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Tatum stared at her, before turning her head away again. She stared into the woods instead, not wanting to look at her right then, and almost feeling bad about it. Things had been such smooth sailing so far, and she was used to people saying things like that to her.. but it was different coming from Frankie.
It hurt a lot more than anyone else saying it, even if it was the truth.
"Shut up," she muttered, not sure what else to say. She couldn't argue with her, partially because she was right, and mostly because it hurt too much. Her stomach felt knotted uncomfortably, and she gave her dress another yank up, trying to fight the urge to get too upset. Frankie didn't mean to be mean. Right?
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Tatum didn't turn back to face her, arms still crossed, hands cupping her elbows. She stared straight ahead, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of any more reaction than that. "Yeah, I did," she snapped softly, swallowing hard. "As in shut up, fuck off, and stop being such a bitch to me. I didn't do anything wrong, so whatever you're pissed at Gray about or whatever it is you don't want to tell me about? Stop taking it out on me."
She regretted the words almost as soon as they were out of her mouth, and her stomach plummeted briefly, waiting for the backlash. She barely felt high anymore, and that was disappointing. This was really harshing on her buzz, and she just felt a little disoriented and annoyed.
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"Well, excuse me for assuming," Tatum muttered, turning to face her finally, but keeping up her rigid stance. "Any other time you get in a fucking mood and act like an asshole, it's usually after you let him piss you off yet again. And then you go right back to him the next day. My bad for thinking this was probably the same thing," she continued, adverting her eyes slightly as she spoke.
She was silent for another moment, before blurting on. "You don't even care, you let him fuck you over time after time, and there's nothing I can do about it because I'm just a giant pussy who can't do anything for anybody. So yeah, I see you pissed off, I guess it's probably his fucking fault."
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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."
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"Do you want me to tell them? Will that make you leave me alone about it? I'll fucking call them and tell them right now if you'll just.. stop. I don't want to do this," Tatum replied, her own voice rising more than she would usually allow. The only person she had ever spoken to like this had been Sera, but that was just.. routine, nothing like this.
"You're being just as much of an idiot as I am, you're just too stubborn to admit it," she muttered, sulking and dropping her head a bit, staring down at her sneakers, scuffing them gently in the grass. Her head lifted when Frankie spoke again. "What is that supposed to me? Is that like, a threat or something?"
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That stung. Tatum unknowingly mimicked Frankie, biting harshly on the inside of her cheek, trying to fight back any crying. It worked mostly, though she knew her eyes were welling up just the same, and she refused to turn back around. This was ridiculous, standing back to back like this in the middle of the commons, screaming at each other. When the fuck did that happen? She sniffed slightly, feeling more and more like crying the more she tried to hold it in.
"By all means, don't feel.. like, obligated or anything. I know it must be so hard for you to put up with me everyday, by the sounds of it," she murmured, sniffing again. "I don't care how many friends you have, and I never said you were a slut. I would never think that, I just.. don't know where I am on your priorities. Okay?"
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"Whatever! Fine then, just fucking go already! Run away from everything, Frankie! You're so fucking deep and dark, I bet you don't feel a thing, right? Who fucking cares, right?" she yelled back, hands clenched into fists at her sides as she watched Frankie go. It was taking everything in her to not crumble under the pressure, just break down and run after her, beg to be forgiven. "I fucking waited for you, you asshole. I wanted you!"
She seemed to finally break her own attachment to the ground, hastily turning on her heel and stalking off in the opposite direction, crying more freely with each step, and eventually breaking into a run.
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