ojandtostitos commented on blueridgemod's post in blueridgeschool:

There was no way for Tatum to decide which was wigging her out more. It was a toss up between the fact that tonight was the night she was actually planning to come clean with someone other than Rath, and also the fact that she was technically sort of there with two different people. It was still mind-boggling to her, everything that had transpired between her and Mack in the last little while, but it also felt right. More right than it felt to arrive on Sam's arm.

Despite all of his best efforts to be a gentleman, Tatum was still as tense as wire, practically shaking as they were making their way into the dance. This whole thing had been her idea, but it was too late to back out now. It was tonight or never, because it wasn't fair to go on like they were. He was, after all, one of her best friends above everything else. She had broken up with Shelby that one time and he still talked to her. Maybe if Sam was mad, she just hoped he wouldn't be, Shelb would bring him back around.

Where did one begin that conversation though, really? It wasn't the world's easiest thing to breach. By the way I'm gay & and I've always been gay probably wouldn't go over well. Most guys didn't want to hear that from their girlfriend. What if he thought he turned her gay or something? Feeling her heart racing, she clutched his arm harder.

Mack was coming later, she had asked her to. She had told the blonde she maybe wanted to dance with her later, twelve o'clock-ish maybe for the last couple of songs, when everything was resolved. But it was still so early, she wasn't sure she could keep up the panic until midnight.

When they got close to the punch, Tatum squeezed Sam's arm again. "I'm dying," she laughed weakly, hesitating to fill up a cup. Stressing herself out always gave her cotton mouth.