From: porcelinaofvast	Date: June 8th, 2011 11:34 am (UTC)		(Link)

"It-- I didn't do it to m-mess with your stuff! Screw off! Do you actually t-think that?!" Tatum managed, throwing her hands up over her head in frustration, wand still clutched in one fist. Smoking out of a bong always left the worst taste in her mouth, and it was now worse than ever. She felt nauseous and faint, and it certainly wasn't helping. She'd be lucky if she didn't ralph from freaking out.

"Don't," the redhead quickly offered, trying to hide the desperation on her face, but finding it coming out anyway. "I didn't-- it was a mistake, I lvoe her, please don't tell her," she managed, swallowing thickly again, and lowering her wand a bit. What was she going to do, hex her? Really? Good luck explaining why to anyone.

"I'll-- I'll do anything, I'll like.. buy you a new bed, I'll give y-you all my weed, my tv, anything!"

She knew, in the end, making some kind of financial offer was the only chance she had. If she even still had a chance at this point.

	From: studiesallnight	Date: June 8th, 2011 11:51 am (UTC)		(Link)

"Like hell you aren't!" Bekka yelled back, but was then silent. She had to think. Before she came in, before confronting Tatum she had tried to write everything out in a new notebook, plan out her words and demands, get the phrasing right. The only fault in her plan, now that it was in action, was that she was still a teenage girl, one who was stressed and without sleep and just a little big scared. This wasn't as calm or Soprano-esque as she had planned out.

She took a few breaths, looked Tatum over and glanced back to the door. Frankie. Right. Frankie was her bargaining chip here, and Bekka couldn't let herself forget that.

"You're buying me a new bed." She started again, much (albeit forced) calmer. "But you're going to have to do a hell of a lot more than that for me not to go post a warning to anyone's roommate that you're sleeping with. Warning them to cover their sheets in plastic or some shit."

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: June 8th, 2011 12:09 pm (UTC)		(Link)

She was backed between a rock and a hard place, and she really didn't have any room for bargaining. She nodded her head furiously when Bekka agreed she'd buy her a new bed, and she only tensed a little when the other girl suggested actually posting something about this. Just right out where everybody could see.

Now Tatum was sure she was going to pass out. She reached out her free hand, clutching the windowsill and leaning on it. Everybody would know. Not just Frankie, but all of her friends, Sera, all Sera's friends, all Frankie's friends. Everybody would know. Oh god, she was definitely going to be sick.

Everybody in the whole school could not find out what she had done. If that happened, she'd just have to leave school. She'd go home and just.. go to school with Rath in Maine. She should have done something like that months ago, maybe even years ago, before she became this fist-fighting, cheating liar that she didn't even recognize anymore.

"N-Name it, name it and I'll do it, I s-swear I'll do it," she offered weakly, trying to breathe deeply.

	From: studiesallnight	Date: June 8th, 2011 04:57 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Fix everything was the first phrase that went through Bekka's head. Fix her father, find her mother, find her socks and make everything like it was back in March. But to ask Tatum to fix her personal life, to even grant her access to it was ridiculous.

"Don't pull that shit again." She started, keeping her voice calm and those personal wishes at bay, "And pay me back the fifty dollars that I lost because of this shit. Then, then I'll think about it."

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: June 8th, 2011 05:27 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Never again," Tatum agreed, more to assure herself than to assure Bekka. Still shaken up, but with her wand lowered entirely now, she moved back over to her desk and grabbed her wallet from where it lay. She opened it, trying not to frown as she counted out three twenties. It was all she ever carried, it was the two gram bill, she probably spent one every day.

Holding the sixty out to Bekka, she tried to straighten up and seem less upset by all of this. "And a new bed, a really nice one, right?" she added. How much were whole beds anyway? Probably crippingly expensive. She vaguely wondered if Sera might help her out with a loan. She always had her money squirreled away somewhere, if she hadn't started spending it on pimping Jenny out or something. There would be interest, but it could save her whole relationship.

Or salvage what was left.

	From: studiesallnight	Date: June 8th, 2011 06:18 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Right." Bekka snatched the money back, counted it out and stuffed it in her pocket. Later she would iron out the bills, sort them and make entries into her ledger of the expense. Now she just wanted out of the room, to light a cigarette (or more) and forget that it wasn't even the weekend yet.

She grabbed her jacket, backpack and lighter before heading back to the door. "Call me when you get the bed delivered. And we'll see about that notice."

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: June 8th, 2011 08:01 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Tatum opened her mouth to say something, perhaps retort even if she knew it wasn't for the best, but Bekka was already heading out before she could really offer anything. The door shut, and Tatum's face collapsed as she flopped down into her chair and pressed her hands over her face.

"Bad, so bad," she murmured to no one, just inhaling shakily. How the fuck was she going to get that kind of money? Was she really in this shitstorm? It blew her mind, but it was real and something needed to be done. And presumably as fast as possible.