thedirtysouth commented on blueridgemod's post in blueridgeschool:

Mackenzie had sensed her girlfriends lack of enthusiasm towards prom. At first, she had thought it was because of the dress, and so she had convinced her step-mom to back off on the frilly pink dress assignments. They had found Tatum a stunning dress that the younger girl had liked, and Mack had liked even more. Things had gotten hot and heavy after that, and Mack left the dress shop with a satisfied girlfriend and a smirk on her face. The blonde thought that things could go smoothly after that, they could go to prom and enjoy themselves. Of course, things never did go the way she really wanted them to.

The scratches on her back that Tatum had inflicted during their little romp in the dressing room hadn't healed. They hadn't even really scabbed over, which was starting to worry the both of them. It wasn't near the full moon, and Mack had thought they would be okay. Tatum had always been a bit of a scratcher, it hadn't crossed the blonde's mind at all that the wolf thing could effect that. She had been bandaging up her back since the dress store, but she knew if it didn't heal soon, she would have to go to her sister. She knew that it was worrying Tatum. More than making her worried, it was probably causing her to draw up inside herself again. The younger girl thought of herself as a monster and Mack was slowly trying to convince her otherwise. And to top everything off, Michi was due soon.

Mack had hoped that prom could be something fun and special, a way to take her girlfriends mind off all the stresses of their everyday life. By the look of Tatum's face, it wasn't working so far. The girl looked tense and fidgety. Mackenzie noticed that she was doing that thing that she always did when she was stressed out or worrying. The small redhead was biting her lip, and gripping the blonde's hand a little tighter than normal.

"Babe, relax," she said soothingly. "Everything's going to be alright."

She felt Tatum's hand tighten, but she knew that the girl hadn't heard her. The redhead was looking around, scanning the crowd. Mack chuckled, waiting for her to register that she was being talked to. Finally, Tatum acknowledged that she had been spoken to and Mack pulled the smaller girl to her. She wrapped her arms around Tatum's waist from behind and rested her chin on the girl's shoulder.

"Where are ya at, space cadet?" she said quietly, giving the smaller girl a peck on the cheek. "You look like this is the last place you want to be tonight."