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Mackenzie just laughed, a slight pink tint appearing on her cheeks. She knew Jackie was only teasing her but there had been a little truth to his accusation. "Yeah, well, we don't really talk about those. Hunter almost smothered me with a pillow last time, made fun of me for weeks."
She bit her lip as she watched Jackie's reaction to the news, it was pretty awful if she really thought about it. She felt guilt tugging at her chest and tried to push it to the back of her mind. Things would sort themselves out, for better or worse. At least she hoped they would.
"I don't know," She frowned, her brows furrowed in thought. She knew that Tatum would probably never say yes, but she had to at least try. The other night had to mean something, Tatum wasn't the type to just sleep with people. "But yeah, all I can do is try right? If things don't go my way though, you better suit up Jackie-poo, because we'll be crashing Junior prom together!"
She held up both of her index fingers and grinned happily, she loved causing trouble. "One sophomore, plus, one senior, equals Junior prom!" She batted her eye lashes at the boy, pouting a little. "I'll even dress up sexy for you Jackie, how can you say no to that?"
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"Damn right we don't!" She suck her tongue out at Jackie, giving him the finger playfully. "I don't want to be responsible for the loss of your innocent mind!"
Mackenzie shrugged, it didn't always mean something to both parties. "I don't know, you know my past track record Jacks," she reminded him, slightly embarrassed. Jackie was like Tatum in the way that she actually felt kind of embarrassed about her whoring around. "It doesn't always mean something, so, you never know. But at least if I ask her to prom, I'll know, right?"
"You'd look so dashing in a tux though!" She whined, pouting. Although getting Jackie in a dress would be hilarious, she wondered what the staff would do if they showed up in dresses like that. "I suppose you could borrow one of my dresses, but you can't look sexier than me. It's against the rules Jackie."
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"Babe, the internet has more than corrupted my 'innocent' mind. You got nothing to worry about. Ya cool, ya know what I'm sayin'?" He reached out, pushing her shoulder playfully as he grinned at her.
"Hey," he went on, holding his hands up in defense. "I've got a track record of not getting laid. Things can change, Lady, things can change. You're gonna be all respectable now, and I ain't afraid of this change in the least. So, grab a guitar and lets get to singin'..."
Or at least something like that. He stood, skipping around the bed to get his guitar out from it's case. Coming back around he sat on the bed and looked at her with a grin. "If you come to the weddin', you'll get to see just how wrong you are about me and tuxes. Just saaaaying, just saying. And don't," he looking down at his chest. "I just don't have enough boob to really be sexy. Don't you think?"
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