Mackenzie felt a weird tingling in her cheeks as Tatum turned that mega watt smile at her. She looked away quickly, messing with a loose thread on her hoodie and hoping that Tatum hadn’t noticed anything. Jesus, if Tatum figured out that she maybe, kind of, was possibly a little bit flustered then she’d never hear the end of it. Plus it would totally ruin her “cool” persona that the red head seemed to think she possessed. And honestly, what the hell? Mackenzie Dubinsky didn’t blush, especially not because she made some girl smile. Maybe she was getting a fever.

“So are you admitting that you couldn’t resist me if I tried to seduce you?” Mackenzie asked, composing herself enough to smile flirtatiously at the red head. She hopped of the rock and turned to face the girl, her hands on her hips. “I’ll make sure they understand not to kill it,” she promised. “Although I don’t know why you’d want to spare its life, it sounds dangerous to me. If that’s what you want though, that’s what you’ll get.”

Mackenzie smirked and leaned over so she was invading the younger girl’s personal space. She leaned past Tatum’s face, bringing her mouth centimeters away from the other girls ear. “You totally wig. And I never said anything about me wearing pj’s to bed.” She straightened up, trying not to laugh. Tatum had totally walked right into that one.