Frankie dragged her hands over the front of her skinny jeans, fixing her leather jacket before the door flew open and her brown eyes hardened as she was faced with Camila. The fifteen-year-old squeaked loudly at the sight of Frankie, shrinking behind the door and going to slam it but with a roll of her eyes, Frankie stuck her foot out.
"I'm not here to see you. Relax." Frankie ordered in a commanding tone, Camila's head slowly poking out as she narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "I promise, Camila. And...I apologize for what happened the other day, I never should've thrown you against the lockers like that. I was just really upset."
"Yeah, well, I deserved it." Camila whispered before opening the door, motioning with her head for Frankie to come in and the brunette cleared her throat before stepping into the posh house and taking a quick look around. "If you're looking around to steal something, you've come to the wrong place. We have cameras."
"You really are a bitch." Frankie mumbled under her breath as she rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest before leaning back against a wall and watching as Camila's eyes flickered around the room in an attempt to avoid making eye contact with the older brunette standing before her.
Camila bit her lower lip before her eyes finally fell upon Frankie who perked an eyebrow and the younger girl released an annoyed huff and crossed her arms over her chest, "Why aren't you yelling at me? I went to see Lauren today, did you know that? I talked to her even though you put me on the no visitor list."
"Oh, I know you went." Frankie smirked as she watched the girl fidget, she loved that she had this control over Camila and she couldn't help but let her sweat it out a little; it was the least the girl deserved for everything she had put Lauren through over the last two years. "But, I'm not mad at you."
"Huh?"
"I'm not mad at you." Frankie repeated in a slow voice, rolling her eyes as she watched the way Camila's mouth open and closed before her brow furrowed in confusion. "I don't know what you said, and I don't care to know what you said, but whatever you two talked about made her feel ready enough to talk to her therapist."
"Are you serious?" Camila whispered, her face splitting into a bright smile as she watched the same expression form on Frankie's face as she bobbed her head; the younger girl laughed happily as she pressed her hand to her forehead in awe. "Wow. That's...I'm so happy for her. That's great."
"Camila, whatever you said to her...thank you." Frankie smiled, Camila returning the expression before her eyes widened in slight fear as Frankie went from happy to emotionless in less that five seconds. "But you stay away from her. You don't go near her again, do you understand me?"
"Frankie..."
"No. You've done your damage, and you've fixed it. Leave it alone." Frankie ordered in a hiss as she shoved off the wall, stepping forward into Camila's space. "This is the last time I will ever admit my cousin to a psychiatric hospital because of you. Do not come near her again for any reason."
"Fine." Camila whispered. "I'll stay away."
"Frankie, what are you doing here?" Mollie demanded as she squeaked and attempted to cover herself up, Frankie smirking as she turned her head to see the blonde wearing nothing but a short white towel. "I-I just came to get my dress, it's in the...why am I explaining myself to you? What are you doing here?"
"I didn't want you coming over to my apartment, it isn't safe." Frankie explained with a light shrug before she turned to face Camila who seemed to be frozen in her spot, her brown eyes looking off into the distance and the older girl cleared her throat before narrowing her eyes at the small sophomore. "Leave."
