office angrily. She ignored Hayes' attempt to explain himself as well as the secretary's startled look as Mac rushed past her.

The temperamental girl was so mad that she didn't pay attention to where she was walking which resulted in her bumping into someone. She would have fallen after bouncing off a hard chest, but two strong hands held her steady.

"Careful baby."

Mac didn't have to look up to know who the deep voice belonged to, but she did it anyways to give Nate a pointed look. "Don't call me that, asshole." She pulled out of his grasp and pushed past him to walk down the empty school hallway.

She heard him chuckle before he spoke to her. "Is that how you talk to someone who saved your ass?" Nate asked with sarcasm in his voice while holding up the small bag of drugs between his index and middle finger. The pills were hidden by his palm but visible to Mac as she turned and walked towards him.

"You saved my ass, i saved yours, i'd say we're even." She said, trying to grab the Molly, but Nate was quick and closed his hand. Annoyed, Mac turned her head to the side. She wasn't in the mood for his games, but she didn't want to go without her pills either.

Nate put his free hand under her chin and turned her head towards him. "I'm sorry about the video but you gave me no choice. You know it drives me crazy when you dress like that or when you tell me another dick fucks you." Contrary to his harsh words, he gently stroked one of her curls behind her ear.

"Yeah, i know." She answered him softly as she leaned into his touch.

His hand cupped her face, his thumb caressed her skin until it touched her plumped bottom lip, which he pulled down slightly. While he did so, the two kept staring into each other's eyes.

Nate couldn't deny that he still loved Mac. He loved her more than Maddy, he realized that every time he looked at Mac, especially when she looked at him like that. Her light brown eyes bored into his in the sweetest way possible, making him unable to ignore his desire to kiss her.

Nate bent down while Mac reached up on her tiptoes towards him. He could feel her warm breath on his skin and smelled her unmistakable scent of fresh fruit as she leaned into him. His lips tingled in anticipation of a kiss with the girl he had missed for so long, but before their lips met, Mac took the moment of distraction and snatched the little package of Molly from Nate's hand and pushed away from him with the hand she had previously placed on his chest.

Smiling, she backed away from him as he tried to grab her wrist. "You're still so easy to get, but hey... thanks for that." She gestured at the drugs in her hand before turning away from him to find the nearest girls bathroom. Mac didn't see Nate's smirk and she didn't know that this game of cat and mouse turned him on in a messed-up way.

What Mac knew was that no matter how much she believed him that his apology was genuine, she wasn't going to forgive him. She just couldn't. If it had just been the stupid sex tape maybe she could have forgiven him but she couldn't forgive the fact that he changed the date of the video and somehow managed to edit away his fucking mole on his stomach so that some random people on this ominous Twitter page thought they found out that it was Mac who was cheating on Nate. 

That was something she would never forgive him for. 

After the Molly took effect, Mac's mood was far better than it had been that morning. She skipped the first lesson completely, because on the one hand she had already missed a lot and on the other hand she was very busy breaking up the pills so that she could then snort them.

You can take MDMA orally , but Mac's addictive drug was cocaine, so she took the Molly as she would have taken the white powder. Through her nose. But yeah, like i said, her mood was a lot better.

No one who didn't know noticed that Mac was high as a plane 'cause she wasn't a rookie in the drug game, she knew how to act when she had drugs in her blood. Also i think it's easier to tell when someone with a drug addiction is on turkey than to tell when they're high, but what do i know.

Of course, as soon as Nate and Mac were called into the principal office, the wildest rumors started. It was clear that it was about the video but some even believed it was because they were caught having sex... again.

There were also rumors about the punishment and they were far more stupid than the assumptions as to why the two had been called to Principal Hayes. Some girls would think it would be a good idea for Nate to clean the cafeteria naked so he would get as much exposed as Mac. I personally think they just want to see Nate's dick instead of standing up for Mac, but whatever.

There were also people who took Nate's shit and didn't believe that he was the one who leaked the video. What they believed was the rumor going around on Twitter that Mac had cheated on Nate and therefore thought it was only fair to punish Mac instead of the Jacob's-Boy.

One girl even went so far as to say that Mac's nose should be cut off, as was done with every adulteress back in medieval times. Disfiguring a woman's face took away the dangerous power of her beauty, so she figured it would be appropriate.

I figured it was sick to even think about that.

The girl who was put in her place by Mac at McKay's party also added her two cents and said in a mocking tone that it would be enough if Mac were branded so that no guy in the world would touch her ugly ass anymore.

What the hell is going on in the minds of these jealous bitches? They are so blinded by Nate's appearance that they don't even realize he's lying.

But i know he lied.

I was by Mac's side when she had a mental breakdown from catching him cheating. I saw how she suffered from their breakup and it was me who felt compelled to give her cocaine to make her feel better.

Trying to make everything look different through a rigged fake video made him even more pathetic than he already was.

If I were Mac, i wouldn't have protected Nate. Shit no, i would have handed him over to Principal Hayes without mercy, but i'm not Mac.

And i wasn't Maddy either, otherwise it would have been me talking to Mac in the school bathroom that day.

"Wow, i didn't know Hayes could be such a dick." Maddy said as she looked in the mirror to fix her black hair while Mac stood next to her applying fresh lip gloss. The latina couldn't believe her principal's audacity in wanting to tell his students what they can and can't wear.

"I know, right? Like let me life." Mac took the applicator from her lips and put it back in the gloss container, but before she could put it back in her purse, maddy stopped her.

"Oh my god, is that the dior lip gloss?" Her eyes lit up when she saw the expensive makeup product in her friend's hands. Maddy's not poor or anything. She could have afforded the Dior lip gloss herself, but getting those pieces was damn hard. They were always sold out. She knew Mac probably got the gloss from her mother, who brought it back from one of her business trips. There were so many advantages when the mother worked with celebrities. "Can i use it?"

– "Sure." Mac smiled and handed the lip gloss to Maddy, who immediately applied it to her lips. For the two of them it was natural to share things. Makeup, clothes, men's taste when it came to Nate Jacobs and their hobbies. "I hope you don't mind that i gave someone a blowjob this morning." Mac teased with a smirk as the Latina stared at her perfectly glossy lips in the mirror.

Maddy's jaw drops and her eyes widen as she turns her head in Mac's direction. "Shut up, you did not!"

The black haired girl didn't say that because she was putting on the lip gloss Mac put on seconds earlier on her lips, which she'd used to suck a dick that morning - because Mac was one of the most hygienic people she knew - she said it because it meant Mac was spending the night with a boy. That sounded like fake news to Maddy's, but the laughter Mac let out seemed to confirm just that.

"Yes, i did." The brunette answered with a bright smile, taking the lip gloss from Maddy's hand to put the item in her purse.

"Bitch, who was the lucky one?"
Maddy's voice sounded just as excited as Mac's. They were both high. High from Molly but also from the euphoria of having intimacy with someone.

I didn't see Mac again until lunch. I was surprised that she sat down at the table where Jules and i were sitting but Fez probably didn't tell her about my bitchy disappearance the night before. I was glad 'cause Mac acted like she always does with me and not like i'm crazy 'cause i can't stand her and Fez fucking or whatever they were doing.

She told us that she didn't rat out Nate to the principal. Jules couldn't understand that, but i wasn't surprised at all. Mac worked things out in her own way, she didn't need anyone to take care of her business. It has always been like this. I think when you had a father who left your family and a mother who didn't give a fuck about you, you learn how to fight your own battles.

After that, she told us what Hayes said about her outfit. I found his behavior fucking unnecessary . He just acted like Mac usually only wears turtleneck sweaters and long pants. Damn half the school dressed like damn hookers or pimps and no one ever cared but suddenly Mac's choice of outfits is a problem?

Fucking hypocrite .

After Jules admired Mac for not letting our principal tell her how to dress, she brought the topic back to her internet acquaintance.

Fucking Shyguy118.

"So what's up with you and the drug dealer?" Kat asked with interest in her voice. 

The brunette sighed as she turned the steering wheel to the left to pull into the shop's parking lot after signaling in that direction.

"Don't call him that Kat, he's more than a drug dealer." She murmured, tired of everyone seeing Fezco as just someone who sells drugs. 

A smirk formed on the Hernandez-girl's face. "So, is he more to you? Like, do you like him or is it just a situationship because his dick is good?" 

The younger girl can't help but roll her eyes playfully at her friend's words. Instead of answering, she parked her pink Range Rover in an empty space, turned off the engine and unbuckled her seat belt before opening her car door. "Come on." 

Mac would never show or admit it, but she was actually a little nervous as she made her way from school to Fez Shop with Kat in tow.

Actually she was in tow, because it was Kat who wanted something from Ashtray. Mac just accompanied her and thought about using this change to talk to Fezco about their fight that morning. But that's exactly the point that makes her hands sweaty. Talking to him probably meant apologizing, and that meant admitting a mistake.

This is something the brunette struggled with. The result of having to listen to your mother for almost your entire life about everything you've been doing wrong. 

But Mac didn't want to do what she usually did in such cases; doing nothing and waiting for the other person to come up to her and apologize.

And if that didn't happen, then Mac was fine with that, too. As long as it wasn't about Rue, Maddy, or Kat, she didn't really care. It's similar with Fez, even if she has known him for a much shorter time than her friends, she wanted to keep in touch with him. She really enjoyed the time she had spent with him so far. 

She liked spending time in his apartment, she liked to cook for him and Ash and then eat it together on the sofa. She liked watching movies or a silly cartoon with him, hell she even liked the stupid comments Ashtray would make while they were cuddling. She liked that he took care of her after taking the fentanyl. She liked waking up in his bed only to sneak onto the couch with him and she liked making him feel good. She liked that he made her comfortable and that she could be who she is without being judged.

She liked him. 

The giggles behind her tell Mac that Kat followed her into the store. They didn't have to search long for the person they was looking for, because Ashtray because he's sitting on the cash register counter with his phone on whom he was playing a game.  Hearing footsteps and the click of high heels on the floor, he looked up from the screen only to frown at Mac's sight. 

"Are you coming straight from a strip club or why are you wearing that shit?" 

By 'shit' he meant the short dress and heels Mac was wearing. He didn't really think her outfit sucked - in fact he thought it was hot - but he loved teasing her. In most cases she actually countered really well and that entertained him. 

She sighed again as she grabbed an orange-flavored Capri Sun from the feezer. "I wish, but nah, we were only at school." 

Ashtray eyed the girl in front of him skeptically and was about to comment that this is definitely not an outfit for school unless it's called 'Little Darlings Lemon Grove', but decided against it as he watched Mac insert the paper straw into the intended hole of the Caprisun stuck and then took a sip of the juice with relish.

"Didn't you learn in your school that things aren't yours until you pay for them?" He asked wryly. 

Mac raised one of her eyebrows as she lowered the hand holding the Caprisun and looked at Ash in disbelief. "Boy, didn't you learn at your school how to speak respectfully to lady's?"

That statement made Ash snort. "I've seen you eat chips, you're not a lady." 

Mac's jaw dropped in fake offence when Ashtray brought up this reference to her on their movie night together. 

She, Fez and Ashley were in the middle of the low-level horror movie 'FRAILTY' when Mac got hungry, so she opened the bag of chips she took from the shop earlier and ate the baked potato slices. According to the young boy, she ate the chips so loudly that he feared one of the neighbors might call the cops for disturbing the peace. The brunette then tried to quietly eat the onion-flavored chips, but it didn't last long. She couldn't help it, she had to chew loudly. She felt that this was the only way the chips would give off their full flavor. 

"Rude!" Mac pouted while pointing her index finger at Ash, who just rolled his eyes before his attention fell on Kat. She stood next to Mac and watched as the two roasted each other with a mixture of confusion and amusement. 

"Why are you here?" He asked both girls with skepticism in his eyes. He knew that if even one of them was there because she wanted drugs, he would say no. Fez asked him in the morning not to sell any more stuff like that to Mac, no matter how much she would pay. The boy understood his brother's concern, because he felt the same way, even if he would never admit it. 

At his young age he has already seen a lot, including what drugs like cocaine can do to someone. That's not what he wanted for Mac. 

"Oh right, uh do you know how bitcoins work?" Kat asked the younger boy, who raised an eyebrow at her after that kind of question. 

"Yeah, you know the golden coins with the B on them." Mac added, causing Ashtray's gaze to shift blankly to the little brunette. For a few seconds he just looked at her and wondered what she thought what a fool he was that she was seriously explaining to him what bitcoins look like. Mac, on the other hand, just stared back, not knowing what his problem was.

Without saying anything, Ash turned back to Kat. "It's a worldwide cryptocureency and digital payment system." He explained to the girl. 

Kat frowned as she glanced at Mac, who didn't help much as she sipped her Caprisun and stared absently around the shop, so her eyes fell back on Ashtray. "I literally have no clue what you talking about." 

Ash shrugged nonchalantly. If she doesn't understand it that way, that wasn't his problem. "Well, there's no easier way to explain it." 

– "Why don't you tell us what you're trying to do, and we can tell you how we can help."  

Mac's eyes widened as she heard Fezco's voice behind her. She wasn't prepared for that, she thought he wasn't even in the store as he wasn't anywhere to be seen, but there he was; leaning against the entrance of the shop with a joint between his fingers.

She couldn't help but admire his looks. He looked hot in baggy jeans and a multi-colored polo sweatshirt. Mac liked it when people found her style and wore her outfits with confidence, but what she loved about Fez was that his dressing style could have jumped straight out of a '90s rap video. Everything he wore suited him well. 

Fezco felt the same way about Mac, while he wondered where she came from for wearing an outfit like that, he couldn't deny that she looked super hot in that little dress. 

"Unless it's human trafficking, i don't fuck with human trafficking." Ashtray's words snapped Mac out of her thoughts. She quickly turned her head away from Fez, forcing herself to focus on the warnings on the many cigarette packs behind the younger boy. 

"I'm not human trafficking." Kat let him know, her voice making it clear how absurd she found the thought. 

"Yeah, us neither." Fezco muttered before taking another drag of his joint. His eyes were on Mac, who was still looking everywhere but at him. 

"Uh okay, i was just wondering if it's like, a good way to anonymously get money online." 

Mac heard what Kat said but didn't realize it. She was far too busy with her own thoughts. She would love to talk to Fezco, but she knew he expected an apology and she didn't know if she could bring herself to apologize to him. If she were still high, it would certainly be easier for her. Maybe she should have taken the remaining half pill, but she was afraid Fezco would realize she was on Molly and start a new fight. 

"Thats literally what it's made for." He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Dumb ass." 

Although Ashtray's words were mumbled, Mac was still lost in her own thoughts, she had heard him clearly. The Brunette narrowed her eyes at the boy until she had his attention. "For that the caprisun is on you." 

Ash just rolled his eyes and was about to tell the girl that she wasn't going to pay anyway, but was distracted by Kat. 

"Okay cool, thank you." Kat said with a smile before turning to her friend. "Hey, i can walk home so you can stay here. I'll text you, bye." She kissed Mac on her cheek and left without her giving a chance to argue or find an excuse, because Kat knew that's what would happen if she didn't leave straight away. 

The Hernandez-Girl had noticed Fezco's looks at Mac and she also knew that her friend liked the ginger, otherwise she wouldn't react so strangely to his presence. She wanted the two of them to sort out whatever they had to clear up. 

Ashtray looked back and forth between his brother, who was still standing outside smoking his joint, and a visibly tense Mac, and decided to jump off the counter and disappear into the back of the shop. 

Fezco took one last hit of his joint before dropping it on the floor and stomping it out with his foot. Then he went to the cash register in the shop to check out the Caprisun. 

As he walked past Mac, she could smell his scent. He smells of fresh laundry, his perfume and the joint he was smoking. A mixture that she is familiar with. A mixture she liked. A lot. 

She watched him type something on the register and wondered if she should say something and if so what should she say? For a moment she thought of just turning around and walking away, taking half the pill on the way to forget how good the time with Fezco was, even if it was only for a few days. But she didn't want that. She didn't want to forget the time with him, and she didn't want their time together to be limited to just those few days.

"Fezco?" 

Her uncertain voice made him turn his head in her direction. He was sorry to see her so nervous, but he also didn't wanted to be the one to back down because he didn't do anything wrong.  

Just looking at her but not saying anything made Mac even more nervous. "Um..." 

Just say i'm sorry, it's not that hard. 

"We should talk. I guess?" 

What? You can throw your little hands and suck dicks like popsicle but you can't say i'm sorry? That's ridiculous. Mac ignored the taunting of her inner voice and focused on Fez, who now turned his full attention to her.

"Well, about this morning,... maybe i said things that weren't entirely fair..." She began, fidgeting with her fingers nervously. "Maybe i should have reacted differently, but...uh, i'm pretty sure i told you when we met that i have a short temper, so..." – 

"So, it's my own fault?" 

"N-No, that's not what i meant. I'm just saying i warned you." Mac shrugged innocently. 

"Is that an apologie?" Fezco couldn't help but smirk at Mac's attempt to smooth things over between them.

"Well, does it sound like one?" Seeing that Fez wasn't mad at her anymore helped the brunette with her nervousness and made her smile as well. 

"I accept it." Fez shook his head in amusement before turning back to the cash register and changing the tape with ease. As soon as he was done, he felt a hand that tenderly reached for his. Looking down beside him, Fez met wide brown eyes looking at him. 

After they looked at each other for a moment - letting their eyes travel over each other's faces, Mac began to speak. "Can i kiss you?" 

This question caught him off guard, not only because he hadn't expected her to ask him that, but also because he was seeing this insecure side of Mac for the first time. 

Without saying anything, Fezco wrapped his hand around her neck and leaned down to kiss her.

Glad not to have been rejected, Mac leaned into his touch and returned the kiss she so desperately wanted. One hand travels to the back of his head to scrape the light stubble there with her long acrylic nails while her other hand clutched into the fabric of his sweater, holding him close. 

Fezco's grip on her neck tightened as he stroked her jawbone with his thumb. Her sun-kissed skin was soft under his touch. His tongue grazed her lower lip, begging for entrance, causing Mac to grin against his mouth before allowing him to kiss her more deeply. 

Mac already felt addicted to his kisses, his touches and his presence. Whenever she were near him - she could feel him physically, she forgot everything around her. 

This light-heartedness was otherwise only brought out in her by drugs. As good as it felt, it also scared her. The only reason she asked him if she could kiss him was because she was afraid that after her behavior that morning he wouldn't want anything to do with her anymore. 

Her father left her when she was young. Nate left her by cheating on her. Two important men in her life left her, and no matter what the real reason, Mac blamed herself.

Actually, the teenage girl knew that was nonsense, but her her inner voice told her that when two people who should care about her could leave her so easily, it must have been her fault. 

She wasn't enough. 

And that fear, the fear of not being enough and of being abandoned again drove her to distance herself emotionally from people, especially men. The night she broke up with Nate, Mac vowed never to give any man in the world that incredible power over her again.

Just because Fezco hadn't rejected her now didn't mean he wouldn't in the future. It's always the samesame; you get use to someonesomeone - start to like them, even - and they leave. 

In the end, everyone leaves. 

That meant no matter how comfortable she felt about Fez, she would be careful not to let their emotional bond get too deep. Their connection is already way more than with any other boy she's slept with in the past year and Mac knew that, she was just trying to ignore it. 

For her it was just a few kisses and fun sexual activities. 

That's it. 

Nothing more. 

Liar. 

Mac once again ignored the taunting of her inner voice and focused solely on Fezco's lips moving in rhythm to hers. As Fezco's hand slipped from her hip to her round ass, she let out a moan and pressed her lower body even tighter against his. 

Without thinking about it, Mac slid her fingers from his stomach to his belt buckle. if they weren't in public she would have undid his pants to slip her hand inside his boxers. She was so turned on by him. 

Just to be on the safe side, he put his hand on hers so she wouldn't get the idea of sliding her fingers down any further, he knew by now how bold Mac could be. 

It shouldn't come to that anyway, because in the middle of their makeout-session someone suddenly cleared their throat next to them.

Why do people - including me - act like idiots around someone they like?

And  it  gets worse when people find out their feelings  aren't  returned.

It's  like synapses in the brain suddenly  sending  out the wrong signals.  As  if you no longer had any self-control over what you  do .

I mean, sometimes that shit's funny  as  hell. Even if you were the person who made such a fool of yourself, you can  surely  laugh about  it  afterwards.

But sometimes you  overdo   it  and you have  to  learn the hard way that  you've  been acting like a complete idiot. 

Fez, who was watching the blonde with narrowed eyes as she took her phone out of her small backpack, wanted to tell her that she might be better off leaving the store, but was interrupted by Mac. She wasn't embarrassed or ashamed of having sex with two men at the same time, she just felt it was something you didn't have to tell the guy you like. And she didn't think it was Jules place to tell these things to Fezco. If the blonde hadn't been the girl her bestie Rue crushed on, she would have thrown the blonde out herself of the shop.

"Jules, i'm warning you one last time, i'm not even playing. Leave. The. Sto.." –

The fist landed in her face so unexpectedly and quickly that Jules had no chance of deflecting the blow, causing her to drop her phone and the chips bags in shock to cover her aching eye. With the other one she looked at Mackenna in horror. The blonde never expected to be hit by the smaller girl in front of her, especially not such a hard hit.

Yes, she'd heard Rue when she had told her that Mac sometimes overshoots the mark when she's feeling provoked, but she didn't think that phrase meant she was getting physical. 

Fezco was less shocked but surprised, not realizing what was happening as quickly as he would have liked. Only when Mac woke up from what seemed like a rigid state and turned away from both him and Jules to take a few steps away, he find the right words.

"It wasn't my fault. She intended it, right?" That's not what she wanted to say, but her actual words stuck in her mouth as she looked into his worried eyes. Mac didn't know if it was concern about her injured hand or concern about what he'd heard only moments before; that she is a cheater.

Mackenna Donahue wasn't one to enjoy physical touch unless it was strictly sexual. At least that's how it was for the Mac i've known since breaking up with Nate.

She endured hugs from Maddy, Kat and BB 'cause she didn't want to show them how messed up she really was but the only one who could hug her without her instantly tensing up all inside her was me .

I fucking enjoyed that privilege.

So needless to say, it hurt knowing that there was suddenly competition.

Especially when that competitor was actually one of my friends.

Pff. Fucking Fezco .

And they didn't even fuck with each other.

It was crazy, but just when Fez stands in front of her full-size and in his colorful Shirts and looks at her with his head slightly bowed, she feels like a pool is forming in her panties.

The feeling like he's looking at her like she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen has crept up on her a few times now. The first time was on their first night making out on his sofa. She'd seen looks like these from men and women before, it was nothing new for Mac to be looked at like that, but seeing the admiration in Fezco's eyes made her heart beat faster and her cheeks flush slightly.

It was different.

Fezco was different.

His touches were less routine and maybe even less confident than the touches of the guys Mac had sex with over the past year, but she liked that. She liked that he was more deliberate and gentle with her. Even when she sucked his dick he was more a gentleman than the classic personification of a bad boy.

The bristles of his beard scratched against her soft cheeks as she gripped his head Formel, as if to keep him from escaping. After a hard day at school and the unpleasant encounter with Jules, which really got on her nerves, she wants to be as close as possible to the man in front of her.

Fezco leaned over Mac and looked into her dark brown eyes. They look like those of a deer - big and surrounded by thick black eyelashes. His own eyes wandered over her nose, in whose left nostril there was a filigree ring, to her full lips, which had lost their shine from their kiss. Fezco was sure her lip gloss was smeared through his beard. Her corkscrew curls lay spread out like a veil on the light-colored varnish of the mattress. In Fezco's eyes she was simply beautiful - not only at that moment when she was lying under him in a short dress, fancy make up, aroused and ready to be touched by him, but also when he woke up with her on the sofa a few days ago. However, it wasn't just her looks that made her so attractive to Fez, it was her sense of humor, her intelligence and her independence. She could stand up for herself - something he's already seen more often than he might have liked. She was really good at cooking, even cleaned up afterwards and the most important thing for him, she got along well with Ashtray.

He hadn't known her long, and yet he couldn't deny being attracted to Mac. Fez knew what was building in his body - the feelings he was harboring towards the brunette - was going too fast, but he couldn't help himself.

He liked Mac.

Despite this, he couldn't stop wondering what a girl like Mackenna wanted from a man like him - a high school dropout who made a career as a drug dealer with his little brother.

The fact that he knew she was dating Nate Jacobs a year ago didn't help his self-doubts. Son of the wealthy and well-known man who owned 'all the apartment buildings  past Kemper in town', a popular student and the fucking stat quarterbeck of East Highland High School. Fez knew what a scumbag Nate was, but that didn't stop his mind from imagining him and Mac once walking the school hallways as the town's It couple.

On top of that, he saw other guys and girls at McKay's party looking at the brunette beauty. It was like all eyes were on her as soon as she walked into a room. Mac could have anyone, he knew that. She made no secret of liking sex and having had a lot of sex with different men. Something that really pissed him off, but also something he couldn't do anything about. Mac was single, she owed him no fidelity or loyalty. In fact she could literally do whatever she wanted and he had to accept that. At least if he wanted to continue spending time with Mackenna.

He pushed all his doubts and negative thoughts aside and focused on the essentials. Mac was here. With him. She lay beneath him and enjoyed his touch and kisses.

With one hand in her dark hair and the other on her lower back, he lowered his head and placed his lips on hers again. The passion inside them both. Mag enjoyed every single touch of this man, no matter how small, but she felt that she wanted more from him - needed more from him. Hoping to give her already throbbing midsection some relief, she lifted her pelvis and attempted to rub against Fezco's body. She lets out a lustful moan as the fabric of her thin lace panties collides with the denim fabric of his baggy pants.

Noticing the brunette rubbing against him impatiently, Fezco grinned against the delicate skin of her neck and gently bit down where her neck and shoulder meet.

"Oh damn, Fez." Mac's pelvis snapped against his thighs as she cursed out loud in lust. Everything in her tensed as the light bite sent an electric sensation through her body.

Her sudden moan surprised him a bit. He lifted his head and looked
with a mischievous grin into Mac's misty eyes. "I didn't know you were so sensitive."

His deep voice made Mac shudder in the most positive way. She met his gaze as one of her hands slid from his shoulders down to his hand on her hip. She grabbed it and guided it between her thighs.

"Feel what you do to me." Mac watched Fezco's gaze closely follow her tangled hands and heard the sharp gasp he made as his fingers brushed her wet pussy.

Without hesitation, he pulled his hand out from under hers to push her already slipped dress up, at the same time he leaned up to her and kissed her wildly. Fez was happy that when it comes to clothing, besides the colorful look, he always relied on comfort because his erection grew with every further sensation Mac's body.

His slightly rough hands danced from her tanned stomach down to the hem of her panties. Mac's hips immediately shot up to meet his hand, but to her disappointment, his fingers didn't hit the spot that was throbbing with need. Again her hand grabbed his wrist to get his hand into the right position, but before she could reach her goal, Fezco broke their kiss and stopped his hand under hers.

His nose brushed her flushed cheek as his lips found her ear. Be patient, Baby." Fez's  warm breathing gave the brunette goosebumps as he whispered those words to her. Mac's deep breath to keep her composure made him grin even though he felt the same way. Both the brunette and the redhead were filled with passion and heat, both needing and wanting the others touch but as Mac slid her free hand to the button of his trousers, Fezco stopped her again. He met her confused look with a coy grin.

"You taste so fucking good, mama."

Mac was overwhelmed by the pleasure Fezco gave her. She didn't know what to do with her hands, which kept reaching down uncontrollably over her own body, only to end up resting on Fezco's head or shoulder. It's not the first time that someone eats her out, but Mac was sure she's never been so overwhelmed by someone licking her pussy.

He definitely knew how to licking the mango. Mac thought, while allowing Fezco to lift her bent legs off the bed to drape them over his shoulders.

Everything inside her pulsed, her nipples were rock hard even though Fezco hadn't touched her tits once, her tanned skin was covered with a pleasant goosebump  because his beard tickled her inner thigh and her legs trembled at every touch from the man whose head is between her knees.

Fezco placed his upper lip just above the clitoris, making sure his upper lip covered his teeth so he wouldn't hurt Mac. Then he placed his bottom lip right over her glistening opening and applied some pressure. His hands wandered from her thighs to her ass to pull Mac even closer to him.
Looking up at Mac, he saw the pleasure in her lustful expression.

"Mac,... hmm fuck." Before Fezco could tell the brunette what he wanted from her, she started grinding herself against his face, making him moan. Her pelvis rose and fell off and into the mattress as he licked his tongue over her most sensitive spot.

"You make me feel so good, Fezco." She whimpered as she grabbed hold of his arms. Her long acrylic nails, which they had done just the day before, were digging into his skin, but Fezco didn't mind, he enjoyed Mac letting out whatever she was feeling. She was so naturally.

Fezco's grip on her bare ass tightened as he tilted his head slightly to place his tongue against her wet opening again, but this time he pushed the tip of his tongue into her little hole, causing her to gasp loudly.

"Aaahh fuck." The brunette reflexively withdrew from the skillful movements of his tongue, but Fezco had no intention of allowing that. With a jerk he pulled Mackenna back to him, shaking his head in amusement.

"Nah baby come here, i know you can take it." With that he repeated the whole thing, but this time held Mac's thighs next to his head so that she couldn't flinch away from him again.

"Oh god, yes yes yes yes. Keep doing that! " She moaned, tilting her head back and squeezed her eyes together as she saw black dots dancing in front of them.

"Look at me, i wanna see ya." Fez rasped, before his tongue pushed back into her entrance.

The brunette let out a throaty, porny noise, she never knews he was capable of. Even though it was difficult for her, she obeyed and lifted her head to look down into Fezco's blue eyes. Just the sight of him sucking on her clit almost made her scream and she was sure that if Fezco wasn't holding her legs she would have squeezed her thighs together just to hold him there forever but instead she laid her Hand on his head and grinded towards him.

Fire pooled low in her abdomen, but she tried to ignore it so that she could enjoy Fez's touches a moment longer but she felt she would fail miserably.

And Fezco felt it too.

"I want you to come all over my face."

Just as Mac was about to tell him that oral sex alone wouldn't make her come because it took more to give her an orgasm - or so she thought.

Without any warning, the fire inside her exploded, sending a shiver down her spine. Her vision darkened and she could feel nothing but a total surrender; a free fall. There was no inhibition, no return. It was a sense of levitation followed by a toe-curling spasm.

Fezco held her tight, helping her ride out her orgasm before placing small, tender kisses on her pulbis and inner thighs. Mac on the other hand tried to catch her breath, wiping strands of hair from her slightly sweaty forehead with her left hand.

"Wow." She couldn't get more than that from her lips. She has never had a clitoral orgasm like this before, so this was a brand new experience for her - one she shared with Fezco, she realized as he settled onto the mattress beside her with a more than satisfied grin.

"Yeah, shit was simply incredible." 

To say i was more than surprised to see jules with an injured eye would be a fuckjng understatement, like she just went to get some snacks and drinks and instead comes back with an injury? My assumption that she had been fighting a homeless man over chips was wrong, but I didn't believe her excuse that she had walked into a cooler door left open in the store either.

I mean... i'm a drug addict, not a fucking fool.

But it was the mentioned addiction that prompted me to drop the subject, 'cause instead of snacks and juice drinks, there were joints and vodka that Jules got god knows where from.

Jule'e's father didn't notice anything about our smoking in her room. They have a good bond, he trusted her and vice versa. He was always there for her unlike her alcoholic mother.

Due to her gender disphoria Jules has struggled with her mental health since childhood, something that first got better when she started her transition at age thirteen. When she was sixteen, she gave free rein to her sexual orientation only to realize that a person's gender didn't matter to her.

While her mother took Jules' 11-year-old self to a mental hospital against her will, her father even quit his job to be by his daughter's side during her transition. As if their mother-daughter relationship, which was characterized by alcohol and drug abuse, hadn't been strained enough, the bond of trust was completely torn by this incident.

When Jules and I lay in her bed together for the first time and talked about everything understand the sun, I registered one thing: She hated her life, not because it was bad, but because when you hate your brain and your body, it's hard to enjoy the rest.

The divorce of her parents and the fact that her father was with her during this self-discovery time helped a lot.

As the alcohol coursed through my body and I looked into the blonde's glassy blue eyes, I realized that I wanted to help her too.

Yeah, I wanted to help her be happy and enjoy life. I wanted to help her leave her past behind and show her how fucking beautiful the future can be for us .

Together.

I wanted to help her like I was a freaking marvel superhero.

My first mission was to find out who gave Jules that nasty black eye and set Mac on this person, cause you know,... she definitely has the better punch.

Mac would do great as my sidekick.

"What do you mean 'Why's that?' Are you accusing me of something?" Again Mac's thoughts went to the molly in her purse. Did he notice something? No, the way she got to know Fezco, he addresses such issues immediately. He wasn't someone who waited for the perfect moment, but rather wanted to use communication to resolve such things without any arguments. Knowing this, Mac pushed aside her guilty conscience and kept up her facade of not knowing what he was talking about.

Surprise Surprise Mac and Fez didn't fuck that night either, Which was prolly more 'cause neither of them had a condom with them than 'cause they didn't feel like having sex.  It didn't hurt their night together one bit tho, he finger fucked her, she gave him a hand job, everything was fine between them.

I knew Mac well enough to know that she secretly liked that Fez was out of condoms 'cause it meant he wasn't having sex with other girls for a longer period of time. She really didn't give two fucks if a boy had other chicks standing on the sideline , but of course it was different with Fez.

Well, what can I say, my night wasn't quite as exciting as my two best friends' night, but it was okay 'cause I spent the night with Jules. Her initially bad mood changed after the first joint and even though absolutely nothing was going on between us, I enjoyed lying next to her.

Above all, I enjoyed that the thoughts of Mac quieted down.

At 6:45 am sharp, Mac's phone alarm rang, which she had turned on the night before so she wouldn't oversleep. Something she regretted at that moment. She picked up the annoying ringing thing from the bedside table and squinted at the display to find the off switch. After she found him and the ringing noise stopped, she rolled onto her side, cell phone in hand, draped her arm across Fezco's torso and snuggled under his chin to continue sleeping.

"What are you doing, mama?" If Fez's voice hadn't been so calm and raspy, the brunette probably would have been startled by the sudden sound of it, but she kept her eyes closed and enjoyed his fingers caressing her bare shoulder gently. "Wake up baby, you gotta go to school."

An indefinable noise escaped Mac as she tiredly pressed deeper into his chest. "I've just decided that I don't want to go today. Fucking school is doing just fine without me."

As funny as he found her mumbling, he wouldn't let Mac skip school, not only did he know from his own experience how important it is to get a degree in order to get a decent job, he also knew that Ash would then refuse to go to school as well, simply because it wouldn't be fair otherwise. "Nah baby, get your sexy ass out of bed and get ready. I'm going to make us sum breakfast." With a kiss on the top of her head, he gently pushed her aside and got off the mattress. He briefly scanned the floor for his yesterday's underwear, but then decided to put on fresh ones and went to his closet where he took out a pair of boxers, a white wife beater and a beige tracksuit.

Hey Sweeties. 

I can't believe it, it feels so unreal, doesn't it? I don't know about you guys, but I'm speechless...

Just speechless. 

I don't even know what to say other than that of course I hope he rests in peace. 

I was actually in the process of writing a new chapter for this story at the moment, but somehow it feels wrong now. I don't know if you can understand that, but I don't even know if it would be the right thing to continue writing. 

Don't get me wrong, this story means a lot to me and actually I would love to tell the story of Fezco and Mac, but I don't know if I can. maybe that's just the shock that speaks out of me, but i wanted to be so fair and let you know that. 

Maybe I'll keep writing and a chapter will come soon.

Maybe it will take a while for a new chapter to come. 

Maybe there won't be a chapter at all, but this wouldn't feel right either.

I just do not know.

I will update you again on this.

Love!!!! 

So I don't know what's currently wrong with this app, but since the last update I can't answer any comments. Please don't think that I'm ignoring you 'cause I see y'all. I see your support.

thanks for that.

love!!!! 💓

If there's one thing to say about Mac, it's that this bitch is sturborn as fuck. A five year old donkey is nothing against this girl, like one day we were at the 'Crispy Bun' a small burger joint in our town and the only one that sold good veggie burgers. At least that's what Mac says.

So we stood at the counter and ordered our shit. While Mac wanted a quinoa burger, I ordered a juicy cheesburger for myself. The blonde chick behind the counter eyed me and Mac as soon as we entered the shop, but I always ignored things like that, Mac, on the other hand, usually didn't notice it at all 'cause she was only moderately interested in her surroundings, however, the disgusted look that the waitress gave me when she heard what I wanted was very noticeable to us.

She wasn't much older than us, maybe in her twenties and she was definitely new as neither Mac nor I had seen the blonde behind the counter before. Later we found out that it was her first day at the 'The Crispy Bun' and thanks to Mackenna also her last, 'cause after that bitch told me in a very rude tone that cheesburgers were out and that I should order a salad anyway, the disaster began.

Mac tried to explain to the underprivileged waitress that she could just put cheese on a normal burger 'cause a cheesburger is nothing more than a normal burger is only with fucking cheese, but the blonde bitch didn't want to hear anything about it, instead she demanded that we leave the Restaurant. Mac, in turn, demanded to speak to someone responsible.

They argued back and forth, insulted each other with every imaginable insult and I was sure that if the store manager hadn't come, Mac would have dragged that skinny ass hoe over the counter by her ponytail.

Sis just had too much temperament in her lil body, but damn... I'd be lying if I said I didn't find it very hot at times when Mac was about to throw her fist, especially if she did it to stand up for me.

But uh, let's get back to her stubbornness: after a brief exchange with the boss about what had happened, Mac demanded that the waitress be fired. She not only demands it, but also explains this demand by saying that there are enough people with eating disorders or self-doubt and sentences like "You should rather eat a salad." from a stranger could make deep wounds even deeper.

I could tell she were thinking of Kat and Maddy, both of whom were always having doubts about their bodies.

Long story short: The manager wanted the matter dealt with internally and without kicking out the blonde waitress, but Mac wanted her request to be implemented.

She didn't want to eat a burger in a restaurant where the waitresses body-shamed the customers.

And I? I just wanted to take our order and take Mac back to the lake to chill there like before. I mean, I loved Mac for standing up for me like that, it was sexy and all, but damn was I hungry.

But Mac wouldn't be Mac if she hadn't gotten her way. She whispered something into the man's ear and suddenly he couldn't get rid of the blonde behind the counter fast enough.

She never told me what she whispered to him, but I was sure it had something to do with her mother. Ophelia Donahue was pretty much the biggest influence in this damn town, so no wonder the manager didn't discuss it further after that.

So Mackenna's stubborn ass had made sure that the blonde bitch was fired, 'cause if Mac wanted something, then she pushed it through with all her might.

Fezco didn't get an answer when he asked where she got the Molly from her purse.

Basically, he didn't get an answer for anything anymore, because Mac ignored him and instead calmly went on with her make-up. It wasn't much, a little concealer, bronzer and lipgloss to make her lips look juicier. Finally, she brushed her thick eyebrows and straightened her eyelash extensions.

Satisfied with her look, she packed each product in her purse and got up to leave the room. She'd heard Fez ask where she got the pills and when she'd taken them, but deliberately ignored him.

That really pissed off Fezco, who followed her down the hall. "Yo, don't ice me out here, bruh."

Again he got no answer as Mac sat down at the round table in front of one of the bowls filled with cereal, picked it up and put a spoonful of 'cookie chips' in her mouth. She pulled her leg onto the chair so she could easily rest one of her arms on her knee. She noticed Fez's annoyed sigh but ignored that as well.

Ashtray, who had almost finished his breakfast, stopped sipping the milk from his bowl and looked back and forth between his brother and the girl in front of him with a frown. "I'm going to pack my school bag." Without another word, Ash left the room. He had noticed that another discussion was going on and definitely didn't want to be part of it.

As the door to Ashtray's room slammed shut, Fezco turned back to the brunette, who was still eating her cereal. He took a deep breath to quell his frustration at the fact that she was mad at him and ignoring him before he spoke to her.

"So lemme take this straight." In order to communicate with her as equals, Fezco sat down in the chair his little brother had been sitting in, but Mac avoided eye contact. "You mad at me 'cause you fucked up? You mad 'cause you got caught? 'Cause I called you out on your shit?" His voice was calm but firm as he tossed the little bag of half a pill onto the table. "Because you gotta face the truth of your behavior? You told me last night that you don't want to do drugs anymore, that you're fine and shit. No coke, no pills, nothing and then fucking molly falls out of your pocket? You lied to my face and I just can't fuck with that."

With an annoyed snort, Mackenna put the almost empty cereal bowl on the table with a loud clink. "Okay, yeah, i lied. So what? You're a drug dealer, it makes you money, so what's your problem?" She knew how unfair she was being to Fezco right now, but she couldn't help it. She was in defensive mode and didn't know what else to do. There was no one growing up who ever stood up for her or taught her coping tactics. Mac always had to stand up for herself and learned from herself how best to do it: Attack others to avoid being vulnerable yourself.

It worked for others, but not for Fezco, who already saw through the girl. "Nah baby, don't try to flip things on me 'cause you're ashamed of yourself. Fezco clasped his hands on the wooden surface and leaned toward Mac, who was still avoiding his gaze. "See I'm extremely understanding but I'm not gonna allow myself to overlook how you disrespected me. So either we're honest with each other or..." –

"Or what?" Finally Mac looked up from her hands, which she nervously played with under the table. Even if you couldn't hear it in her defensive voice, the girl also felt nervousness inside. She didn't want to give up what she had with Fezco. Mac didn't know what it was that the two shared, but it felt good. Too good to let go of this feeling.

Fezco saw the slight worry in the brunette's brown eyes, so he grabbed her hand. "I know it's not easy to get off drugs as an addict, but I can help you, you just have to let me."

On reflex, Mac pulled her hand out of his grasp. "I'm not an addict."

There it was again - her defensive manner. Fez couldn't help but smile slightly. "You know that's what any addict would say, Ma."

That sentence managed to get Mac laughing before the fact that the man in front of her was way too good to her bitchy ass brought tears to her sad eyes. She lied to him, punished him with the silend treatment and then tried to blame him for her own mistake. And all Fezco did was offer her his help. She didn't deserve that - she didn't deserve him.

A tear rolled down her cheek as she realized that no one ever offered her help, at least not that kind of help. Anyone who knew about her drug addiction just accepted it.

"It's just so easy." Mac's voice wasn't louder than a whisper in the wind, but Fezco understood her, and he also understood that what she meant by these words was that situations seem easier to deal with when you're high.

He could hardly bear the fact that more and more tears ran down her beautiful face, which is why he reached out to her again.

"C'mere."

The teenage girl took his large hand and let him pull her onto his lap. Mac immediately buried her face in the soft fabric of his jacket as he stroked her curls comfortingly.

"We can do this."

Four little words from him that gave Mac hope.

—

After Mackenna calmed down and freshened up a bit, Fezco insisted on driving her and Ashtray to school. With her car still parked in front of Fez's store from driving his to his crip the day before, the brunette didn't have a problem with that. The only thing she missed was listening to her music. Instead of songs from the early 2000s, there was hip hop from the 90s, which was okay for Mac, but not the best.

It wasn't long before they arrived at Ashtray's school and the boy got out of the car looking unmotivated. Something Mac was visibly amused.

"Have a nice day at school, Lil -Ash." She teased with a giggle.

"You seem to be suffering from delusions of adequacy." Was his mumbled reply before approaching a group of boys his own age and greeting them with their special handshake. As he was about to head for the school building with his friends, a loud and penetrating car horn caught his and his boys' attention.

He scoffed as his narrowed eyes fell on the car he had exited moments before. Mac sat back in the passenger seat after she honked the horn several times and leaned out the open window to wave silly at him.

"Hey Kat, how about you and Mac make a video together." The Brazilian girl looked at Brad, a blonde guy she had a biology class with. The teenager held two of his fingers in a V shape in front of his mouth and stuck out his tongue. A gesture intended to show oral sex between two women. 

What an idiot, Kat thought as she held out her middle finger to the boy. She had to listen to such or similar sayings the day before, even though the McKay twins had already deleted the video and made it clear that the sex tape was not about her, even if that was a lie. 

"Is there even one boy here who is less primitive than all the dicks." The girl with the dark bob sighed as she walked alongside the girls. 

"I don't know what you're upset about, unlike Mac, you can't really be recognized in the video." Answered BB, who was slowly but surely annoyed by Kat's complaining.  

"Yeah, but unlike Mac, I don't look like a fucking hot porn star." Kat huffed, the venom in her voice unmistakable. She felt misunderstood by her friends. Even though the sex tape gave her an idea that would make her a lot of money, she felt uncomfortable at the thought of her entire school assuming she was the girl in the ass-fuck video, even though the McKay twins had dispelled this rumor - which actually wasn't a rumor because it was true. 

"Calm down Kat, no one is going to talk about this video anymore after what you just saw in the school parking lot." Maddy said casually as they continued walking through school buildings. The Latina knew as well as anyone that rumors like these are only interesting until there's something new to talk about. "And there is our star of the hour."

LiL-Ashtray 🍼👶🏻

Ur face triggers me

Headache 🧎🏻♀️🏌🏻

Could this be

Headache 🧎🏻♀️🏌🏻

Affection

Headache 🧎🏻♀️🏌🏻

??  

With a giggle, Mac closed her chat with Ashtray and looked up when she heard Maddy squeal. The brunette had no choice but to endure her Latina friend's embrace as she came running in her high heels and threw her arms around her neck. Mackenna had a lot of love for her girls, but affections like that were hard for her unless they came from Rue or, well, Fezco. 

She knew that the reason for this was her fear of commitment. If she didn't allow a close bond, she couldn't lose it. Things were different with Rue. She basically grew up with her. So the bond between them was formed without Mac being able to do anything about it, furthermore, her love for Rue was different than for Maddy, Kat or BB. It wasn't that she had any less love for these three than she did for Rue, it was just different - a different kind of love.

And with Fez... she just messed around with him. At least that's exactly what the brunette told herself to silence her fears of commitment. 

"Bitch, why didn't you tell me that you and Fezco are a fucking couple now?" Maddy let go of Mac and looked at her mockingly reproachfully before she leaned against the locker next to Mackenna's with a grin and stared dreamily at the ceiling. "You guys are literally so cute together." 

Mac closed her locker with a bang after pulling out all the supplies for her class and answered the Latina without looking at her because she was too busy adjusting the books in her arms. 

"I didn't tell you anything 'cause there's nothing to tell. We're not a couple or some shit. We're just friends, that's all." 

An incredulous snort escaped the black-haired girl as she pushed herself away from the locker. "Stop playing, bitch. I saw you two kissing." She pointed her manicured index finger at Mac, who rolled her eyes in response. "That's definitely not how you kiss when you're just friends."

The fact that Maddy emphasized those words like that triggered something in the brunette. Without hesitation, she pressed her books against the chest of an approaching classmate before turning back to the Latina, who looked at her somewhat confused. Before she could say anything about her best friend's behavior, Mac pushed her back against the lockers by her shoulders and kissed her like she hadn't in a long time. 

Maddy was so perplexed at first that she couldn't do anything at first, but when she noticed Mac's tongue grazing her bottom lip, she willingly opened her mouth and returned the heated kiss. The Latina could taste a slight hint of mint, which made the kiss even more pleasant for her. Her hands, which until then had been hanging almost helplessly in the air next to her body, placed themselves on Mac's hips. Mac, on the other hand, twindet her fingers in Maddy's black hair and clanched it into a fist while she sloppily licked into her best friends mouth. Maddy couldn't do anything about the brathy sounds that were escaping her lips, the feeling she felt during the kiss with Mackenna was too overwhelming. It was so intense that the Perez girl forgot everything around her.

If the brunette kissed everyone like that, then Maddy knew why she was so sought after by the boys at her school. It wasn't just that her soft lips felt good against your own, but also the feeling that Mac gave you with such a kiss - she was welcoming you, making you feel right. 

The Perez-Girl had no experience with girl, but she was sure that this was one of the best make out sessions she had had, even if it was very short-lived.

With a smacking sound, their lips parted and the Latina opened her eyes, which she didn't even know she had closed, and looked into the grinning face of her best friend - her good-kissing best friend.

"See, I kissed you like Fez, are we a couple now?"Mac asked ironically, taking her books from the guy she had previously handed them to. 

The slim teenage boy with short, brownish hair stared between Maddy and Mac with his mouth wide open. He couldn't believe his luck at being able to watch the two hottest and most popular people in this school making out up close. 

And he wasn't alone, other students were also watching this scene, including BB, Cassie, Kat and Lexi, who were still standing at Maddy's locker on the opposite side. 

"What was that?" Cassie asked, somewhat unsure what to think of the scenario she saw. Mac made no secret of the fact that she didn't care about the gender she was fucking with, but that wasn't the case with Maddy. Her oldest best friend had never mentioned that she might also be into women and besides, she was also dating Nate, so seeing her making out with Mackenna was strange for the blonde.

"Definitely the sexiest thing I've seen in a long time." Kat replied, still looking at her two friends. "But I would say that was Mac in her natural prime." The staring looks from the other girls make the Brazilian look into the round. "Or not? I mean come on, this is Mackenna we're talking about, she's done worse." She shrugged the whole thing off, because she thought that what was just happening there wasn't anything unusual, considering what her youngest friend had already had done.

"But I thought she was with the drug dealer?" The older Howard sister's blonde eyebrows furrowed with her question. 

Instead of an immediate answer, she got an annoyed look from Lexi. "His name is Fezco." 

"Yeah, whatever." BB, who was happily licking her cherry lollipop, interrupted the siblings' staredown by joining in the conversation. "I don't know why y'all so surprised, 'cause in case you haven't noticed, Mac is a free spirit, like she's literally a tiny little bitch who isn't made for relationships." The girl with huge loop earrings meant her snarky comment without any malicious ulterior motives, but simply stated what she was convinced was a fact.  

Lexi had enough of this conversation, clutched the folders in her arms tighter and left the small group with a roll of her eyes, leaving the other confused. 

The younger Howard sister could really think of better things to do than listen to who Mackenna Donahue had a thing with and who she didn't. That changed from minute to minute anyway.

She just hoped that Fezco noticed this  quickly and didn't let her appearance influence him, because he deserved so much better.

"No, but now I wish we were one." Maddy joked, still recovering from the kiss with Mac. It wasn't that she had developed inexplicable feelings for the brunette out of nowhere, she just enjoyed that little making out-session. For her, as for Mackenna, it was a very hot, very sloppy kiss - nothing more, nothing less.

Without answering, Mac started moving with a giggle so she wouldn't be late for her class. There was a grin on her lips, but her thoughts only revolved around one topic. 

Fezco.

—

"Hello Mackenna Leilani, I'm happy to welcome you here."

The teenage girl had to admit that she hadn't expected to be sitting in anger management class in front of a comparatively young man who she might have seen walking down the school hallway once or twice before, but that's exactly what she did at that moment.

The man, whose name she didn't know yet, was perhaps only in his mid-thirties, with dark, slightly slicked-back hair and a beard that he'd definitely let grow for a little longer than just three days. His light button-down shirt was tucked into dark suit pants, which were combined with black patent leather shoes and a belt of the same color with a gold buckle.

There was no denying that this teacher was good-looking, even his brown tie with strange flowers and check pattern didn't match the rest of his elegant outfit. Visually he doesn't look like a typical teacher, only the clipboard in his hand and the way he sits cross-legged on a chair give it away.

That doesn't make the fact that she's in a class she won't be in any better. With a more than obvious exasperated groan, Mac leaned back in her chair. 

"Bloody hell." The brunette leaned her head back over the back of the chair and rubbed her face with her hands before her brown eyes settled on the teacher, ignoring the presence of three other boys who sat in their chairs in a semicircle. "Can we please not?"

"What do you mean?" The young man tilted his head in interest as he looked into Mackenna's exhausted face. He involuntarily wondered where this tiredness could come from. 

"All that full name shit." The brunette replied while maintaining eye contact. "I mean, I get it. They put a hip young teacher in front of us and hope we'll open up to him. Well, it's a shame that won't happen, so you're wasting your time. You could literally be sitting at home with a good book enjoying your end of work, taking a walk in the park or spending time with your partner, but instead you're sitting here hoping I'll be cooperative, but lemme tell you something, i'm not the problem." With a slightly arrogant expression, Mac finished her little speech.

The man's reaction was a chuckle. Not one that was intended to laugh at the young girl, but one that even contained a hint of admiration. After what Principal Hayes had already told him about the Donahue-girl, he was not at all surprised by the brunette's behavior, but he still found it quite interesting how quickly she fell into coping mechanisms. Instead of dealing with herself, she directs the topic to those who confront her. 

"Okay, what would you like me to call you?" He asked, ignoring the rest of what the teenager said. 

"Mac is fine." 

He acknowledged her answer with a nod. "Alright Mac, I'm Mr. Mayfield and I'm less of a teacher, more like a trainer who wants to teach you how to better deal with your emotions."

"I have complete control over my emotions." Her mood was already irritable from the start, but her tone became even harder with these words.

"Is that so?" He quirked an eyebrow at the girl, but didn't wait for an answer as he sat up slightly in his seat and continued speaking. "Then why are you here?" 

"I’m here 'cause Hayes wants me to."

It didn't go unnoticed by Mr. Mayfield that Mac sat up too. A sign that she felt threatened and had no problem being confrontational. That was exactly what he wanted, because only when Mackenna came out of hiding could he work properly with her.

Pursing his lips, Mr. Mayfield nodded his head repeatedly. "I understand." His brown eyes narrowed slightly. "But Principal Hayes would also want you to cooperate and you said that wouldn't happen." The trainer paused and watched Mac's face contort in question. "So I'll ask you again, why are you here?"

Mac thought about what she could give him in response, but her thoughts about Fezco and what was going on between the two of them and the suppressed anger at having to be in this class made the brunette feel even more exhausted. It's not the first time that day that Mac wished she hadn't promised Fez not to fuck with drugs anymore, because at that moment she could really use a line of cocaine.

No matter how hard Mac thought about it, she couldn't think of an excuse and she certainly wouldn't tell him the truth that Hayes was threatening to bring her mother on board, because that would mean that Ophelia Donahue would be discussed and the girl could do without that, so she left the question unanswered and did what she did best.

"Why is this just about me? This is a group session isn't it?" The brunette's voice contained a hint of venom.

Mr. Mayfield noted that Mackenna refused to answer him not because she felt she was being treated unfairly, but because she had difficulty seeing that anger management training could actually benefit her. The pen in his left hand tapped against the clipboard in a steady rhythm as he considered his next words.

"You said you weren't the problem and that you had your emotions under control, but control your emotion's doesn't mean avoid your emotion's."

Mac's brown eyes narrowed dangerously into two slits, like a cougar focusing on its prey. "I don’t avoid shit."

Such an answer was to be expected, which is why the dark-haired man nodded his head absently. "Well, that's where our opinions differ, because I have a feeling that's exactly what you're doing. Except for anger and annoyance, you don't leave much room for emotions." Mr. Mayfield uncrossed his leg and rested his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward a little further. "To put it in your words: Feel your shit, understand your shit, but dont lose your shit - that is emotional control." 

No matter how hard the brunette tried to defend herself against the words of the wannabe psychologist, she couldn't avoid letting the words sink in and thinking about them.

The sound of rustling paper filled the room as Mr. Mayfield leafed through his papers, his lips pursed. "Mac, are you okay with us discussing potentially unpleasant topics here, or would you prefer if we did this one-on-one?"

The teenage-girl raised her head, which she had previously lowered to stare absentmindedly at the grayish floor. Mac wasn't stupid and could guess what her so-called coach was referring to. The fact that he didn't say exactly what he meant made her roll her eyes.

"If you talk about the sex tape, I don't give a fuck." The brunette shrugged her shoulders, which looked even more petite in Fezco's oversized shirt. Although she was beyond annoyed by this conversation, she let her voice sound sweet, but the salty sound was still audible. 

Mr. Mayfield raised one of his bushy eyebrows. “You don’t care that such a video of you exists?” The man, in his mid-thirties, could not understand the reason for Mackenna's indifference to the video with clearly pornographic content. He searched for the lie in her statement, but he didn't see anything in her eyes, which were confidently trained on him - not the slightest sign of emotion, so he tried to lure her out of her hiding spot again. "So it doesn't bother you at all that this video of you was sent to the whole school?"

"Why should it? After all, half the school has already seen her naked before this video even existed" One of the three boys present replied with a dirty grin, making the other two laugh before joining in with a high-five. 

Mr. Mayfield couldn't allow these hostile words and was about to criticize the teenage boy's behavior, but he didn't get around to it because Mac, who had now turned her attention to the boy, was faster. Now that she took a closer look at the boy, she recognized him as one of Nate's teammates. She didn't know his name, but she recognized the many line tattoos on his arms and had a good idea why he was in the anger management class. 

"Aww, do I hear envy 'cause you're part of the half that didn't have the honor?" With a feigned look of pity, the brunette tilted her head and spoke to the boy in an equally pitiful tone before her expression hardened and her tone became spiteful. "Maybe you'll have better luck if you grow some balls, like how about you say what you have to say to my face instead of talking about me in the third person like I'm not in the same room, fucking pussy." 

The 16-year-old thought she had hit the mark with her statement, because his behavior must be the reason why he wasn't actually one of the few boys she slept with, because it definitely couldn't be because of his looks, he was in fact quite hot. Looking good just didn't help him in this case, because as much as Mackenna loved sex, she had her principles and one of them was: don't sleep with obvious douchebags.

Nate was a huge exception, because on the one hand they were a couple at the time they were fucking and on the other hand Mac didn't know at the time what a son of a bitch her now ex-boyfriend was.

The squeak as the chair was pushed across the school floor could be heard as the tattooed boy quickly got up from his chair to take a few steps towards the brunette. 

"What did you just say?"

With an evil grin, Mac also stood up and looked up at the dark-haired boy with her brown doe eyes that you would think belonged to an innocent girl. It amused the Donahue girl that these few words were enough to scratch her counterpart's ego and get such a reaction. 

"What do you want to hear again? That you should grow some balls so you can satisfy the ladies or that you're a fucking pussy?" 

The boy, who she still had no idea what his name was - nor did she care - took another dangerous step toward the smaller girl, but Mac stood her ground and was ready to throw fists if necessary.

Mr. Mayfield - who had heard and seen enough - saw this too, which is why he rose from his chair and stood between the two students, his hands resting on their shoulders in a placating gesture.  

"Alright, how about we talk about anger management methods next?" 

— 

Satisfied, Mac placed the plate of vegetarian casserole on the coffee table before leaning back and rubbing her stomach contentedly, her brown eyes trained on Fezco. 

"Thank you very much, Mr. O’Neill."

Fezco tried to cover up the blush that rose on his face with a scoff. As if he wasn't turned on by the brunette beauty calling him by his last name, he pushed himself up from his semi-reclining position to sit on the edge of the couch and reached for his phone.

"It's Whatever. I just heated up frozen food in the microwave, nothing special." To punctuate his words, he shrugged inconsequentially as he randomly tapped away on his smartphone to distract himself from his inappropriate thoughts. 

Unfortunately for him, Mac didn't make it easy for him.

The teenage girl also sat up so she was kneeling behind Fez and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his pulse. "Don't devalue it like that, baby.  I still really appreciate the gesture." 

She really did, because despite the fact that she always had something to eat in her home thanks to her mother's hired cooks, she didn't take it for granted that Fezco would prepare something for her to dinner. Especially because she hadn't expected this when she texted him, still annoyed, after the Anger Management class and asked if she could come over. 

It wasn't very late, just early evening, the sun was in the west and about to set, but Mac still felt like she hadn't slept in days. The brunette knew that it wasn't just the class, because even though it was very exhausting dealing with his problems, that wasn't the only reason for her tiredness. So far, her way of dealing with unwanted emotions has been sniffing cocaine

But that wasn't possible anymore, she had made the promise to Fezco, and besides, she was out of drugs. She had nothing. No nose candy. No molly. Not even weed.

She was in withdrawal.

Her mood wasn't the best when she left school, but that changed when she saw Fezco leaning against his car in the parking lot. She wouldn't have minded walking to his street, but she wouldn't say no to a ride, plus she was happy to see him. The fact that there was already warm food on the table when they entered the apartment was just the icing on the cake for Mac. 

For Fez, however, it was natural to take care of Mac; he was happy to do so. With a push of a button he speared the screen

of his phone before placing it back on the table and turning his head to look at Mackenna. She looked tired, her otherwise shiny eyes seemed cloudy and when he noticed how normal her pupils were, he knew why. 

She had kept her promise and was actually sober. He wouldn't have known what he would have done if she had gotten into the car with him while high and is glad he doesn't have to worry about it. 

He leaned towards her with a smile. "I'm damn proud of you, ma." Without another word, he placed his lips on hers and engaged her in a slow kiss.

Ashtray, who was sitting in his armchair ,eating chicken nuggets, made a disgusted face, but inside him it looked completely different. Seeing his brother and the brunette so intimately confirmed that he had behaved correctly that morning, it was right to stand up for Mac and put the guy who called himself his friend in his place.

There was no question in his mind whether he would do it again, because as he said; Mac was Fezco's girl.

"Here Ma, grandma told me that dried fruits are supposed to help with headaches, I'm not sure if it helps in cases like that, but I think we can try shit out." With a slightly shy smile, Fez handed over Plate with raisins, dates and fresh apricots on it to Mackenna.

The brunette looked from the plate of fruit into the face of her counterpart, a pout on her lips. She was touched by the fact that Fezco went back to the store just for her to buy her home remedy for a headache; She hadn't expected that when, after showering together, he said he had to go out again to get something. The fact that he chopped up the apricots and beautifully arranged the dates and raisins was just icing on the cake for Mac.

"Oh baby, that wouldn't have been necessary, you know that, right?" With one hand, the teenager took the plate from Fezco's hand and placed it on the coffee table before using her other hand to grab his wrist to pull him onto the sofa. "Thank you so much." With those words she put her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. 

What was initially a harmless kiss quickly turned into a passionate one. Mackenna opened her mouth, allowing Fez to insert his tongue between her lips. The older boy was glad that his gesture was well received by Mac. He didn't know if she would have reacted the same way if she knew he had asked Ashtray to keep an eye on her while he was gone, which was why he kept it a secret. It wasn't a big deal in itself, because the brunette was busy helping Ash with his history homework anyway. You might not notice it because of her outfits and long nails, but Mac was actually very inquisitive when it came to topics like ' The seven World Wonders' or 'The Red Scare', so it was natural for her to help Ashtray. 

Still, Fezco thought it would be a better idea to ask his younger brother if he could look after his girl while he ran errands. He didn't want to believe that she would immediately look for drugs as soon as he left his crib, but as a drug dealer he knows the behavior of addicts. The urge for the next trip is always strong, but the urge is even worse when you are in withdrawal. He couldn't risk Mackenna having a relapse. Even if she had only been sober for about 24 hours, he was proud of how brave she was despite her severe headache. Fez didn't know how strong her cocaine addiction was, but the fact that her body reacted so strongly to the withdrawal of the white powder after just one day spoke for itself. He was all the happier that she agreed to his attempts to distract her from the pressing thoughts and the nausea instead of begging him for drugs again. Fezco would never give Mac drugs of any kind again unless it was his weed, but that didn't mean he didn't have a damn hard time saying no to her, especially when she looked at him with her big doe eyes. He would fulfill every possible wish of hers, but not this one.

Mac put every bit of gratitude into their kiss. She only briefly separated herself from Fezco's lips to take his lower lip between her teeth. His grip on the brunette's hips tightened as he felt the nibbling at his sensitivi flesh. Kissing Mac always gave the older boy pleasant goosebumps that spread across his body. 

He enjoyed how her right hand wrapped around his neck to pull him even closer to her until a loud throat cleared him from his ecstasy of the kiss. Fezco opened his eyes and pulled away from the girl in his arms to look at Ashtray, who had risen from his armchair.

"Imma head to my room, play a round of COD and shit." Ashtray would never have openly admitted it, but he would have liked to spend more time with Mac and his brother this night, but because he didn't want to disturb them, he gave them their space. 

Despite his guilty conscience, Fez nodded his head. He noticed that Ash was only leaving to give him and the brunette some one-on-one time and not because he actually wanted to play video games in his room. He was sorry for him, but his focus at that moment was solely on Mackenna, she needed his attention more than he did. Fezco was sure his little brother would understand that. 

"No no no no, stay. We can watch the movie you told me about earlier." With her velvety brown eyes, Mac looked from Ash to Fezco to make sure he was fine with a movie night. He smiled in response before leaning back, his left arm was resting on the back of the sofa. 

Also with a smile, the brunette looked back at the younger boy and wiggled her eyebrow, causing Ashtray to roll his eyes playfully before he fell back into the armchair. He watched as Mac made himself comfortable on the couch, sitting cross-legged, the plate of fruit on her lap while she grabbed a piece of apricot and put it in her mouth. When he felt the corners of his mouth about to turn into a smile, he faked clearing his throat and turned his gaze to the television on which Fezco was currently opening Prime Video.

Ashtray was grateful. Grateful that Mackenna was who she was. 

It wasn't like Fezco brought girls home often, in fact it was quite rare, so rare that it had only happened once before Mackenna. Ahstray didn't remember her name, but what he certainly remembered clearly was that she was doing everything she could to get rid of him so she could spend time with Fezco. Ash was less independent at this point than he was now, which is why he looked up to his big brother and enjoyed spending time with him, much to the approval of his girlfriend at the time. Needless to say, he was glad when the two teenagers' getting-to-know-you phase ended very quickly because Fezco noticed what a total bitch the girl was.  

“Hold on, babe…” Fez turned his head away from the TV to look at Mac as she grabbed his upper arm to lean forward and place the plate of sweet fruits on the table. "I have to pee." With these words, the brunette got up somewhat inelegantly from the sofa and made her way to the bathroom. 

"Wash your attitude well." Ash said casually before the girl could leave the living room. Mackenna didn't stop and didn't respond with words to his attempt to tease her, but she didn't miss the chance to show him her most beautiful finger.

—

The three of them were about halfway through 'The Slumber Party Massacre' when the girl with the golden brown curls narrowed her eyes at the screen. 

"Ashtray?"

Lounging comfortably in his armchair, the 14-year-old teen only let out a 'hmm'. He is far too focused on the movie that is playing in front of them. 

"Could it be that you really wanted to watch this movie for a specific reason?" Mac asked, watching Ash with her gaze sharpened so as not to miss his reaction. Fez, who was holding the girl in his arms, watched the whole thing with amusement, he could imagine what Mackenna was getting at. 

"Watcha talkin' about, i suggested this movie 'cause it's sick." Ash muttered without taking his eyes off the television. He knew that if he looked into the bubbly girl's face, his casual mask would have fallen and he would have had to grin. 

The 5'3 girl turned her gaze away from the younger boy and directed it back to the screen, where the four barely clothed protagonists were currently visible. With a grin on her lips, she nodded her head ironically. 

"Yeah like, i really wonder why this movie is one of your favorites." 

All she got in response was a scoff. Of course the women were one reason why he liked watching this masterpiece - they were hot, even though they were many years older than him, but he also liked the plot. 

Girl goes bananas. He thought, although she was actually right in her assumption.  

The brunette left it at that and snuggled closer to Fezco, enjoying the warmth radiating from him. She had to say that the dried fruits actually helped a little with her headache, she could hardly feel the constant pounding and her stomach also thanked her for the food with a with a break from the nausea.

Mackenna looked at Ashtray again for a brief moment. Dressed in a white polo shirt and dark sweatpants, he was half-lying on the old chair, engrossed in the action in front of him, his gold chain flashing with every bright light from the television. Her brown eyes slid to Fezco's lap, which was covered by a pair of gray sweatpants he had put on after their shower together. Gray joggers - a huge turn on for the girl, but that wasn't the reason why she looked at that spot, rather it was her hand playing with his fingers there. A smile crept onto the teen's face as Fez began stroking the skin on her hand. He was so sensitive and gentle towards her, something she wasn't used to. Not in this way anyway.

When Mac thought about it, she hadn't felt as comfortable as she did right now in a very long time. Of course she was grateful to the two boys. Grateful that they enjoyed spending time with her, that they accepted her as she was and even took her in so that she wasn't alone with the withdrawal, but there was more. There was something in the young girl's chest that she couldn't quite define.

It was warm and felt good, a bit like she had found a place she could call home.

A thought that frightened her and yet she didn't want it any other way. It all feels far too right. 

Not wanting to think about it any further, Mac positioned her head on Fezco's chest so that the longest of his three gold chains would no longer press against her temple. He noticed this and chuckled slightly before he started playing with a light brown curl with the hand he was holding the girl with. He was enjoying this evening as much as she was, at least until the doorbell rang and a knock - almost hammering - was heard at the door. 

Ash immediately snapped his head to Fezco, who looked just as puzzled as he was. They weren't expecting a visitor, so they wondered who it could be. Unlike Mac, who also heard the knock, but didn't have the energy to think about who it might be. She was too tired and trusted the two boys to take care of it.

Ash is about to reach for the remote to pause the movie when he sees his older brother shaking his head.

"Nah, i got it." 

– "You sure?"

The Ginger nodded his head this time as he rose from the sofa after Mac took her head from him and sat cross-legged on the brown-ish couch. Both teenagers watched Fezco leave the living room, but quickly focused back on the television when a very high-pitched scream was heard from it. 

Shortly after their second meeting, Ash and Mac realized that they both liked old horror movies and so it was no surprise for the Donahue-girl that she enjoyed the film in which a female high school student's slumber party turned into a bloodbath. Packed with plot twists and surprising deviations from the standard formula, the movie is extremely fun even if it contained a lot of clichés. 

When the teenager-girl heard loud voices that were not those of the women on the television, she frowned. Ash also seemed to notice the screams coming from the hallway, so this time he actually reached for the remote and paused the movie before concentrating on the conversation at the door. 

"Fez, i've had a really fucked-up day all right, that's been a really really fucked-up day okay? So i need you to open the door. Can you open the door please?" 

It didn't take long for Mackenna to figure out that the slightly aggressive voice was Rue's - after all, she knows her best friend like the back of her hand. Out of reflex, she looked at the younger boy, who was already looking at her. They both listened to the conversation for a brief moment before the 16-year-old got up and tiptoed barefoot towards the hallway. 

"Don't Fez... Don't close" – 

Fezco was about to close the second door when he noticed that Rue didn't finish her sentence and her attention fell on something behind him. Holding the white door in his large hand, he looked over his shoulder to find Mackenna with a worried expression on her face. He slumped his shoulders and looked at the floor, taking a deep breath. That's exactly what he didn't want when he opened the door for Rue. The 19-year-old could see how exhausted the girl was and didn't want her to have to deal with all this shit, plus he was worried that Rue might jeopardize Mackenna's withdrawal.

He had tried to brush off the older Bennett-sister, telling her that he wouldn't sell her drugs anymore and that it was best for her not to come over anymore. But Rue didn't want to hear any of this, she longed too much for the next drug rush, a behavior that he knew Mackenna would probably also exhibit as soon as her body no longer knew how to deal with stress and conflict in any other way. 

But Fezco was prepared. He had decided not to give either of them drugs anymore, so he did exactly that, all he had to do was be consistent. 

"Is everything okay?" Mac stopped with a little distance from the door and looked between Fez and her best friend, feeling the negative tension despite her tiredness. 

Before Fez could send her back to the living room, Rue spoke up. "Mac hey...um...please tell him to open the door, okay? Tell him... tell him i can come in." Her dull eyes met Mac, who was standing in front of her in her pink victoria secrets pajamas. She was her only and greatest hope, if Fezco would listen to anyone, it would be the girl who already had him wrapped around her pretty little finger. At least that's what Rue believed, but in reality Fezco wouldn't open the door under any circumstances.

Mac, not quite understanding why Fezco wouldn't let Rue in, frowned. "Can someone please explain to me what's going on here?" 

– "No, just go back to the living room!" Mac jumped slightly as Fez's stern voice told her what to do. The Ginger was sorry when he noticed how frightened the girl was by his commanding tone, but he was stressed. He only had one goal at that moment and that was to get Rue away from Mackenna. "Rue was just about to leave anyway." He added, more gently this time.

"No no no no no no wait... Please wait a sec." Not only could you see how nervous Rue was, you could also hear it in her voice. "Do you remember when we broke into our school's football field after dark to get high?" Her pleading eyes met Mackenna's. "We laid down and watched the fucking stars... and and and suddenly everything spins and we swore that's it, that we were going to call off the planet, but we didn't and then we laughed our asses off... " –

Mackenna didn't have to think for long, of course she remembered that night, it was one of her favorite memories with Rue, but what she didn't understand was why she came up with this story out of nowhere. She looked at her best friend confused, but nodded her head slightly, which made Rue continue talking excitedly.

"Okay yeah, remember what it felt like, alright? The drug, the cocaine made you feel good, right? We were happy and... "–

That's where Fezco cut into Rue's monologue. From the beginning he didn't like the direction her words were going.

"Nah, for real Rue, don't talk to her." 

The Donahue girl could do nothing but stand there speechless as she tried to process the scene before her. 

"What? First you don't want to sell me any more drugs and then you also want to take my best friend away from me?" A humorless laugh escaped Rue. "Fuck you Fez and open the fucking door!" 

– "Just go home." With that, Fezco finally closed the door and leaned his back against it while Rue banged on the gate from outside. Her voice echoed in the background as he raised his head and looked at Mackenna. The girl looked torn and he could understand that. On one side was her best friend begging her to get him to open the door to give her drugs - something she also craved at the moment, and on the other side was him denying them drugs to help them. He could only imagine how difficult this must be for Mackenna, especially because Rue's pleading could still be heard from outside. 

"I'm begging you, just open the door." 

It almost broke Mac's heart to hear her best friend for so many years - with whom she had endured so much - pleading like that. And not only that, the memory of past times, times when they were high like a freaking kite, triggered Mackenna's addiction enormously. Up to this point she had been well distracted thanks to Ashtray's suggestion of a movie night, but now she really wanted a trip to Wonderland. The teenager knew she wouldn't be able to get cocaine - let alone other hard drugs - from the man in front of her, and unlike the voice in her head demanding the white powder, Mac wanted to continue the withdrawal. She wanted to be stronger than the addiction. That was why she took the few steps towards Fezco and leaned her head against his chest, that and the fact that he looked as torn up as she felt. Her arms wrapped around his torso as Mac tried to concentrate on his heartbeat, which was difficult since Rue  was making a ruckus in the background.

"FEZ!" Her tone not only grew louder, but also angrier as another pounding was heard as Rue hit the gate with her fist. "You full of shit, man! You know you make your living of selling drugs to Teenagers and now all of a sudden you want to have a fucking Moral high ground? Are you doing this because of Mac? Because your dysfunctional brain thinks there could be something real going on between you?" 

If there was one thing the Donahue-girl couldn't handle, it was when people insulted people she cared about in some way or antoher. This was one thing that made Mackenna see red, so after Rue finished her sentence, Mac instinctively reached for the door handle to open it and put Rue in her place. She didn't think at that moment that Rue was only acting like that because she wanted drugs and couldn't get them. She didn't care that she could probably understand it if she thought about it, and she also didn't care at that moment that Rue was her best friend for many years. In Mac's blind rage, all she heard was her literally calling Fezco a brainless 

Idiot. 

It was lucky for Rue that Fezco reacted quickly and put his hand on Mac's to stop her from opening the door. With his other hand he gripped her hip a little tighter, which made her look at him. A shake of the head told her that he didn't want her to go outside, so the girl tried to relax in his arms. 

He didn't like what Rue was saying, especially that she involved Mackenna in all this. It was clear to him why Rue reacted the way she did, after all, as a drug dealer he had experience with such behavior. It was more common than you would think for customers to have no money to pay for their stuff and still insist on getting drugs. They reacted in a similar way to Rue, less personal, but similar.

"Well, I'll tell you something, Mac doesn't give a shit about you! All she cares about is cocaine and catching the next dick! You wanna know why?" A humorless snort escaped Rue. "Because she's a fucking whore!" 

This was the moment when Fezco himself would have liked to open the door to get Rue's addicted ass away from his door so that neither he nor Mackenna would have to hear her screams anymore, but he controlled his anger and instead placed his hand on the back of Mac's head, to comfort her because he felt how the girl tensed up in his arms after those dirty words left Rue's mouth. He was sorry for her, it wasn't Mac's fault that he decided to stop selling drugs to Rue.

Besides, her words hurt him as well. The older Bennett-Sister was a friend of his and hearing her say things like that did something to him. Just because he understood where Rue was coming from doesn't mean that her words left him cold, because the exact opposite was the case, but Fez was more worried about Mac. She was his priority at that moment. 

Mac, on the other hand, didn't know what to think, it was so much that she felt. So many emotions literally flooded her body; anger, disappointment, confusion, bewilderment...

"Rue man, that's enough." 

– "No no no no! You have to understand that Mac ain't worth shit, maybe you just fucked her minutes ago but before that she kissed Maddy like there was no fucking tomorrow! Whore's can't love so fuck her and open the fucking door!" 

The Donahue-girl closed er heavy eyes. She was already exhausted from the cocaine withdrawal that was weakening her body. Rue's freak out did the rest. She thanked the man in front of her so much for holding her, for being there for her, because otherwise she would probably lash out at Rue and that was something she probably wouldn't forgive herself for. 

Rue didn't give a fuck about how Mac and Fezco felt, all she wanted was something to numb her negative feelings and since that was denied to her, she had no choice but to let her anger and aggression run wild. In her eyes she did nothing wrong, it was Fezco and Mackenna who did her wrong. Fez because he didn't want to sell her drugs anymore and Mackenna because she was the reason for it. Before he met Mac, he didn't care about any of this ridiculous morals. 

When Rue received no further response, not even a reaction from the two people behind the door, she hit the bars with both hands, but this time it was louder and more aggressive, just like her voice.

"OPEN THE DOOR!" 

Again no reaction.

"Fuck you." She spat with poison in her voice. "Fuck you, Fez okay? If you would care about me or Mac, you wouldn't do this to us. Mac looks like a motherfucking train wreck, is that what you want? Don’t you want her to be happy?" 

That's exactly why I do it. Fez thought as he took a deep breath and held Mac close, holding on to her. He knew what Rue was trying to do, but manipulating him like that didn't work. 

"No, you know what? If you gave a shit about me you wouldn't solve me the fucking drugs in the first place." The tremor in Rue's voice became stronger and despite the circumstances, it hurt both Fez and Mac to hear Rue so desperate. "But you did! You fucking did! So open the goddamn door!" 

This time Mac jumped as there was another hard slam from Rue banging on the door, causing the older boy to lower his head to press his lips to Mackenna's curls. 

"Open the door!" 

–"I can't do this, Rue. I'm sorry." 

"Open the door! Open the door! Open the door! Open the door!" 

Mac's acrylic nails dug into the fabric of Fezco's shirt as she squeezed her eyes shut. The teenage girl wasn't easy to make cry - she just wasn't like that - but hearing her best friend so broken brought tears to her eyes. All she heard in her head as she heard Rue's pleading to open the door for her was; Make her stop! Make her stop! Make her stop! MAKE HER STOP! 

"You did this to me!" Rue whimpered weakly, as if she were at her wits' end. "You did this to Mac!" She added almost in a whisper. 

Ten words that stabbed Fezco right in his heart because he knew she was right. Without him, neither Rue nor Mac would be in this situation. 

Maybe he should stay away from both of them.

Maybe both of them would be better off without him. 

Maybe he should not only send Rue away, but also the girl in his arms.

Maybe it would be better if they didn't see each other anymore.

As he thought about what would probably be best for Rue and Mac, he felt a hand cup his cheek. His clouded eyes freckled with obsidian met Mac's as she pulled away from his embrace to look up at him.

"Don't listen to her. None of this is your fault."   

Fezco didn't know what it was - maybe Mackenna's loving gaze she gave him or her words that actually managed to block out Rue's accusations that he had ruined her life, but he believed her.

It means so much to him that Mackenna didn't blame him for her addiction because it made it clear that Rue was only saying these things to hurt him. 

Yes, he was the one who sold her drugs and he now regrets it, but it was Rue who decided to take them in the first place. As evasive as it may sound, he was just doing his job to keep Ashtray, his grandma and himself afloat.

But that was over now, at least when it came to Rue and Mac. The Ginger didn't need their money anymore plus he refused watching a friend to overdose let alone losing one of them to drugs. 

Grateful to have met the brunette before him, he brushed a curl of Mac's hair away from her face before leaning down and capturing her lips

Not selling them stuff anymore was the right thing to do, and if it meant that Rue would hate him, then he'd accept it.

Anger in itself is a really disgusting feeling, but the anger you feel while you are unable to satisfy your addiction is different. This kind of anger is like on another level.

At first you don't care about anything, you don't care what you say and which feelings you potentially hurt. It's like selfishness takes over your body.

Not the good egoism that makes you think about yourself instead of always making sure to do what would be good for others.

Nah, not that kind of egoism but uh... like the in - this - story - I - am - the - poet - You're - the - poetry - kind.

But then you realize what you've done.

That's the worst shit ever.

Realizing that I had treated the two people who prolly mean the most to me like trash made me feel like a very ugly monster.

I know it's fucked up and I also know that I went way over the top that evening, but it happened, so there was nothing I could do about it.

I mean, yeah... I could have apologized, but I had already caused the damage with my words that night anyway.

Bright moonlight shone through the small gaps in the blinds and enveloped the relatively small room in a calming atmosphere. Fezco could only imagine that the rest of the sky was sparkling with stars and even briefly considered putting on sweatpants over his red checkered lower east boxers to sit outside on the steps and smoke a joint.

He reached next to him, grabbed his phone from the bedside table and lit up the screen with a push of a button.

1:52 AM.

With a sigh, the phone fell onto the blanket as Fez turned to the sleeping person next to him. He, Mac and Ashtray finished watching the movie and then got ready for bed. Around 11 p.m. the two of them were under the covers and it didn't take long for the girl to fall asleep. Fez could understand that after what she just went through. The withdrawal took all of her Energy and to make matters worse, Rue had to pull such a bum trip.

The Ginger shook his head imperceptibly. What he could absolutely understand was that Rue was saying all this shit to him, after all, he was her pusher from the beginning and as far as he knew - and hoped - there was no dealer other than him in East Highland, but he couldn't understand that she was throwing statements like 'she's a whore' at Mac - her best friend since childhood.

He simply found it unfair. Mac wasn't to blame for any decisions he made.

Fez's blue eyes slid over Mackenna's figure and how she lay on her stomach under the colorful blanket. A grin crept onto his lips as he remembered how the teenage girl told him on their first night together that she always tried to fall asleep on her stomach because she had once read that one had more erotic dreams in that position. His casual answer was that he believed he could better help her have wet dreams before giving her one orgasm after another with his fingers. He remembered her moaning his name and then screaming the five letters as she reached her climax. That moment, he felt like he was the only person who could make Mac feel good.

He probably had to admit to himself that that was most likely not the case after hearing Rue's words, or why else was she smooching around with Maddy after he give her head on the night before.

With a frown, Fez thought about how it would feel for him to make out with another girl, only to quickly shake his head to clear the thought. It was not only unimaginable for him, but also uncomfortable, because for Fezco this was more than just sexual tension between them. It was way beyond making out just for fun and satisfaction.

After that night, I didn't see Mac for a few days - three to be exact. I could say that my first thought was that she was staying home from school 'cause our differences were bothering her so much, that she couldn't even get out of bed but it would be bullshit. I knew Mackenna Donahue better than that. This Motherfucker was not afraid of confrontation, so I knew it was 'cause of her withdrawal that she didn't show up in class.

I'm not saying I wasn't happy for her, bottom line I was, but I missed my best friend and I was scared shitless that sober Mac didn't want anything to do with me anymore - that she didn't need me anymore.

'Cause I will always need her.