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Mack/Tatum @ 11:17 am

[info]ojandtostitos commented on [info]sosuccsexy's post in [info]blueridgeschool:

When Tatum saw the other girl's eye swelling up, she felt instantly worse. Then there was the momentary flicker of anger she had seen on the blonde's face before she began to address her with sudden calmness. The redhead fought for her voice, telling herself to keep it together and not cry again and to just apologize, but Mack was backing away from her in the other direction before she could react.

It was exactly what she had asked for, but she fought the urge to reach out and pull her back in again. Before she had the chance to confuse either of them any further though, the older girl had disappeared entirely, the crack seeming like it was resonating through the trees for a few seconds. Tatum stood there stunned, staring at where the blonde had just been standing, before having to push her fist back up to her mouth to stop the sobs again.

She really didn't feel like being here anymore, but she was sure that Sera would give her hell if she left without saying anything. Mack could get away with it, she couldn't. Sera would surely give her hell anyway when the older girl told her sister when what happened. But it had been an accident, or at least the hitting her part had. When Julian had absently suggested violence earlier in the week, Tatum had never expected to actually use it.

Turning to look back toward the farm and, presumably, where everyone else was still milling about, Tatum sighed heavily before returning to the tree that Mack had jumped out of earlier. Sniffling, she climbed the branches slowly, not afraid to fall but still unsure of her movements. She had never really been the type of kid to climb trees, or jump fences. She went up half as far as Mack had gone, sitting on a solid branch there and leaning against the trunk of the tree. She would just stay up there until it was time to go, she'd wait until Sera called her, and then she'd go and face whatever she had to do. Until then, she would just sit up there and cry, her hands pressed over her face.
 

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