Tatum let herself further into the room as Frankie walked off, stepping out of her sneakers and shutting the door behind her. "I know exactly what you mean," she agreed, nodding as she made her way over to Frankie's unmade bed and sat. "If anybody can make you chill out, it's Apple. Did he smoke you up?" she asked, smiling a little.

"I wish you did punch her in the fucking face though," she added soon after, face a little more stony now. "I wanted to, too.. you'll never guess who went to the dance with her," the redhead confided in a hushed whisper, as if someone might overhear them.