ojandtostitos commented on blueridgemod's post in blueridgeschool:

It went without much saying that Tatum could never really understand Hunter. She was similar to Mack in so many ways, but then so different that it always threw the redhead right off. When she wanted to be, Hunter could be nice as could be, even downright helpful and sweet. But once she got a scheme into her head, or a dumbass idea, she just seemed to run with it. Where ever the common sense went, most of it seemed to have gone to Mack, while Hunter had gotten a double dose of spontaneity and impulsiveness. Without Mack around when she got the ideas, to firmly and sometimes rudely tell her that her ideas were going to get her into shit.. well, Hunter just seemed to run with them. Tatum, who worried and stressed over every little word or action she made, could never wrap her head around how anyone could just live with that kind of reckless abandon. Michi's pregnancy had helped, it seemed to be teaching the lanky blonde girl some semblance of responsibility and having their own apartment helped with that too, but Tatum couldn't help feeling that they were back to square one. They had been at the after party for an hour so far, and Hunter had already gotten tanked and ran off into the woods with a bunch of kids.

Mack had gone to find her and bring her back, probably dragged by the ear or hair, but Tatum didn't have high hopes for it. Mack had told her one time that Hunter had gotten so drunk over summer vacation in Texas, that she was lost for almost two days before Mack saw her again. Tatum mostly felt bad for Michi, pregnant enough to pop at any given second, sitting beside her and waiting. They had scoped out some lawn chairs by the bonfire that weren't in use, and they were comfy enough, but Mack still wasn't back, and Michi didn't look impressed in the slightest. Tatum didn't really know what to say, she had lots of opinions about how stupid and selfish Hunter was being to beg her poor pregnant girlfriend to come to prom and then get loaded on a dare and run off on her, but she kept them to herself. She didn't know how to voice them to Michi without sounding too much like a bitch. There was no way that the other girl didn't know everything that Tatum had to say anyway. Hunter's obnoxious flaws were no secret.

Most of all, Tatum was just praying that her friend wouldn't get too angry and go into labor or something. She was still worried about all of that. It was unlikely, but it could happen, and when babies came around finally, they rarely waited. She was the only capable set of hands close by, and she'd have to do if things went wrong. She kept on praying that wouldn't happen to them though. "I think i-it was the b-beer bong that got her," Tatum settled on finally, after several minutes of silence. "M-Maybe those rum chasers.."