One look at Mackenzie told Tatum that something wasn't sitting right with her. She had no idea what it was, but she had a feeling it didn't even have to do with their stupid bet. It seemed more serious than that, and Tatum hated the small awkward silence between them, the tension briefly occupying their air. She opened her mouth, about to ask if Mack was okay, but she quickly stopped herself.

Hassling the girl with questions would be useless. If Mackenzie wanted to tell her, she would. Trying to get in her face about it would never work, especially if it was something seriously bothering her. The last thing Tatum wanted to do was make her shut down about it, but it was always so hard to navigate situations like this. She was shit at picking and choosing her words, tip-toeing around subjects.

Taking her best bet, the chicken shit's way out, Tatum just nodded her head. "Yeah. I'm really glad, too.. I never thought a girl that pretty would want to go out with me, you know?" she mused, watching Mackenzie as she stepped back, spacing them out. Tatum lowered her hands to her side, sliding them back into her pockets again.

She had a feeling she was embarrassing her friend now, and decided to back off, avoiding eye contact herself as she turned to start walking the rest of the distance to the school. "You'll know when you find her. I bet you'll make that girl feel the same way I do," she assured her friend, the best she could come up with, her cheeks blushing a little as she said it. "If any girl feels like I do about Frankie, she's definitely in love. Or whatever.. you know."

She usually tried to avoid getting all mushy, but sometimes it just came out. Especially when she was high. She always got so overly emotional; it usually just made her cry at things on tv or movies, but it could come out in all sorts of awkward ways when other people were around.