Tatum's cheeks flushed deeply. Really, the younger girl was right. She was so on edge and defensive about it all of the time, sometimes people didn't have to say it in so many words for her to get worked up. "Shut up," she muttered, pouting a bit.
When Eden made a grab for the phone, the redhead quickly struggled to get it out of her reach and succeeded for a few seconds. "W-Wait, don't! I-I.. l-like h-his company!" she managed. It was all she had, really. To say that she loved him, even missed him, was a lie. But she didn't want to piss him off or anything.
As the younger girl made another swipe for the phone, Tatum's grip slipped and that was all it took. Both her joint and phone fell to the ground in front of them, and the redhead's eyes went wide as she realized in a split second that she was probably fucked if she couldn't wrestle it out of this kid's hands. Shaking, she made a dive for it.