"Just fucking fight me!" Tatum shouted again, giving Mack another violent shake against the ground by her shirt. She felt the girl's head thump the ground a bit and immediately felt bad, but kept herself straight faced, just staring down at her. "No one is going to believe I fucking beat you, they're just.. y-you're not even trying! If I beat you, everyone is gunna know you j-just let me win," she pleaded in a harsh whisper, surprisingly herself with the desperation of her tone.

She released Mackenzie's shirt, and lifted her head, quickly using a hand to rub over her face. Goddamnit, she couldn't start crying or doing something stupid. This was exactly why no one took her seriously. Things got tough, and she cried. Even now she could feel it building, aching in the back of the throat as she tried to keep it trapped inside.

"Don't you want to punch me too? Don't you really just, Mack? Cause I'm kind of being a cunt, too. I'm not being a very good friend," she suggested, lowering her head to stare at the blonde once more. She pulled back her hand, landing an open palm slap across Mack's face. The sound seemed to echo, and it shocked her. She immediately pulled back her hand again.

"I love that fucking cunt and you hate her and if you hate her, you can't have me. So like, if we have to just.. beat each other up and get this over with, let's fucking do it. Fight me back."