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When she felt she was finally far enough away from Frankie, Tatum actually stopped running. She had a terrible stitch in her side, and slouched over a bit almost as soon as she stopped, gasping for breath. Between the crying and the running, she was sure anyone who saw her must have thought she had really gone mental or something. She felt exhausted, smoking and getting worked up taking off like that didn't go together. She felt like her lungs were going to burst. She made her way over to the side of the building, hearing the dance going on inside, she leaned up to the wall, closing her eyes. Her cheeks were still soaked with tears, and she probably had mascara running everywhere. Her dress, already nothing to be admired, had fallen again. She gave it a great yank up, and fumbled around until she had another cigarette out. She lit it up with shaking hands, and leaned back more fully on the wall, beginning to cry again. This was officially the worst night of her life to date.
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"She's wasn't--" Tatum began, quickly snapping her mouth shut. It was like second nature to defend Frankie, she would have done it any time, but this was different. She had been an awful bitch, and for no good reason. Despite how upset she was, heart-broken really, the redhead was also still rather irritated. Let her say it; right now, it was true.
She let Amber speak, just pouting at her, and squinting her eyes shut as the other girl began wiping at her face and tutting over her hair. "Did everyone really hear?" Tatum asked quietly, glancing over her shoulder briefly. She could only hope the people inside hadn't heard; maybe there hadn't been too many outside with them. But she now realized just how loud they had been.. she had never screamed at anyone like that in her life. It was crazy.
"Nintendo," she added, in a murmur. "She doesn't like videogames now though apparently, she thinks they're stupid."
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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."
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