Crescent City Institute - ITALIAN THINGS HERE

She stopped sifting flower for a moment to look at him, "I did." She stated simply, shifting into a more comfortable position. She stared down at the shifted flower in the bowl, thinking.

Things definitely couldn't be solved with her fists all the time, or drinking, or snorting cocaine. She wasn't exactly sure how to solve them otherwise though, and that was really the problem here. It wasn't that she didn't trust Vinnie, he was one of the closer friends she had outside of Tatum and Hunter, but opening up to someone about Tatum was hard. She figured she would try though, Vinnie was pretty smart when it came to girls.

"Well...I might theoretically be in love with Tatum." She began, playing with the sifter nervously. "And I might have a little bit of hatred towards Frankie for obvious reasons. I provoked her a little bit and well she was a right bitch back. So I lost my temper and hit her." She finished, rubbing her nose subconsciously. "Theoretically, of course." She added, eyes snapping back up to examine Vinnie for a reaction.

"Then Tatum got really pissed at me, and I got defensive. Which resulted in her wanting to fight me, which I let her punch me a few times." She continued, not being able to stop the run away train. "I told her I hated Frankie and let her hit me around a bit. She got mad that I wouldn't hit her back, and then told me that...if I hated Frankie that I couldn't have her."

She traced her finger through some flour dust that had settled around the bowl. That was the part of the story she hated telling the most, it just broke her heart every time. "So I told her I only hated Frankie because I was in love with her. And then kissed her." She finished, going back to sifting the flower.