Oh she'd seen Tatum take off in a tear, and Ginger couldn't help but smirk. She'd leave the teary-eyed girl for Amber to handle as she, herself, turned and a bee line for the other girl.

Frankie. By the time Ginger was done with her, she hoped the fucking bitch more than learned her lesson about calling people fat. And if she hadn't? Well Ginger didn't really expect herself to give up torturing the other girl after one go. What fun would that be? And besides, her BGF wasn't here to enjoy this with her. There would have to be repeats, just so he could join in.

"Aww," she said as she came up to Frankie, putting on her best sympathetic expression. "What's the matter? Are you alright? I saw your friend running away, and I just thought...maybe you'd like to...talk?"