“You shut your face,” Mackenzie scoffed, sticking out her tongue at the red head. She knew it was a lame comeback but hey, no one was perfect. “You know you want me Tots, quit lying to yourself.”

She considered the younger girls request regarding Frankie and took a long drag on the remainder of her cigarette before flicking it off into the grass.

“I’ll leave your girlfriend alone, if she is nice to you and doesn’t pull that shit again.” Mackenzie stated, trying to sound a serious as she could. It wasn’t that she didn’t get along with Frankie; she honestly didn’t mind the other girl. She wouldn’t, however, condone what had happened at the Valentine’s dance. Tatum was important to her and while the girl had a back bone, she felt protective.

“Yeah, but I am your asshole! Unfortunately for you, you are stuck with me.” She said giving Tatum a goofy grin. Mackenzie was trying very hard not to laugh at the other girl’s description of her. It was sadly accurate and embarrassing. “We all know I have a big faggy crush on you, and am counting down the days until I can push Frankie out of the Owlery. Then I can have you all to myself.”
In her opinion, Tatum could not get any cuter and if she did she might have to punch something repeatedly because she wasn’t sure if she could handle it.

“Oh that’s really threatening Tatum,” Mackenzie teased, poking the girl in the side. “Although we both know you would die if you couldn’t talk to me, so I promise I won’t laugh.”

She held up her index and middle finger in a salute and crossed her eyes for extra effect.

“Scouts honor, I swear on the sisterhood of lesbianism or some shit. Whatever you kids call it these days.”