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Tatum had her doubts somehow that Mack could be jealous of her. Whatever the other girl was playing at, though Tatum couldn't quite define it, it wasn't that. It was about something else, like she had decided to make her redhead her personal charity project or something. But Tatum was just fine, mostly. It wasn't as if she hadn't lived her whole life like this before Mackenzie came along and started messing everything up.
Sniffling again, the redhead finally nodded. "Yeah, guess so," she sighed, managing a weak smile for him and leaning over to gently kiss his cheek. "I hate girls.. they're so m-mean.." she slurred in a whisper, lips still against his cheek as she spoke.