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Characters Frankie and Tatum Setting The woods, Sunday afternoon Content Swearing, smoking Summary The week after the big fight at the V Day dance. Avoiding Tatum had been easier than expected. After your girlfriend and half the school witness you making out with a blonde cheerleader bitch, the only thing you can really do is hide in your room, go to classes and keep your head down. Tatum had even text her and Frankie had been stubborn enough to hardly reply. As far as she was concerned, this whole situation was not her fault. The kiss with Ginger was out of her hands and besides, Tatum was getting pretty cosy with Amber herself. Making her routine trip down to the woods, Frankie slipped on some boots and opened her dorm door, only to be confronted with the red head herself. She briefly wondered if she could just slam the door again but decided against it, averting her eyes from Tatum's and starting to walk down the hallway with her head down. Tags: !incomplete, francios prideaux, tatum donnelly
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Tatum hadn't been going out of her room much for the last week, whether it was for smoking or otherwise. Besides her visit from Rowan, she hadn't really had anyone over either. Outside of going to classes, her human interaction was being kept to a bare minimum and she was sort of getting used to it all over again. Frankie had been so proud of her for coming out of her shell over the months, but what did that matter now? She was only leaving her room because she had to walk over to Rienzi and see Charlie for a few minutes. He was one of the few people she had actually kept visiting as if nothing had ever changed; count on a dealer to keep it simple and question free. Shoving her hands into the pockets of her jeans, she opened her door and stepped out into the hallway. Her head was down, but when another door shut nearby, it jerked up slightly. This was the moment she had been dreading and hoping for since Valentines day. Every time she heard someone coming up on her unexpectedly, every time someone came around a corner, every text or im, she had been hoping it might be Frankie. Now it was, and she didn't know what to do. She watched the brunette stalk off, and felt her lower lip trembling. She bit down onto it hard, bracing herself. She took a couple of steps forward, a quick glance to make sure no one else was in the hall, before she spoke. "Do you love her? Ginger, I mean?"
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She chose to ignore the way that Frankie shrugged it off. Nothing was ever her fault, it seemed. Tatum followed her to the clump of trees, stopping again a few paces back, before sitting down as well. It felt weird; normally when they sat outside and smoked, she sat right next to her, sometimes stealing drags. This had a distinct awkwardness that she hated to ever associate with her own girlfriend.
"She's a cunt," Tatum agreed softly, frowning again. "I should kick her.. nevermind," she began, trailing off. "You shouldn't take drugs from whores," she settled on, lighting up her own cigarette.
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