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"Dude, you're so embarrassing," Tatum sighed, shaking her head back. "Thank god I don't need you as like, a character reference or something. You make me sound like some basement dweller. Which I totally am not anymore," she insisted, frowning. "I go to parties now, I might as well be a popular kid," she joked.
When Mackenzie suggested actually holding hands, Tatum raised an eyebrow at the blonde. "You think they're going to listen to my story if you need to hold my hand the whole time? Maybe I should just man up.. but manning up is scary."
It had to be getting even closer to dinner now. Staring up at the campus buildings, Tatum reached her hand up to chew the side of her thumb nail. "Let's eat and decide from there. I'm so starving."
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Tatum laughed, shaking her head. "Okay, you're probably right.. popular kid might be a bit of a stretch," she admitted. "But the basement dwelling is past tense, right? I'm leaps and bounds from where I used to be. I haven't even gone to the comic shop to pick up anything new in like, a month and a half. Even if some of that I was home, and I went to that comic store.. that's different."
She watched Mackenzie's hand disappear into her jeans pockets, before lifting her head to look more closely at the blonde as she spoke. "I might take you up on your offer. Maybe," Tatum agreed. She laughed as Mackenzie's stomach growled, and she reached out to prod it gently. "What else is new? You put my munchies to shame. I don't know how you look so damn good, must be all that sport playing."
Taking a few more steps toward the school, Tatum stopped long enough to glance over her shoulder at Mackenzie and continue speaking. "All of that anonymous sex probably helps too," she teased.
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"That's what I say about video games! They're like, art. But no one listens to me when I say that either," Tatum sighed, laughing a bit as Mackenzie protested and caught up with her. "I know that feel," she assured her, reaching over to pat the older girl's back.
They were basically at the door to Sonnier now, but Tatum stopped them a few paces away, seeming intent to get one more dig in before she let them get to dinner. "Name six, and I'll admit that I'm wrong. Not even last names, give me six first names. Preferably from the last six months," she insisted, raising an eyebrow at her friend.
"Prove me wrong, dude."
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Mackenzie smirked at the red head, “You assume that there were multiple women in the last six months. Maybe I was only sleeping with a few of them multiple times.” She had to admit it all sounded kind of bad, she did sleep around when she felt like it. Spring break hadn’t exactly been the trip of chastity or anything, or the trip of sobriety either.
“Uh…Well there’s Quinn, Marina,” She began ticking off the names on her fingers. “Jessica, and I don’t mean Hunter, that’s gross. Kim, Rachel and Heather. There, six names of six women.” She stuck out her tongue, but then sucked it back in quickly.
“That just makes me sound like a slut,” She said, pouting. “No fair Tatum.”
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