Mackenzie felt a surge of relief as she saw Tatum's face, the girl had an instant calming effect on her. She smiled weakly as she was pulled gently into the dorm room. Tatum always took such good care of her, who else would be worried she was out after curfew? She didn't even know when actual curfew was to be honest, she rarely was in before it anyway.

"Since when has curfew been an issue?" She tried to joke. She was trying to act like her old
self, like nothing was wrong at all. But felt rusty and wrong, she wasn't sure if she knew how to be herself at this point. She had spent so long just sitting in Hunter's room, it felt weird to be anywhere else.

"Thanks for letting me come over," She mumbled, looking at her feet and messing with her hands. She wasn't sure when she became such a socially useless person. With Hunter she could just sit there and bitch if she needed to but the blonde had left her alone mostly. "I didn't know who else to go to honestly. You're like, the only person I really trust you know?"

She trailed off, looking up at Tatum timidly. She wanted to know where the other girls head was, did she hate her? Was she mad about what had happened? Or did she not care? She searched her best friend's face for any kind of sign to help her gauge what the redhead was feeling.