ojandtostitos commented on sosuccsexy's post in blueridgeschool:

Tatum could stand there and cry, stand there and deny it until she was blue in the face, but the fact wouldn't change that Mack was right. She knew exactly what the other girl meant, and she hated herself for feeling exactly the same way. She hated the way she was itching to just turn around and push the blonde up against the tree again, go back to where they had been moments ago before reality set in.

The reality being, of course, that the feelings were unacceptable and she couldn't change that fact. She didn't see the look on Mack's face when she brought up Sam, but she swore she felt the grip on her wrist tighten up for a split second. "I d-do believe it, why w-wouldnt I? I r-really like him, he's amazing," the redhead replied, sniffling a bit. It wasn't entirely a lie. Sam was amazing, he was one of her best friends, and he was definitely cute. But kissing Sam wouldn't make her stomach flip like Mack's lips did.

"I felt a-absolutely nothing," the redhead muttered back, still not turning her head. She didn't want to look the other girl in the face while she said it. They weren't white lies, but they were lies for the best. They'd both be better off avoiding any messiness between them. "N-Nothing," she repeated.

When Mack went off, Tatum listened closely to every word. She hoped no one was nearby them, didn't want anyone to see or hear any of this. Listening to the blonde's words made the redhead's heart ache, and she suddenly felt guilty for the entire day, how she had acted, how she acted every day. Mack was how she was, a player through and through, but for some reason she had decided to try to make the younger girl smile. And Tatum couldn't let her do it. She reminded herself again how much better off they were without each other.

"I'm being f-fucking real right now!" she snapped, fighting down tears as she finally turned around and faced the older girl, regretting it as soon as she did. Frustration and desperation stood out on Mack's expression, and she was sure her own must have reflected something similar. Her cheeks felt hot with color. Yanking her hand out of the blonde's grip, she held it up against her chest instead, as if it were wounded. "Y-You and I aren't right for e-each other and you need to just.. go b-back to whatever you do and stay away from me! Fucking please!"

It was harder to keep herself restrained after that, and a little hoarse sob quickly escaped her. She lifted her hand and clenched into a fist, holding it against her lips to silence herself as she stared at the blonde across from her.