Tatum & Frankie.Setting:
Campus grounds, mid-April of 2012.Content:
SFW just french swear words.Summary:
Tatum and Frankie meet for the first time!
It was only about two weeks since the news of her pregnancy had actually come out to the rest of the campus, and people were already giving her weird looks and pitying glances. She had been hoping to ride the whole mess out silently, maybe she wouldn't even show too much until the end, but hopes of that were looking thin. She had never ever been anything but tiny and frail, and any weight gain at all felt noticeable, especially when it came in the form of a slowly growing outward baby bump. She wasn't as big as some pregnant women got, at least not yet, but she felt huge. Many of her favorite shirts were already getting to the point of being too tight in the stomach, especially button-ups, and zipping up skinny jeans over the bump was out of the question. Judging by the looks, her chances of keeping the pregnancy quiet were pretty much gone, and she had begun trying to embrace the whole thing. If she was going to keep the kid, she might as well be happy about it.
Kids needed money though, and lots of it, and she had a feeling that her mother and father weren't going to have a change of heart when it came to helping her out. Their reaction to the news a few weeks earlier hadn't been pretty. They hadn't flipped out that bad since Sera had moved out with Hunter a year earlier. She wasn't totally on her own, but she hated expecting money from Sam like some lazy tramp, and she was capable of handling herself. Hell, she had been doing it all along. Her meager allowance from her folks never would have bought her the things she needed, even before she was knocked up. It was just doubly true now.
People were weird about buying their drugs from a pregnant chick at first, but eventually people came around. Some of her regulars, kids she had been selling grams to here and there for years, didn't even notice. She got the weirdest looks when she showed up at parties, like she wasn't supposed to be there or something, but the business was too good to pass up. Other than selling coke to the strippers at Loopy's every weekend, house parties were her biggest income, everyone wanted a little blow at a party, or a few pills. Even after giving Emma her entitled cut of the profit, she still made out good.
It had been a pretty much a typical little high school house party as Tatum made her way through the crowd, keeping her eyes peeled for her sister, who claimed she knew someone here who wanted to buy. She wasn't giving any deals to just some guy her sister was blowing, he could pay full price like anyone else, but it was nice of Sera to try to drum up some business for her. Except for the part where, in the end, the guy didn't even show up to score. She was mildly irritated as she apparated back onto the campus, practically stomping her feet as she headed back to her dorm, not even watching where she was going and walking straight into a taller girl in a ridiculous looking hat. She stumbled back a bit, catching herself before she fell onto her ass.
"Fuck," she hissed, narrowing her eyes a little at the other girl. "Don't you watch where you're like.. just standing in the way?" she asked sarcastically, though she was already studying the brunette's face. She was cute, really cute, but she was still in the goddamn way.