ojandtostitos commented on blueridgemod's post in blueridgeschool:

Tatum had been pretty oblivious to everything going on, quite content to just keep her face against Sam's shoulder, occasionally lifting it to crack a little joke or say something softly. It was just one dance, but it had been still hard to avoid thinking about all of the eyes on them, on the whole homecoming court. She never would have ever imagined herself up on that stage, or out on the floor, but there she was. She wasn't sure how it had all happened, but she just kept reminding herself that her parents would be pleased.

In the end, that was what mattered. Whether she felt embarrassed enough to die, whether she felt bad about anything going on in her life right then, at least they'd be happy. It would be a good distraction to get them off of her back for a while, she had gone to homecoming with her boyfriend, and not only that, but they had won king and queen. What more could they ask for?

When the slow song that had been playing died away, replaced by something more upbeat, Tatum felt a rush of relief. Other people were coming back to the dance floor, all of the fuss over with, and she was sure that the relief was showing on her face now as she looked up at Sam. "I love t-this song," she informed him quietly.

Before she could say anymore, Mack had suddenly appeared, and Tatum gaped at her as she saw the blonde shoving through the crowd over Sam's shoulder. She was drunk, that much went without saying, as if the bottle clutched in her hand and the way she could barely stand did any good to help her deny it. She was definitely plastered. "W-What are you--" she got out, before the blonde was slurring, going off. She didn't realize she had begun shaking until she realized her hands were trembling, gripping the front of Sam's shirt tightly.

She didn't even know what to say, just shrinking further and further as the blonde got louder and louder. When Mack shoved Sam, the redhead squeaked slightly, feeling her eyes swelling up with tears. People were looking again, but for an entirely different reason now. "What are y-you doing!" she managed to get out again, rather shrilly.