Author: Meisha Nicole PM
Her friend says revenge will bring closure. Frankie isn't so sure. FemslashRated: Fiction K+ - English - Drama - Words: 1,188 - Favs: 1 - Published: 05-18-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3023688
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Frankie closed her locker and looked to her left only to be assaulted by the sight of Elliot leaning up against her own locker with Hayden dangerously close to her. Turning her head she walked in the opposite direction and kept her eyes lowered to the ground. She flinched when she heard a loud chuckle that could've only come from Elliot and that laugh had always been saved for her.
Turning the corner, she nearly ran into someone and was relieved when it was only Jesse. "Shouldn't you be hurrying up to class?" she asked teasingly. "She said if you're late one more time she'll take it up with the superintendent."
"Let her," he retorted as he glanced down at Frankie. "Are you all right?"
"If you define all right as seeing that slutty witch hang over the love of your life then yes. I'm all right."
He sighed. "See, I've been telling you that you need to get some type of revenge or retribution for what Elliot did to you. If she was my ex-girlfriend-"
"You and an ex-girlfriend?" Frankie snorted.
"I experimented in middle school," he snapped. "Now as I was saying… if she was my ex and she dumped me the way she dumped you, I would've done something to get her back."
"Don't you think that's a bit immature?"
"We're sixteen. This is our last chance to be immature and it's therapeutic. It might even give you closure," Jesse insisted.
"I don't need revenge to move on, Jesse. I am perfectly capable of handling this without resorting to such acts."
He rolled his eyes. "I slashed my ex-boyfriend's tires and it made me feel great."
Frankie was tempted to point out it was different because he had only been dating his boyfriend for a few weeks while her and Elliot had been together since junior school but she thought it was better not too.
With it being a Friday, she went straight home but there was a problem with that. Elliot lived just across the street and it was how they had met when her mother moved here for fresh start. They first kissed when they were eight and when they got older, she finally asked her out. It was their seventh grade year when she did and Frankie didn't care if Elliot was a girl, boy, or creature from the black lagoon. She liked her and wanted to go out with her.
Four years later they had been going strong or at least Frankie thought they had. In the last few months of their relationship, Elliot had been pulling away but she had been blind to it. She was acting secretive and just different. It had all come to an end when Frankie discovered she was cheating on her with Hayden, a senior girl at their school.
She broke up with Elliot right away and in the month and a half they had been broken up, she wondered if her former girlfriend would've ever told her the truth about Hayden or kept sneaking around. Since it happened, she had felt numb and tried to push those feelings to the side. She didn't want to think about Elliot who she had loved so much and for so long.
Her mother said she would get over it in time but she knew differently. Elliot was the love of her life and she knew she was only sixteen but it didn't matter. It didn't feel as if she would be ever able to move on.
"Mom, I'll take out the garbage!" she shouted, getting sick of hearing her younger sisters complain about having to take out the 'icky' trash. Walking to the curb, she put the trash in the trash can and then paused when she happened to glance across the street. In the car parked in front of Elliot's house were her ex and her new girlfriend. The two of them appeared to be giving each other a very passionate goodbye and all she could do was state and watch with a blank expression on her face.
Turning and heading back inside before they could or even would notice her, she went to her room and sat on the edge of her bed, hands trembling as she grabbed fistfuls of her bed cover. Looking out the window, she saw the light on in Elliot's room and just sat there, staring until the clock read nine o'clock.
Frankie really wasn't sure how to explain what happened next. She got this urge and after she went around back, she was standing in front of Elliot's front door. Her parent's car wasn't there so they were probably on one of their little dates. All she had to do was knock at the front door and Elliot would be the answer. The only question was: would she slam the door in her face?
After she rang the doorbell and she came to the door, she seemed surprised to find her on her doorstep and Frankie was at a loss for words. "Can I come in?" she asked and surprisingly, she let her in.
"What are you doing here? It's not like I'm not happy to see you here but things haven't exactly been… the same between us," Elliot whispered.
"And who's fault is that?" Frankie hissed accusingly.
"No, don't give me that crap, Elliot. I came over here because I want to tell you, you're a major asshole. For four years I did everything I could to make you happy and I loved you so much. I thought you felt the same but instead of talking to me and coming to me like I thought you would if you had doubts, you cheat on me with Hayden of all people."
"I'm sixteen, Frankie and so are you. We make mistakes and I know I should've talked to you but I can't change what I did."
"I would've never done that to you. It wouldn't kill you to have a little maturity and be honest with me."
Elliot sighed. "Is that all you came over to say?"
She shook her head. "No, I also wanted to tell you that I found your cat's collar near the road as I was coming up. I sort of got caught up in telling you how much of a bitch you were and still are."
"What?" Elliot cried as she handed her the collar.
"I'm sure she's fine. You know how she tends to get that collar off. Bye, Elliot."
Without waiting for her to react, she walked back to her house and headed into her room. The second she walked inside, she heard a soft meow come from her bed and as she flipped on the lights, she found a ginger colored cat sitting on her bed.
"Sorry about kidnapping you, Missy. I'll bring you home tomorrow."