“Of course I can go for five seconds without hitting on someone!” Mackenzie protested, crossing her arms. “I hang out with Hunter all the time and don’t hit on her!” She knew that Hunter really didn’t count because that shit would just be weird. It made her feel better though, she did have a bad habit of hitting on most of the girls at the institute. She was about to say that Tatum was special and that’s why she hit on the girl as persistently as she did, but she stopped herself. That would just end up sounding bad.

Mackenzie just smirked as she observed the other girls reaction to the whole ordeal. It gave her a sense of power to have that effect on someone, and it went to her head way too quickly. Maybe that was why she hit on so many women, it just made her feel so damn good. When it came to Tatum however, it was slightly different. She found that getting a rise out of the girl was not only validating but endearing and fun. It was just how she showed her affection for the other girl. At the moment, she was trying very had not to appear too amused at the girls ranting.

“I told you that you wigged,” She laughed, she just couldn’t hold it in anymore. “And I don’t know T, what would you like to say about it?”

“Do you and Frankie wear pj’s at your sleepovers, hm?” Mackenzie wiggled her eye brows suggestively at the red head. “And what have you been getting up to on the internet young lady? Because last I checked the only place that lesbians go topless and beyond are on porn sites.” Mackenzie couldn’t help the catlike grin that was slowly forming on her lips.