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Mariah ̶G̶a̶r̶c̶i̶a̶ ̶ O'Neill wasn't a junkie whore.

But, you know the saying New Year New Me?

Okay, let's say that you were in your boyfriend's car, waiting for him on the last night of the year, when all of a sudden you're pulled out the car and dragged out the window by some men you don't know.

You were dragged up into an apartment located in the complex that your boyfriend was parked outside of, along with these two junkies who are both your best friends, and thrown against a wall with your boyfriend and his little brother.

But I forgot to mention that your boyfriend's a drug dealer, and his little brother, aka his business partner, straight up murdered their supplier earlier this month, and they've been in desperate search of a new one.

Good news!–they found one, they got a hook up from their old supplier's partner. Thanks so much Custer, don't know what we'd do without you!

Anyways, any guesses who the supplier could be?

I didn't guess right either my first time around. It's some lady named Laurie, and guess what–you were dragged into her apartment!

Now you have a shit ton of guns pointed at you by the scary looking guys that dragged you in here, and you're being told to strip naked to make sure you're not no undercover cop.

And after you stripped naked, your mind sorta went blank. Like you didn't know what the fuck was going on, completely like, blacked out in a way and couldn't process anything that was happening. It didn't feel real.

That's what opioids did to you.

Mariah wasn't a junkie whore.

But when Rue Bennett offered her a quick line while Mariah did her makeup for the night, they gave each other a side eye smirk and both giggled when Mariah accepted the offer, shooting up from her spot on the floor to join Rue on her bed.

It was just for funsies and just because it was gonna be a new year, so fuck it, right?

A one time thing?

"Wait, you should probably close the door," Rue whispered in Mariah's ear, pointing at the bedroom door of Fezco and Mariah's room.

She knew that if Fezco walked in and saw what was going on, he'll probably get all in his bitch mood like when he took them to see the Grinch last week.

Mariah glanced back at the door over her shoulder, smiling before she got off the bed and went to close the door, giggling to herself.

"Me and Rue are gonna change I'm closing the doorrrrr! Don't come in the room!" Mariah announced to the two boys in the house.

"Or we'll kick your balls!" Rue added as Mariah swung the door closed carefully, laughing their asses off.

Mariah walked back to the bed and plopped down across from Rue, knees almost touching as Rue sorted out a line on one of Mariah's blush palettes.

"Ewww Rue, really? On my makeup?"

Rue ignored, looking up at Mariah with a smirk as she held up the palette.

"Have you ever like, done a line?" Rue asked her.

"Yeah, in like, my little expiremental phase in high school," Mariah shrugged off with a laugh.

"That's hot. Okay, go for it babe," Rue cheesed, still somewhat steadily holding the palette up to Mariah's nose. "To the New Year!"

"To the New Yearrrrrr," Mariah repeated before she did the one line, the sound of Rue's cheers right after making her laugh a little.

That one line took forever to kick in. Rue had her head in the clouds all while Mariah finished getting ready and throughout the whole trip to Laurie's.

It didn't hit Mariah until the second Faye shot up in the backseat of the car while they waited for the drug dealers to return, the same second that she and the two other junkies were dragged out of the car door windows.

And you're probably wondering why I started the chapter off with a little brief rundown of what happened in the first half of New Year's Eve.

That was all that went through Mariah's head as she walked out of Laurie's apartment, snapping back into reality when her boyfriend protectively placed his arm around her and pulled her to cling to him as they made their way back down to his car.

Ashtray walked in front of them, the duffel bag full of drugs that they successfully acquired from their new supplier Laurie. He glanced back at Mariah as they rushed out, brows furrowed in slight disappointment and slight concern as he looked her up and down before he looked into her eyes.

Fezco gave his girlfriend's forehead a quick kiss before holding her hand as they walked down some stairs, mumbling for Rue to hurry up as she followed behind them.

"I'm hurrying!" Rue scoffed, picking her pace up to match Mariah's and push Fezco's arm off her to hug Mariah herself, rapping what she recited of the Tupac song she half rapped earlier in the car.

Fezco sighed, slightly annoyed with Rue for the night, and allowed the girls to walk in front of him as they neared his car.

The ride to Virgil's New Year's Eve party was filled with the low hum of the old school rap song Fezco had playing, which was overlapped by Rue's nonstop chatter.

Fezco and Ashtray, both tense from the drug deal and the way everything went down, were fed up with Rue, while Mariah was high out of her mind without even realizing it.

So to sum it up–Rue was the only one talking in that car.

Fezco glanced at Mariah through his rear view mirror as he drove, furrowing his eyebrows when Rue continuously shouted that that was the sickest shit she'd ever seen and that the drug dealer lady was the biggest G she'd ever met.

"Aye why you actin like that shit was fun, Rue?" Fezco finally spoke, raising his voice with every word he said. "For real, you pissin me off!"

Ashtray smiled a little at that one, it took a lot to piss Fezco off, while Mariah snapped out of the trance she was in to look at Fezco. It really did take a lot to piss her man off.

"Actin dumb as fuck right now," Fezco continued ranting. "Goddamn, all smiling and laughin and shit. You know, half of that shit was your fault, too."

He switched his gaze from the street he drove on, to Rue with her pursed lips and raised eyebrows at being yelled at, to Mariah who squinted her eyes at Fezco with a semi amused expression.

"Fucking around, actin stupid," Fezco scoffed, locking eyes with his girlfriend.

"Sorry!" Rue tried not to laugh. "I'm j–I'm just saying, serious question; how many female drug dealers do you know?"

Fezco bit the inside of his cheek, squinting hard at the street in front of him.

"Good ones?"

"Yes," Rue nodded.

Fezco tilted his head, his grandma Kitty being his first thought.

"One," He answered, earning a side eye from Ashtray.

Rue nodded, clapping her hands. "Case in point. I know what the fuck I'm saying. Shit's gotta change–with me and Mariah!"

Fezco let out a huff of amusement as Rue went onto now ramble about how if Fezco got them started, she and Mariah could be a bad ass female drug dealing duo.

"Yeah fucking right, you'd snort all your supply," Ashtray scoffed at Rue, making Fezco stiffle a laugh.

Rue scoffed back, "Okay and my girl would help me!"

Mariah and Rue shared a look before they busted out laughing, while Ashtray dropped the shit eating smirk on his face after his joke.

Fezco tsked, letting out a fake laugh, "Yeah right, Rue. My girl ain't ever touch none of that shit, is all gon be you."

The two girls just laughed while Ashtray leaned his head back up against his headrest, slowly turning his head to look back at Mariah, who sat diagonally behind him.

She smiled at him as her laughter died down, blowing him a little kiss as she usually did before flipping him off.

Ashtray couldn't help but smile, sneakily flipping her off back so Fezco wouldn't see and trying to ignore the bad feeling in his gut.

The worst feeling.

The house party was packed when the group arrived, all parting their separate ways the second Fezco was parked out on the huge driveway.

Rue told Mariah she'd find her later before nodding at Fezco and wandering off in her own world, while Ashtray headed out by the pool with his share of drugs to sell for the night, and Mariah and Fezco stayed still by the car for a moment.

"They ditched us," Mariah said with a small laugh.

"S'all good, we aight jus you and me," Fezco told her, sneaking his arm around her waist and pulling her into a side hug as he leaned on his car. "You all good?"

"Yeah, why?" Mariah looked up at him, meeting his eyes since he was already staring at her.

Fezco shrugged, "Iono. I mean, this don't look like the right place for it but I'm tryna talk about earlier. I'm sorry as fuck for that shit, ma. For real, don't know what the fuck I was even thinking taking you and Rue wit us."

"Ohmigosh noooo babe, stop. It's okay, don't apologize!" Mariah shook her head and grabbed his face in her hands. "Literally we're all good and everything's good. It's gonna be a good night."

Fezco gave her a weird look, "You high."

Mariah giggled, "Yeah, I am. But I'm serious too though, like, everybody's good. And I look good too, you didn't compliment me enough earlier."

"Yeah?" Fezco cracked a smile, shaking his head. "Ima take those edibles I got you before yo ass get addicted or sum, for real. And I'm sorry pretty mama, was jus distracted with all that shit."

Mariah rolled her eyes at the edibles part, since she had asked him to buy her Sour Patch edibles and she'd been getting high off them ever since. But that wasn't it tonight.

Fezco got up off his car and began slowly walking up towards the house, bringing Mariah along under his arm before dropping it to rest on her ass, softly pushing her to walk a little ahead of him.

"Didn't even get a chance to look at you ma, but shit I'm lookin now," Fezco continued.

"Do you like it?" Mariah asked in a hopeful tone, excited to hear the response she already knew was coming.

"Nah I love it mane, come on now. You beautiful as fuck, mama," Fezco hyped her up, catching up with her and pressing a quick little kiss on the top of her head. "Prettiest girl in the galaxy."

"The galaxy?" Mariah let out a laugh at him being extra, poking his side. "I love you."

Fezco shook his head at the sad voice her high ass said that with, "I know, ma, I love you too. Don't get all high sad on me, issa good night, remember?"

"Oh yeah," Mariah remembered, laughing. "You wanna drink?"

"You drinking jus a lil, aight? We not getting too fucked up, I got business later," Fezco mumbled in her ear.

"What business?" Mariah whispered back, making him smile.

"None of yo concern, c'mon, get inside," Fezco nodded at the door they approached, dropping his arm from around her to hold her hand so he wouldn't lose her.

He walked towards the drinks, saying wassup to a few people who called out for him as he made his way through the party. He got himself and his girl a drink real quick, rolling his eyes as Mariah counted 8 ice cubes exact to put in each blue solo cup.

She was so extra and when she was high it was like she has OCD. Everything had to be perfect.

"I've never seen blue cups at parties before, it's always typically like red. Have you noticed that? Like in movies and in music videos and shit," Mariah rambled to Fezco as she dropped the final ice cube into her cup.

"Yeah you right," Fezco nodded in agreement with the realization, staring up at the blue solo cup that he shook, the 8 ice cubes rattling around inside.

"Okayyyy what do we want?" Mariah asked him, reaching for a strawberryrita buzzball for herself.

Fezco laughed as she held it out for him to open for her, since she loved her current set of nails too much to even chip the polish cracking open a can.

Mariah smiled as he poured the alcohol into the cup for her, then grabbed some Hennessey for himself and poured it into his own cup. Mariah liked being extra and pouring her drinks into cups, she said it gave the typical movie house party drinking out of cups and she liked that feeling.

Once they both had their first drink of the night in hand, Fezco grabbed his girlfriend's hand and began to search around for a place to sit for the rest of the night.

Mariah knew Fezco didn't come to parties to party, he came to parties to sell. Which meant he'd station himself in one spot for the whole night, catering to his regulars and also new people he was introduced to by people he already knew and sold to.

While sometimes she loved a good party, and she loved to get high and drunk and all fucked up and she loved to dance at parties to loud ass music, Mariah didn't mind accompanying her man while he sold for the night.

Well, she didn't really have much of a choice because Fezco refused to leave her alone for the whole night at a party, only allowing her to get up and wander off by herself if it was to grab them both new drinks–which she always volunteered to, otherwise he'd do it himself–and it was also only if he could see her the entire time she was away from him.

It wasn't because he didn't trust her or anything. Fezco trusted Mariah with his life.

But he didn't trust anyone else.

And Fezco felt as if it were his main job to keep his girl safe and sound, so he wasn't ever fucking around about Mariah.

Mariah happily plopped down on the one and only empty sofa in the house, fixing her skirt as Fezco sat besides her, sighing in relief after finally finding somewhere to sit.

Fezco stared at his girlfriend as her eyes darted around the room, wondering why she was being so quiet. I mean, she hadn't been completely silent or anything, but Mariah usually spoke way more than this.

They had Mike Sherm playing on the speakers and she wasn't even high-rapping along to the lyrics of Side N***** Anthem, really getting into character because when Mike Sherm was on, Mariah identified as a man who ain't shit.

But Mariah was so high that Mike Sherm's voice sorta echoed, so she couldn't really understand which lyrics to start singing to once she recognized the beat. She was trippen but she didn't wanna let that stop her from having fun.

It was almost like she read his mind when she turned her head to glance at her man, who was already staring at her, somehow the song becoming understandable once they locked eyes.

Mariah smiled at him, "Why I fuck yo bitch? Iono, just because, you can take my number out her phone, she a buss."

Fezco just squinted at her, sorta laughing because it was almost like she read his mind, watching her stand up for a second before she softly plopped herself down on his lap, the hand that didn't hold his drink resting itself on her hip.

"Say she love me, I say bitch is you on drugs? Say you wanna kiss, nah bitch, maybe a hug," Mariah continued singing, wrapping her arms around his neck in a little hug while taking a quick sip of her drink.

Fezco lightly laughed at her antics, licking his lips as he felt her leaning into his body. He watched as she cupped his chin in her empty hand, still singing along with Mike Sherm before she gave him a quick kiss.

"Nah, I told you not to kiss me when you singing Mike Sherm, be making me feel like yo bitch and shit," Fezco shook his head at her.

Mariah scoffed, just as the song faded out into Thot Shit by Megan Thee Stallion. She gave Fezco a look and smirked a little, scooting closer to the center of his lap.

He gave her a once over as she pretended to get comfortable on his lap, purposely rubbing her ass on the imprint of dick. His dick had been on and off hard ever since he watched her let Rue into the house earlier, wearing only a Nas t shirt that belonged to him and a pair of red panties since she had just gotten out of the shower.

Fezco was at the table counting the money for what he hoped would be a successful drug deal with Laurie when Rue banged on the screen door for someone to let her in, which Mariah somehow heard over the reggaeton music she had playing at full volume on her phone.

She took advantage of the fact that Ashtray was in the shower next, which gave her the freedom to just simply walk out of the room in just the t shirt and panties, the red fabric contrasting the skin on her legs catching Fezco's attention.

She claimed that her mom always said that wearing red panties on New Year's Eve would bring you love in the New Year. Mariah already had love, but she explained to Fezco that she wanted to keep it that way, therefore she was wearing red panties.

And he was wearing red boxers, just to show her that he wanted the same thing.

Anyways, Fezco loved when she wore his shirts, especially when she wore nothing but his shirts, causing his eyes to burn into her body as he intensely stared, watching her every move.

He felt his jeans tighten, breaking his gaze away from her as he muttered a fuck under his breath to get back to work.

They went like four rounds last night just so that tonight he could have focused on his re up and getting back in the game and getting his business done. But of course, he could never get enough of his girl.

And for what felt like the hundredth time that day, he felt his jeans tighten again, his dick hard under the fabric, which Mariah could definitely feel.

"You good?" She asked with a teasing tone, smiling a little as she scratched her nails along his head and locked eyes with him.

Fezco broke the eye contact as one of his regulars approached him, greeting him before giving Mariah a quick look and turning back to his customer.

Mariah just rolled her eyes, attempting to scoot off his dick just to fuck with him, but failing when he held onto her and kept her in her place, reaching into the pocket of his jeans at once as he spoke to his customer.

It felt like Fezco and the kid he was selling to were talking forever, Mariah growing annoyed with the fact that she no longer had Fezco's attention. So she decided to down her buzzball in one sip, then placed her empty cup on the coffee table that Fezco had his leg propped up on while he handed a bag of molly to his customer.

He side eyed Mariah as she fixed her hair, looking around for a quick minute as she pressed her lips together, the taste of her buzzball lingering in her mouth.

"I kinda want a lime one now," Mariah thought out loud as Fezco dapped up his customer, who then walked off, leaving them alone again. "And I have to pee. Come with me?"

50% of the time that Mariah had to pee at parties, she actually had to pee. The other 50% of the time, her panties were damp due to feeling her man's dick pressing up against her and it was like she couldn't contain her desire to fuck him.

Fezco never knew which 50% he was getting, but either way, he always always accompanied his girl to the bathroom.

Fezco looked at her for a second before patting her back so she'd get up off him, "Of course, mama."

Mariah shot up off his lap, rather excited as she took a few steps to give him room to stand up, but stumbling a little, Fezco acting quick to grab her. He knew how quickly fucked up she got when she was high and in the process of getting drunk.

"See what happen when you chug yo shit like that?" Fezco playfully scolded her, but he wasn't really joking. He expected her to have taken little sips after telling her she couldn't get too turnt since he had business. "You good?"

"I'm literally fineeeeee, we're good," Mariah giggled, holding onto his hand as they walked around in search for a bathroom. "Can I have a kiss?"

Fezco glanced down at his girl as he pushed her to walk in front of him, leaning down to press his lips onto hers in a quick kiss.

After asking around, they were directed into a dimly lit hallway, with a door that led to a bathroom. There was already a girl who seemed to be in line, head rested along the wall with her arms crossed.

"Nate hurry up or I'm gonna tell everyone you're taking a shit at a party!"

Mariah recognized that voice, and soon recognized that face once it looked at her.

Maddy Perez stood beside the doorframe of the bathroom, staring at Mariah as she and a man that Maddy didn't even bother looking at joined her in line.

The last time they had seen each other was at the cute local boba shop that they both love, and the last time before that was when Mariah witnessed Nate choking Maddy at the carnival:

Fezco lit up a blunt as Mariah leaned into his body, resting his arm around her shoulders while she maintained eye contact with Maddy.

Though their friendship was cut extremely short, they never unfollowed each other on Instagram, so despite the reason why they were no longer friends, it felt as if they were just seeing someone they followed in person for the first time.

"Hey," Maddy decided to speak first, looking Mariah up and down.

"Hey," Mariah said back, making Fezco look down at her before he glanced at Maddy to see who his girl was talking to.

"I like your dress," Maddy complimented.

Mariah smiled, "Thanks my boyfriend bought it for me." She reached up to cup Fezco's face in her hand, making Maddy look up to see Fezco.

"Oh shit, you're Fez's girlfriend?" Maddy asked, slightly surprised that Fezco had a girlfriend.

"Sup Maddy," Fezco mumbled with a half nod before glancing down at his girl and taking a hit from his blunt.

"Girl you're dating a drug dealer?" Maddy whispered to Mariah, low enough for only her to hear.

Mariah raised an eyebrow at Maddy, "You really wanna talk about my man?"

Maddy just rolled her eyes, "Shut up...me and Nate broke up. Like, for real this time."

"This time?" Mariah asked her, which led Maddy to give her a rundown of her and Nate's relationship.

Maddy somehow managed to tell Mariah everything in the span of 3 minutes, no interruptions as Mariah intently listened, along with Fezco who eavesdropped. Well, it wasn't really eavesdropping since he was right there, was it?

"And then at the Winter Formal, I told him I didn't like the way he made me feel and that it's not good for us, and all he said was I know," Maddy scoffed. "I haven't talked to him since that night, and now he's taking a shit in the bathroom."

As if on cue, the doorknob rattled and the door to the bathroon opened, Nate Jacobs stepping out. His eyes fell onto Maddy first before they drifted onto Mariah, and then onto Fezco, who was already looking at him, pushing himself up off where he leaned on the wall.

"Finally, ugh! Wait–did you not wash your hands?" Maddy asked Nate.

Nate cleared his throat as he broke eye contact with Fezco, looking at Maddy again.

"What the fuck are you talking about, Maddy?"

Maddy scoffed in disgust as she teased him, "I can't believe you took a shit at a party, and you didn't wash your hands."

Mariah and Fezco exchanged looks upon being in Nate's presence, the last time Fezco had seen him, he threatened him and then got his house raided, which led to their break up.

Nate nervously looked over at Mariah and Fezco again before glancing down at Maddy, "Yo, can we talk somewhere in private?"

"No, I have to fucking pee. Move," Maddy shoved him out of the way and hurried into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her, leaving Nate to quickly walk along after a quick worried glance at the door.

The couple watched as he did, leaving them to look at one other once he was out of their sight.

"What?" Fezco asked Mariah after a while of her staring at him, hitting his blunt.

Mariah smirked, letting out a little giggle. "I don't actually have to pee."

Fezco raised an eyebrow, looking her up and down. "Word?" He asked, blwoing the smoke from his hit out his mouth.

"Word," Mariah confirmed, eyes low and seductive.

Fezco let out a little huff of amusement, shaking his head a little before Mariah caught him off guard, pulling him into a kiss. He discreetly cupped one of her titties in his hand as he kissed her back, holding his drink and his blunt in one hand while he dropped his arm to rest around her.

Mariah moaned into his mouth as she kissed him, pulling him closer once placing her hand on his neck to deepen the kiss.

It was only when they heard the toilet flush and the sink water running that they pulled away, Mariah smiling at her lip liner smudged on her man's skin.

"Sorry," She whispered, trying to clean it off with her thumbs.

"For?" Fezco brushed off with a shake of his head, clearing his throat as he adjusted his jeans so his erection wouldn't draw any attention.

Mariah just smiled and shook her head as the bathroom door swung open, the click of Maddy's heels on the floor becoming audible as she stepped out.

"BTW there's no toilet paper," Maddy let them know as she walked out into the hall. "I'll find you later."

"Okay," Mariah smiled, which Maddy returned before she walked down the hall, leaving Mariah to grab Fezco's hand and drag him into the bathroom with her.

Fezco put his blunt out on the counter and set his drink down next to it as he closed the bathroom door with his other hand, watching Mariah check herself out in front of the mirror.

He extended his arm out for her as he locked the door, pulling her into his body and pressing himself up against her while they kissed.

Fezco rubbed his hands along her side, squeezing her ass every once in a while as they made out before he snuck his hand under her skirt, pulling the skirt to bunch up around her hips. He hooked his finger onto her panties and moved them aside, wasting no time in smoothing that same finger up and down her folds.

"Shit," He mumbled as they listened to the sounds her pussy made when he played with it, rubbing his thumb on her clit.

Fezco got goosebumps as she moaned into his ear, giving him the cue to insert two fingers into her, slowly moving them in and out as he helped her up to sit on the counter.

Mariah placed a hand on her boob while she wrapped her other arm around Fezco's shoulders as he fingered her, his free hand rested on one of her thighs to keep them open for him.

"You so pretty, mama," Fezco told her, pressing a few kisses all over her face.

Mariah's heart swelled, fighting the urge to start crying because she loved him so much.

She loved him too much. To the point where she knew she probably could not live without him.

And she never understood the whole concept of crying because you love someone so much, but she understood the action because sometimes you have zero control over your emotions. And that's what it was towards Fezco.

She loved him more and more everyday, and she wasn't complaining about it whatsoever, but she couldn't control what she felt for him.

She loved Fezco a lot. And she'd always known that, but this night she was really realizing how much she truly loved him.

If Mariah's New Year's Eve started off at a drug deal with any other guy, and involved stripping naked in front of a bunch of men and having guns in your face, she probably wouldn't have thought twice about leaving his ass. Fuck that, right?

But this wasn't any other guy, this was Fezco.

Mariah loved him more than anything, and nothing was ever gonna change that.

She just hoped and prayed that it was the same on his end.

After using the bathroom, Mariah and Fezco walked back out into the hallway, where there was a line of new people waiting for their turn to enter the bathroom.

Mariah held back some giggles, because she knew that everyone in line knew why her and her man took so long in that bathroom, glancing over her shoulder to look at him as he guided her through the crowd, making their way back into the party.

"I want a Mike's," Mariah thought out loud after seeing a few people pass them, all holding a can of Mike's Hard Lemonade.

"What I tell you?" Fezco asked her.

She rolled her eyes, "Babe, I'm like, totally fine. I literally drank one little tiny buzzball, I can keep drinking."

"Nah, you know how you get when you faded too, mama."

"Soooo? You always take care of me anyways. Do you not want to anymore? If you hate me just say that, honestly," Mariah scoffed, letting go of his hand that she had been holding.

Fezco kissed his teeth, "Nah, c'mon now, ma. I could never hate you, I love you."

Mariah raised an eyebrow at him, making him smile.

"C'mon, let's go get you that nasty ass Mike's. I gotta get back to work," Fezco nudged her so she'd move towards the coolers, giving in. "Slow sips though, aight?"

"Aight," Mariah agreed before blowing him a quick kiss. "You know I loveeeee youuu right?"

Fezco nodded, smiling a little, "Yeah, I know, beautiful. I love you more."

Mariah smiled to herself, allowing him to take her hand to drag her along to the coolers to grab her drink. She stared at Fezco the entire time, so in awe with him as he spoke to her.

She smiled at the way he smiled as he talked, glancing at her every once in a while.

It wasn't until his smile dropped that Mariah looked away from him, only moving her eyes to follow Fezco's gaze, Nate Jacobs coming into view.

It felt like forever that Fezco just stared at Nate, but it was really only a few seconds before he grabbed the drink for Mariah and then grabbed her hand again, leading the way back to the sofa they were previously sitting on.

Only now, it wasn't empty like it was before.

Fezco didn't even notice the new occupant as he and his girl sat down, cracking open the can of hard lemonade for Mariah since she couldn't due to her nails, then went onto light one of the blunts he had stuck in his pocket before leaving the house earlier.

It wasn't until Fezco felt the person seemingly scoot closer that he noticed, side eyeing them for a second before motioning for Mariah to scoot a little towards the edge while handing her the opened can.

Mariah was on the edge of the couch, hip against the arm rest, making her glance at the girl on the opposite side of her man and then at the distance between the two.

"Hey, can you like, scoot over?" Mariah asked the girl sat on the other side of Fezco. "You're like right in the middle."

The girl looked at her from staring up at the ceiling, which she had been doing to avoid looking at Fezco.

"Oh I'm so sorry," She awkwardly laughed and scooted away.

Despite being highly intoxicated, Mariah recognized the girl with the ribbon in her hair as Rue's friend, Alexa or something like that?

She remembered her from when Rue showed up to the store in a detective outfit, buying as many Redbulls as she could fit into her arms, then proceeding to interrogate Mariah about what her part in the whole Maddy/Nate/Danny abuse case was back in October.

"Girl it's okayyyy," Mariah disregarded, taking the first sip of her drink as she stared at the girl. "You're Rue's friend, right?"

Mariah making conversation sparked Fezco's attention, looking up from his blunt to look at Mariah and the girl as he took the first hit.

"Yeah, since like, pre school," The girl explained, then made a face and awkwardly laughed. "Sorry, I don't know why I said that."

"S'cool. You met where you met," Fezco mumbled.

She looked at him, unknowningly staring as he smoked his blunt, only looking away when his girlfriend spoke again.

"What was your name again?"

"Lexi."

"That's cute, I like that," Mariah told her.

"Hiii have you seen Rue?!"

Mariah looked up at the tall blonde girl who approached Lexi, furrowing her eyebrows because she looked exactly like Jewel, and Mariah had never met her before but Rue showed her pictures. And this girl looked exactly like that girl. Wait–

"Yo, Happy New Year, Jewel!" Fezco told her.

Mariah nudged his side, giving him a look for talking to this Jewel bitch. Mariah was team Rue all the way, and as far as she knew, Rue and Jewel hadn't made up since Jewel was over here asking for her.

Jules and Lexi exchanged funny looks before Jules let out an awkward laugh and corrected Fezco, "It-it's Jules. Um, have you seen Rue?"

Fezco nodded, taking a look around at his surroundings, "Uh, yeah, she's somewhere around here."

"Why don't you call her?" Mariah asked Jules.

"Oh, uh, I think she blocked my number," Jules explained in a low voice.

"Oh, right! Yeah I told her to," Mariah recalled.

Fezco raised an eyebrow, nudging his girlfriend's side.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Jules furrowed her eyebrows at Mariah and exchanged looks with Lexi.

"I'm Mariah. I'm like, Rue's best friend, or whatever. And I'm also the bitch that had to put up with Rue for 3 weeks cause you left her at the train station," Mariah informed Jules, a mean mug on her face.

"Yeah that shit wasn't cool, Jewel," Fezco agreed with his girl, shaking his head, making Jules dismiss herself to continue looking for Rue, frowning as she walked away from the three on the sofa.

"We're team Rue on this couch," Mariah let Lexi know, making Fezco crack a smile.

He loved that Mariah and Rue sorta weirdly got along. He loved that they cared for each other, due to the fact that Mariah was like his wife and Rue was like his sister.

"You're Rue's best friend?" Lexi asked Mariah, slightly hurt as the title of Rue's best friend had once belonged to her.

"Yeahhhhhh I love herrr, oh my gosh and she looks like Rocky from Shake It Up," Mariah told her as Maddy approached her, crossing her arms as she stood by the sofa's armrest.

Lexi looked from Mariah to Maddy, sitting up from where she had been slouched on the sofa, "Hey, did you find Cassie?"

"Ugh, no, but there's no way she'd miss this party so I'm not too worried," Maddy shrugged.

Lexi sighed, getting up, "I'm gonna go call her again."

Maddy watched her walk off before looking at the couple, "Anyways, Fez is it cool if I steal your girlfriend for a little?" She asked Fezco, although she was gonna steal Mariah anyways.

It took a while to get Fezco to agree to letting Mariah wander off with Maddy, making clear that he wanted her in his sight, which both girls insisted wasn't a problem.

Mariah planted a kiss on each cheek and then onto Fezco's lips before walking off with Maddy, leaving her man alone on the sofa.

But he wasn't alone forever. After dancing with Maddy through two Megan thee Stallion songs, she glanced over in Fezco's direction to see him talking and laughing with Lexi.

She rolled her eyes, because what could possibly be so funny if she wasn't there to make him laugh? And why was Lexi looking at her man like that?

The fuck.

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