thedirtysouth posted in blueridgeschool:

"No!" She groaned as she realized that Hunter must have meant that she had shown up at the dance. No wonder Professor Sato wanted to see her now. She must have been practically falling over herself by the time she had shown up to the dance, especially if she couldn't even remember leaving her room. What Hunter told her next made her want to cry, she could feel a sharp pain in her chest that caused her to curl in on herself a little. "No, no, no, no, no!" She chanted, her head in her hands. She had ruined everything, had shown up to homecoming and made a huge scene, and she had done it to the one person in the world that she had let in. She had screamed at her, something that her sober self could never imagine doing. Tatum was just so small, so fragile, how could she have done something like this?

Mackenzie was up off her bed and grabbing Hunter by her shoulders faster than she had ran for the bathroom. She could feel her stomach plummeting with dread. It had to have been bad if Hunter was telling her it was "kinda harsh". Hunter, who was the least tactful person she knew, was telling her that she had torn Tatum apart. Not only just screamed at her, but in front of most of the school. Mackenzie knew how much the little redhead hated attention, especially in a big group. She had really fucked up, had let her emotions get the best of her, and now here she was. She had probably ruined the only worth while relationship she would ever allow herself to have.

She felt so stupid, she hated that the redhead could illicit such emotion in her. She had been so angry that Tatum wouldn't go to homecoming with her. So upset that she wanted the other girl so badly, that she couldn't get over her. She wanted so badly to be able to brush this whole thing off like every other girl she had ever gone after. She loved Tatum, and the girl just kept pushing her away. Mackenzie wasn't used to not getting what she wanted, and so she had turned to sulking. Just like the little kid that she was inside, she had sulked, drank and from the sound of it threw a tantrum. She needed to fix this, because if she didn't have Tatum, she didn't know what she would do.

She looked the taller girl desperately, the look in her eyes begging her to tell her it wasn't true. "No," she repeated again. She was almost afraid to ask the next question, "W-what did I say to her? How bad was it Hunt? I have to know."