Tatum barely got to question what Amber was talking about, before she was yanked around, peering a little into the crowd of people dancing. She didn't spot Ginger at first, but she could have spotted Frankie in any crowd, and it was hard not to see both of them when they were attached like that.

"Fuck off," the red-head breathed, mostly just unsure what else to say. Was this actually happening? This was what it boiled down to after all of this time? She wished she had never came to this dance, or even bothered to wake up today. They were talking about something, but she couldn't make it out.

She wasn't sure if she wanted to cry anymore in front of Amber, but it was getting harder and harder to hold in. She tried to stay stiff, just watch them and see what happened, but she had to look away soon after. She stared down at her and Amber's feet instead. "You're joking, she wouldn't.. she doesn't even like her."