"Irresistible like a hole in the head," Tatum replied sarcastically, although she was smiling despite herself. She gave Mackenzie a little elbow when she mentioned roughing up Frankie. "If you can refrain from beating up my girlfriend, that would be much appreciated. She's been really great lately, I mean.. it feels like Valentine's day didn't even happen. I'm not looking over my shoulder for Ginger everywhere I go anymore," she admitted, shrugging. "Just almost everywhere."

She didn't really like to talk much about what had happened at the Valentines dance. It had been a long time ago, and she mostly just wanted to get over it. But saying that she still didn't hold an immense grudge against Ginger McAvery would have been a bold-faced lie. Although she was usually pretty peaceful, if there was one person in the whole school that Tatum thought she might actually want to fight, it was probably her. She might lose, but it would almost be worth it.

She listened closely as Mack began to list off things, feeling her cheeks getting warm again as she ducked her head a bit. "You're such an asshole," the red head joked softly in response. She knew that Mackenzie did indeed hold off her mushiness for special occasions, and she was pretty touched. But it was usually best not to tease her about it. "Point taken, you're totally faggy over me. But you still can't laugh, okay? You have to promise. Because I swear like, over my life, that it actually happened. It had to have been real, I was totally awake,"

Shifting slightly, Tatum finally crushed out what was left of her joint, throwing the roach into the grass. "So if you laugh, I'm going to.. I dunno, like never talk to you again? Or some shit."