thedirtysouth posted in blueridgeschool:

Mackenzie watched the redhead leave, frowning as she pulled out a cigarette and lit it. She was severely confused now, and couldn't tell what the hell the girl had been trying to say to her as she backed away. She wasn't sure how to feel about the whole kiss, but she figured that it was just an effect of the weed they had been smoking. She couldn't really feel that way about Tatum, could she? She was just another girl, and Mackenzie was just playing the game she knew how to play best.

Sighing, she picked herself up off the couch and headed back to the bar. She needed another drink after that emotional train wreck, another drink and perhaps a cute girl to distract her for the rest of the evening. She caught sight of a girl that struck her fancy and sidled over to the bar, greeting her with a tip of her hat. She ordered her a drink, said all of the right things and had the girl practically on top of her in no time. There was something missing about it though, and as Mack continued to get closer with the girl, she couldn't help but feel like there was something wrong. She didn't want this girl, there was nothing about her that made her feel the same way that Tatum did. It scared Mackenzie to make that realization, and she pushed it quickly to the back of her mind, suggesting to the girl that they go somewhere more private.

This was what she did, she was the Mack Daddy, and there was no way that she could actually like Tatum Donnelly enough to want only her. It was only because the girl was putting up a fight, Mackenzie reasoned as she lead the girl back to her room. She was done with this party anyway, there was no point to stay any longer, and she definitely wasn't leaving because Tatum had rejected her in a round about way. It was only because she had a cute girl on her arm, and was ready to have a little fun. She tried not to think about how she was comparing this girl to the redhead in every way as they walked through the woods, and how every time, the redhead won.