Mackenzie had continued to ignore Tatum's threats, thinking it was just a ploy for her to release power to her. It had happened many times before and Mack had stopped falling for it a long time ago. Tatum's final warning was different, and that made Mackenzie stop cold. They might have both had other people they were with but neither had ever flat out told the other that they held no ownership. Mackenzie felt a pain in her chest that she refused to acknowledge. In another time, she might have been hurt, upset, heartbroken, but not here. Those feelings couldn't exist here, because that would mean having to admit that she was desperately in love with Tatum, and that just couldn't happen.
Instead, Mack looked up at Tatum, glaring and searching the younger girl's eyes. There was something different about her. "What the fuck do you mean?" she demanded, her anger rising. It was the only outlet for the tornado of emotions that was happening in side of her. "What the actual fuck, Tate?"
She hadn't let the smaller girl go yet, but as soon as the old nickname slipped past her lips, she released Tatum like she had been burned. Swearing quietly to herself, she pulled out a cigarette and lit it, smoking it moodily while she glowered at Tatum.
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