Tatum almost backed down then, with Frankie looming down at her. But something about how she reacted only made Tatum more annoyed. How was she expected to think anything else when this was how she reacted when accused? It almost seemed a little guilty.

"How the fuck do you expect me to know him?" Tatum spat, trying to stay collected, and staring blankly back at the other girl. It was hard, harder not to break down, she had always been such a crier. "It's not like you've introduced us, he doesn't even know what grade I'm in! I had to do a fucking project with him, and he's like, totally clueless that I'm even alive in his class, and you don't find that a little retarded? I mean, aren't I your girlfriend? For how long now? And I don't even know your supposed best friend? That's your fault, not mine."

She took a breather for a moment, still unable to believe the things she was actually saying. This was bad, she wanted to take it back, but it kept coming. "So I think fuck you, Frankie. You make me not want to trust you, doing this.. shit! It's like I'm your little secret fag or something. Does he even know you have a girlfriend? Does he care? Wouldn't know! I don't know the fucking guy, you're right! Fuck," she sighed, exasperated, and turned away again. "Fucking fuck, I hate this shit."