"Who was even callin' you gay" Eden laughed, trying to grab the cell from the older girl's hands. "Like hell you're gettin' back with that dumb fuck! You aint gonna be the one being rude to him."

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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.

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Eden mirrored Tatum's dive for the phone and gave the older girl a shove with her elbow as she practically belly flopped on top of it. "Fuck off, ya bitch! I'm doin' you a favour!" she yelled. Tatum was not much bigger than her and almost as light, so it didn't take much effort to get her pinned to the ground. Covered in dead leaves, Eddie held the phone out of the red head's reach.

"Dear shithead" she yelled, mashing wildly at the keys.

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"S-Stop it!" Tatum practically screamed, struggling along against the ground and trying to stretch her arm out as long as it could go in an attempt to grab the phone from the younger girl. It felt like her fingers were going to pop out of their knuckles, and it was still just too far away. "Stop p-please!" she begged, feeling like she was going to start crying all over again but trying to stop herself.

"H-His name is C-Colin!" she yelled right back, grunted and trying to shove Eden as best she could. Which wasn't very well.

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"Jesus H! If you're gonna shout the whole place down about it" Eden sulked, tossing the phone next to Tatum's head. The text was mostly typos and random numbers anyway.

"Colin can shove it!" she shouted angrily, losing her balance with the well placed shove and falling back. "You fuckin' punched me in the tit" she grumbled, spotting the joint next to her head and licking it back down where it was falling apart.

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She couldn't remember the last time that had actually worked. Usually when the more upset she got, the more people had something else to do to her. At least Eden seemed to have some kind of sympathy or.. something. Lack of patience was more likely, but regardless of what she had to do to make Eden give in, the redhead was glad to have her phone back. Flopping over on her side as the other girl fell off of her, she grabbed it up and quickly began to backspace the gibberish on the screen.

"W-Whatever," she murmured back sulkily, sitting up once the phone was dealt with. She held it tighter in her hand now, watching Eden carefully. She sniffed a bit, her head lowering, but then quickly snapping up again as she heard the other girl's accusation. "I-I did not! I d-didn't-- I didn't your.. touch t-that.. shut up," she trailed off, her cheeks bright red in the darkness. She watched Eden repairing the joint, and reached out for it.

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Eden ducked her head to see Tatum's face but it was concealed in the darkness. "You cryin'? What you even cryin' for?" She handed the joint back with a small smile. Maybe it was the booze, or the red head's vulnerable state, but Eden found herself pretty interested in sticking around.

"Right in the nipple, I swear it. Pretty impressive seein' as I don't got much more than that. A small target" she joked, sitting up cross legged.

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Tatum sniffled again, shaking her head. It was a good question, but she really didn't have an answer to it. It had just been a long exhausting night, and the younger girl's sudden pity on her was nice. What was nicer still was that nothing awful had been sent to Colin, even if she supposed she shouldn't have worried about that so much. The night was really just starting to get to her, and though Sam had helped her sober her up a bit, she was still far from good to go.

"I-I-I just h-have a lot of f-feelings," she admitted in a little whimper, lifting her head a bit as she took the joint back. When Eden continued talking about her boob, Tatum scrunched up her face and shook her head. "G-Gross, shut up, I d-didn't-- I didn't m-mean to, like.. i-if I did, I wasn't like.. I g-guess I just have better aim than I t-thought," she managed to stammer out, taking a puff from the haggard looking little joint.

Feeling a little relaxed despite their scuffle a few moments before, Tatum crossed her legs too and held the joint out to Eden again.

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Well that was an obvious downfall. Feelings would always leave you sitting in the dirt crying to strangers. Exactly when Eden avoided feelings at all costs. "Here's a tip for ya. Feelin's gettin' you down? Go punch a jock. Instant gratification" she said wisely.

Picking bits of leaves out of her hair Eddie scrunched up her face in offense. "Aint nothin' gross about them" she pouted, blowing smoke moodily. "They aint hairy or... lactatin'. How rude!"

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Tatum paled in the darkness, her eyes going briefly wide in shock at just the thought of that. Her punching anybody? Especially a jock? She had seen some of those Quodpot and Quidditch players. Hell, Mack and her giantess friend were perfect examples. Tatum wasn't sure she couldn't even reach a jock's face to punch it.

"Uhm," she managed, swallowing thickly. "I d-don't think," she finished lamely, looking down at her crossed legs. She tensed up when Eden pouted at her and she raised both hands in front of her, as if to defend herself. "T-That's not-- your b-breasts uhm, are.. I'm s-sure they're very lovely, I just-- m-me personally, I'm not.. into t-that like, sort of thing? You know?" she tried to explain hurriedly, her voice cracking a bit.

"I d-don't mean they're.. g-gross, they're very.. l-like, they're, uhm, beautiful. In a w-way, I guess. But n-not like, to me."

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"I can prove it if ya want" Eden said, lifting her top up briefly and exposing her stomach. "You'll have to return the favour though, s'only fair!"

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If it were possible, Tatum's eyes went even wider as Eden lifted up her shirt. Her hands shot up immediately, dramatically covering over her eyes as if she had never seen a pair of boobs before or something. "N-No, I-- I b-believe you, I do!"

She gasped scandalously from behind her hands at Eden's next suggestion. "No way! I-I'm saving m-myself!"

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