Mackenzie hadn't thought that Tatum would actually hit her, it came as much as a shock to the blonde as it did to the other girl. She had thought at worst, Tatum would tell her to fuck off or maybe try to shove her away. One moment Mackenzie was stepping cautiously towards the redhead, trying to calm her down, and the next thing Mack knew she was seeing stars. Bringing a hand instinctively up to her face, she had to shake her head a few times to get her vision to re-focus. Eventually, her left eye became less blurry, but the right eye was another story.
The blonde could already tell that the eye was swelling shut, and if she hadn't been a mess of conflicting emotions, she would have complimented the girl on her killer right hook. Today wasn't any normal day however, and combined with everything else that had happened today, the blonde girl just couldn't find it in herself to keep up her usual facade. Instead she was angry, and hurt, and she couldn't hide it any longer. This was what she got for trying to be nice to people, this was exactly why she never bothered getting close to anyone.
"You know what? Fine," She said calmly, straightening up and dropping her hand away from her injured eye. It hadn't shut completely, but she couldn't see much out of it, what she saw was blurry at best. It was going to bruise badly, if it hadn't already begun to change color. She could probably fix it easily, but right now she didn't particularly feel like heeling it. She wished she felt as calm and indifferent as she sounded, but inside she could feel her anger rearing it's ugly head. She had to get out of here before she said something she would regret.
"Go enjoy your little boy toy. I really couldn't fucking care less." She said, backing away, her arms raised in defeat. She let out an exasperated laugh, "I don't even fucking know why I bothered coming today. Apple pickin' is for nerds, I've got better things to do on a Saturday." With that she whipped out her wand and disapperated with a loud "crack".