From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 10th, 2011 04:14 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Tatum didn't turn back to face her, arms still crossed, hands cupping her elbows. She stared straight ahead, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of any more reaction than that. "Yeah, I did," she snapped softly, swallowing hard. "As in shut up, fuck off, and stop being such a bitch to me. I didn't do anything wrong, so whatever you're pissed at Gray about or whatever it is you don't want to tell me about? Stop taking it out on me."

She regretted the words almost as soon as they were out of her mouth, and her stomach plummeted briefly, waiting for the backlash. She barely felt high anymore, and that was disappointing. This was really harshing on her buzz, and she just felt a little disoriented and annoyed.

	From: petitechou	Date: February 10th, 2011 04:19 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Frankie frowned and rubbed her forehead with her fingers before looking at the side of Tatum's head angrily.

"What has Gray got to do with anything? We had sex a few times and that's a big deal and means my life revolves around him? It's got nothing to do with him and it never will!" She trembled angrily on the spot and flicked her hair out of her face.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 10th, 2011 04:26 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"Well, excuse me for assuming," Tatum muttered, turning to face her finally, but keeping up her rigid stance. "Any other time you get in a fucking mood and act like an asshole, it's usually after you let him piss you off yet again. And then you go right back to him the next day. My bad for thinking this was probably the same thing," she continued, adverting her eyes slightly as she spoke.

She was silent for another moment, before blurting on. "You don't even care, you let him fuck you over time after time, and there's nothing I can do about it because I'm just a giant pussy who can't do anything for anybody. So yeah, I see you pissed off, I guess it's probably his fucking fault."

	From: petitechou	Date: February 10th, 2011 04:32 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"That's not true" Frankie said a little unsurely before growing angry again.

"You don't even know him. He's got issues and it's not his fault" she muttered. "You just don't trust me! You think I'm going to run off with him like some stupid slut."

The high heels gave Frankie the height advantage and she looked down at the red head. "Sorry, but fuck you."

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 10th, 2011 04:59 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Tatum almost backed down then, with Frankie looming down at her. But something about how she reacted only made Tatum more annoyed. How was she expected to think anything else when this was how she reacted when accused? It almost seemed a little guilty.

"How the fuck do you expect me to know him?" Tatum spat, trying to stay collected, and staring blankly back at the other girl. It was hard, harder not to break down, she had always been such a crier. "It's not like you've introduced us, he doesn't even know what grade I'm in! I had to do a fucking project with him, and he's like, totally clueless that I'm even alive in his class, and you don't find that a little retarded? I mean, aren't I your girlfriend? For how long now? And I don't even know your supposed best friend? That's your fault, not mine."

She took a breather for a moment, still unable to believe the things she was actually saying. This was bad, she wanted to take it back, but it kept coming. "So I think fuck you, Frankie. You make me not want to trust you, doing this.. shit! It's like I'm your little secret fag or something. Does he even know you have a girlfriend? Does he care? Wouldn't know! I don't know the fucking guy, you're right! Fuck," she sighed, exasperated, and turned away again. "Fucking fuck, I hate this shit."

	From: petitechou	Date: February 10th, 2011 05:08 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"He's not retarded!" Her voice was getting louder and she couldn't really believe she was sticking up for Gray, as if he even needed defending.

"Also, excuse you, because you haven't even told your parents about me! Gray knows, he just doesn't care. You're being an idiot" she snapped, one hand on her hip and chewing the inside of her cheek. "It all comes out in the end" she said mysteriously.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 10th, 2011 05:14 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"Do you want me to tell them? Will that make you leave me alone about it? I'll fucking call them and tell them right now if you'll just.. stop. I don't want to do this," Tatum replied, her own voice rising more than she would usually allow. The only person she had ever spoken to like this had been Sera, but that was just.. routine, nothing like this.

"You're being just as much of an idiot as I am, you're just too stubborn to admit it," she muttered, sulking and dropping her head a bit, staring down at her sneakers, scuffing them gently in the grass. Her head lifted when Frankie spoke again. "What is that supposed to me? Is that like, a threat or something?"

	From: petitechou	Date: February 10th, 2011 05:18 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"I don't think I can do this" Frankie shot back, giving her girlfriend a steely look.

"It's not a threat, I'm just saying you think I'm some big flat slut because I have more friends than you!" She turned away from Tatum and stared back at the dance hall.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 10th, 2011 05:25 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

That stung. Tatum unknowingly mimicked Frankie, biting harshly on the inside of her cheek, trying to fight back any crying. It worked mostly, though she knew her eyes were welling up just the same, and she refused to turn back around. This was ridiculous, standing back to back like this in the middle of the commons, screaming at each other. When the fuck did that happen? She sniffed slightly, feeling more and more like crying the more she tried to hold it in.

"By all means, don't feel.. like, obligated or anything. I know it must be so hard for you to put up with me everyday, by the sounds of it," she murmured, sniffing again. "I don't care how many friends you have, and I never said you were a slut. I would never think that, I just.. don't know where I am on your priorities. Okay?"

	From: petitechou	Date: February 10th, 2011 05:29 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Fucking Valentine's Day. It was a curse, surely this was evidence.

"Don't worry, you're not even on my priorities" Frankie muttered nonchalantly, staring up at the starry sky and concentrating on that instead of real life.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 10th, 2011 05:34 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

She had been pretty proud of herself for holding it together up until that point, but that comment was enough to break the dam. "That's it then?" she asked, voice cracking. "Fuck you, see you later, it's been nice? You're done?"

It had been nice. It was still nice, even the anger. No one got her worked up like this, it was almost a scary feeling. It had to still be nice, they just needed to calm down. Or so she told herself.

The tears were rolling down her cheeks, but she tried not to make a sound, her shoulders shaking instead.

	From: petitechou	Date: February 10th, 2011 05:38 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"Looks like it" Frankie replied in French, not even bothering with English. Another slap in the face, probably. This was better, she could self destruct without worrying about Tatum being caught up in it. She wasn't exactly in control these days.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 10th, 2011 05:45 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

That was it then? Why did she have to be so nonchalant? Like she didn't even care? To Tatum, that was more frustrating. She knew Frankie cared, even if she tried to act as dark and brooding as she pleased. That she was trying to push her away hurt more than anything else.

"Well I'm not," she snapped somewhat shrilly, back still turned, shoulders trembling. "I'm not just giving this up and fucking up the whole thing! I'm not that much of a fucking stubborn asshole, unlike you right now," she continued, reaching up to wipe roughly at her face and eyes. She turned a bit, looking at Frankie's back.

"I'll talk to you when you're fucking reasonable."

	From: petitechou	Date: February 10th, 2011 05:49 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"That'll be never then" Frankie shouted, taking a few steps away, unwittingly confirming how unreasonable she could be.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 10th, 2011 05:53 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"Fuck off," Tatum shouted back, surprising herself, and making her inhale sharply. She was gritting her teeth slightly. Being edge like this was strange, even when she and Sera had fought in the past, it had never been like this. It was like leaving it unresolved was going to drive her insane. She kept trying to drop it and go, but she felt rooted in place.

"Why are you being like this? I want to actually know. I want a real answer, right now."

	From: petitechou	Date: February 10th, 2011 06:00 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"I am fucking off!" At any other time it would have sounded funny but she was too grouchy to even seen the humour and carried on walking away.

"Because I'm fucking sick of everything" she yelled back at her girlfriend cruelly.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 10th, 2011 06:06 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"Whatever! Fine then, just fucking go already! Run away from everything, Frankie! You're so fucking deep and dark, I bet you don't feel a thing, right? Who fucking cares, right?" she yelled back, hands clenched into fists at her sides as she watched Frankie go. It was taking everything in her to not crumble under the pressure, just break down and run after her, beg to be forgiven. "I fucking waited for you, you asshole. I wanted you!"

She seemed to finally break her own attachment to the ground, hastily turning on her heel and stalking off in the opposite direction, crying more freely with each step, and eventually breaking into a run.