Mackenzie was at a slight loss for words, she never knew that Tatum had this confident, devilish side. For someone who seemed like a dork most of the time, she knew how to press Mackenzie’s buttons. Which shouldn’t have surprised her, Tatum knew her better than anyone, besides maybe Hunter. The girl knew exactly what would get a rise out of her, Mackenzie should have realized how screwed she was.

“Uh…Yeah, okay,” she swallowed. She did not want to watch Dev videos while Tatum could make any comment she wanted. She was pretty sure the girl was trying to kill her. “It’s a good one alright.”

Mackenzie felt her body tense up as Tatum walked up to her, her heart was pounding in her chest. As strange as it sounded, she wasn’t used to other girls initiating physical contact. She was usually the one who invaded other peoples bubbles, but this was something that she wasn’t entirely comfortable with. It didn’t help that it was Tatum, and she couldn’t really read the girl as well as she wanted to.
To Mackenzie’s relief, and slight disappointment, Tatum just patted her on the shoulders. She listened as Tatum talked about Frankie, her stomach seizing up as she continued to talk about the girl. Where was this jealousy coming from? She never got jealous like she was right now. Her hands were starting to get clammy as she clenched them by her sides. A small glimmer of realization hit her and she could feel the panic rising in her chest. All those things that Tatum listed sounded exactly how she felt when around the red head, for god sakes it was happening right now.

“Well fuck,” she said weakly, freaking out a little when she realized the had spoken out loud. “Ahh…uh…Well I’m glad you uh…found the right one.” She stepped back slightly, to put a little more space between them as she tried to compose herself. “Well uh, yeah that sounds about right,” She nodded, trying not to make eye contact.