This couldn't actually be happening. Just when she thought everything was going so well, and just getting back to normal. Any of the relaxation she had been enjoying earlier was gone, and she felt herself getting madder at Mackenzie by the second. How could she do this to her? Just when things were getting better.

She jumped again when Bekka grabbed her chair, and she quickly craned her neck around to look up at the other girl. "Will you k-keep your fucking voice down!?" she found herself snapping, regretting it as soon as she said it. That was defensive. She was defensive. What was the point in hiding it any longer?

Frankie and Rowan were just next door. The walls, while not paper thin, certainly weren't soundproof. When Bekka let go of the chair, Tatum jumped out of it, pacing over to the windowsill and standing there. Just staring out and scrubbing her hands quickly over her face. This was bad, so fucking bad.

"I-I'm not-- I'm not a slut! Fuck you, I didn't mean to, we just-- it happened unexpectedly," she finished lamely, feeling like hyper-ventilating again. It had been a stupid mistake after all, hadn't it? She should have known.

She had honestly forgot they had even been in Bekka's bed until now, with the girl screaming at her. She had been so focused on Mack, the location had been irrelevant.