Mackenzie had been stomping around the grounds for the better part of an hour, a cigarette clamped firmly between her lips. It hadn’t been a particularly bad day, but it had been a day, and she was in need of some serious relaxation. She had received an owl from her mother, which she promptly ignored just like every other owl the woman tried to send her. Classes had been their usual dull selves, and it had irritated her slightly that she spent the better part of her music class tracking down her second drum stick. Besides, there was never anything wrong with getting some fresh air and chain smoking yourself into oblivion.

She flicked away her cigarette as she came around the corner and smirked slightly as she saw a beacon of red hair occupying a rock. If the red hair wasn’t enough of an indicator, the steady stream of smoke wafting upwards from the red head only confirmed it. She walked casually over to the younger girl, taking care not to let her presence be known. As much of a paranoid mess she knew Tatum was, she couldn’t help but torment the girl a little bit.

She had learned early on that it was easy to make Tatum flustered, and it was just so cute that she couldn’t help but take advantage of it. She knew that the red head was dating some other girl or something but she didn’t really care. It wasn’t like she was invested in dating the red head, just enjoyed her company and pushing the girls buttons every once in a while. She was content protecting the younger girl and being her friend for now.

She quietly leaned down so she was just inches from the red heads ear, a cat like grin stretching across her face.

“Hey there Tater tot,” She said in an overly seductive voice, trying not to laugh. “You should be careful, your face might stick that way. And you are just too cute for that to happen.”