Things weren't exactly going to Tatum's plan. She had finally give in and let Sera's words get to her, and now here she was at the dance, except that it was basically over and she still hadn't found Frankie. She had gone to Frankie and Rowan's room first and after getting no answer, she had retreated to her room to get dressed.

When she looked in the mirror, it was great and she couldn't help but smile. No big dress. She wore what she wanted; her step-mom didn't even know there was a dance, Sera had been so pissed at Jenny she had forgotten all about telling their mother about Sadie Hawkins entirely. Tatum had gotten there around eleven, hoping that since neither Frankie or Rowan were at their room, they might be around here, but she had zero luck.

Now people were starting to leave, and Tatum was among them, aimlessly wandering out of the front door in the crowd. When she was far enough away from anyone, she began to blaze up the joint from her blazer pocket, puffing thoughtfully and considering what her next step was. She just wished she had caved in a bit earlier, maybe she could have found Frankie.. assuming Frankie had come at all.

Maybe she had asked Gray. Or already left with him.

Tatum immediately chased the thought away, squinting her eyes shut. That was what most of their fighting had been about. She needed to trust her, and she did.. she just didn't see what chance she had against a popular guy like him. Sighing, she took another drag and looked up, seeing someone waving at her from a distance. She couldn't tell who it was yet. Reflex, she waved back.