ojandtostitos commented on sosuccsexy's post in blueridgeschool:

"S-Stop it!" Tatum cried out a little shrilly, slapping Mack's hand away from her as if it were covered in something terrible. She had noted the panic in the other girl's voice, knew her own wasn't hidden in the slightest, and she felt terribly vulnerable and exposed. Why did they let each other do this? Mack always came back, always took her abuse, and Tatum had no idea why. And she just kept giving it. For the life of her, she had no clue why, and she just couldn't be nice to the blonde. It was too risky.

If let her in, let her close, if she fell in love with her, that would be the end of everything, and she couldn't let that happen. Her father would be so disappointed in her, more than he already was most of the time.

"I a-am calm, that was-- that was a mistake, a r-really disgusting mistake and I just- whatever, okay? I d-don't care," she stammered out, gesturing wildly with her hands in her frustration. She looked extremely exasperated, and quite embarrassed, her cheeks high with color. Staring straight at the older girl, she swallowed a lump in her throat. "Y-You're just going to g-go and tell Hunter and S-Sera anyway, so you can high-five a-about it or whatever you do, I d-don't know! I'm not even like.."

She kept going in circles, going around the same point, and it was becoming like beating a dead horse. What was the point? She could look Mack in the eyes and tell the older girl that she was as straight as an arrow, always on the straight an narrow, but the blonde had to know it was bullshit now. They had just had their tongues down each others throats for what had felt like hours. What was there to argue that, to explain it, other than that she had wanted it? Needed it.

"F-Fuck you," she muttered with finality, her eyes starting to fill up with tears as she turned her back on the blonde and began to stalk off.