CLASSY MOTHERF*****S.

Chapter Two: Its You Again

I checked myself one last time in my full length mirror before deciding to call Nana to zip up my dress.

Its Sunday and as usual, my mother and I would have to go to church.

She told me that loving Jesus and placing Jesus in my heart will lead me to having a never ending happiness in my life and God will grant all of my wishes and prayers. In my point of view, she just wants to go to church to show people how wealthy we are with all the jewelry she's wearing and I know for a fact that she's fancying the Reverend. It's not really about placing Jesus inside my heart but it's actually going to church to uplift my mom's well known wealthy status.

As soon as Nana zipped my dress up which was a white laced dress with a frilly end. I had to wear white ankle boots with stiletto heels to match it.

When we arrived in our church the people I bumped into complimented my look and told me that I looked like an angel. White, beautiful and pure. Little did they know that there is an insanely trapped girl inside me just waiting to kill people. I'm just kidding, depends how much my mother will make me crazy, plus I'm already trapped in her little world, I'm like a trophy daughter. Little did everyone know I am not that girl my mom introduces to everyone over. I'm not pure as these people would like to put it, I'm not innocent either not ignorant, I know that this world is cruel and people around me aren't as nice as they hope and led you on to be. 

A few minutes before the praise started my mother and I sat in front. First row may I just add. I hate that she always wanted the attention.

I felt a light tap on my shoulder causing me to look up.

"Why hello, Tate. Would you mind if my wife and I sit beside you?" Mr. Hemmings asked, making my stomach churn and butterflies fly everywhere when he didn't remove his hand on my boney shoulder.

"Well of course we don't" My annoying mother answered before me, before the question can truly sink in to my brain. I wasn't even given a chance to even open my mouth. How unpredictable. I rolled my eyes. Sure.

The whole time the Reverend was talking my attention was just focused with Mr. and Mrs. Hemmings.

They both looked perfect with their matching formal clothes.

Mr. Hemmings wore a navy blue button up whilst his wife...Adelaide wore a navy blue dress. Simple but classy. You can barely see that their clothes were hella expensive even if it looked simple. Its unbelievable.

Mrs. Hemmings caught me staring and she smiled at me. My body tensed up and I felt embarrassed. I smiled back pretending that it was nothing.

After the long and deadly wait for church to finish. I found myself breathing in the fresh air behind the church near the well where I would usually wait for my mother every time the church finishes. Since, she was most likely to roam around and greet everyone like she was trying to ask for support for a political statement or maybe screwing around with the Reverend? Hmm, don't know don't care. 

"Why are you alone, Tate?"

"For the love of God and for the last time my name is Tatum not Tate." I exclaimed before facing the person who was standing behind me. 

Shit.

"Mr. Hemmings, I didnt mean to be disrespectful-"

He cut me off by laughing. Showing me his pearly whites. I looked up at him. His height towering me like the goddamn Eiffel Tower that he is.

"I just don't like that nickname." I blush trying to hide my face. I need the ground to swallow me please.

Why am I feeling like this? He has this unknown effect on me and I should be disgusted with myself but instead, I find it fucking amusing. His touch's foreign, nothing I have ever experienced nor felt. He smells good too, expensive and good.

"Dont worry. Your mother will not hear of this..attitude," He smirked and gave me a wink and I was caught off guard.

"Tatum?" My mother called, "Oh Luke, I didn't know you were out here with my daughter. I hope she is not causing you any trouble?"

I swear then and there I wanted to hurt her. I'm not 5 years old for fucks sake. What trouble did she think I'll get into? 

"Mother-" I gritted thru my teeth.

"No, Lisa. She is not. She's a fine lady." He exclaimed smiling.

I didn't know that his compliments also had an effect on me. I also don't know why my feelings are stirring up for him. He is a married man and what I am doing...feeling for him is inappropriate. And just a few nights ago in Madame Jorge's Husband's party I wasn't fond of him or whatever but what is this that I am thinking about now? I am completely thinking of inappropriate and irrelevant things. Come to think of it, ever since the party, he has always been what I was thinking about. I shouldn't be getting into this.

I shook my thoughts away when I felt Mr. Hemmings' arm around my waist. Guiding me on my way to my mother. I was feeling very fluttery and hot like I was insanely thinking that maybe he likes me or something or maybe he is just being a gentleman. I feel bothered about this thought.

What the fuck, Tatum?! He's 30 and happily married and you're a 17 year old virgin. Stop fantasizing!

"Lisa, if you dont mind. My wife and I are having BBQ for lunch. It is going to be very meaningful if you and your daughter eat with us."

"Are you sure your wife wouldnt mind?"

"No not all. You and your daughter are both very much welcome."

"Lets go then!" I exclaimed butting in their conversation.

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A/N. changed Tatum's age from 19 to 17. I think it's a bit better.