Frankie quickyl grew defensive as her voice started to rise. "I kissed Ginger when I took a bunch of E!" She folded her arms stubbornly. "Besides, she's not my goddamn best friend or anything!"

She jumped off the window ledge and paced the room frantically.

"That bitch. Poutain. What am I supposed to do?" Frankie asked Tatum desperately. It made her sick to think someone else had touched her lips, like she was tainted or something. She knew it was silly, and it made her even angrier.