CLASSY MOTHERF*****S.

Chapter Eleven: Sit Still

"Miss Tatum, you have a call waiting for you downstairs." Nana knocked on my door and I immediately made my way down.

Nana was in front of me as I walk and she handed me the telephone.

"A fine lad is looking for you." She smiled giving me a wink before walking away.

Wait? What? What the fuck?!

I pressed the phone on my ear, "Hello?"

"Hey. I don't know what I'm thinking but..can you wear a dress tonight? When I pick you up? I'd like to take you somewhere." The voice was muffled or maybe I was just becoming deaf,

"Wait, who is this?" I asked.

"You were just kissing me awhile ago and-"

He was doing it in purpose, trying to annoy me. "Ah yes. Enough with the profanities. Wait, are you asking me out on a date?" I whispered.

"I'm afraid I am." He chuckled on the other line and I swear it was the best thing I had ever heard.

"I'll think about it." I kid...sort of.

"What?!" He shouted on the other line, "I'm driving on the way to your house now and I'm just 2 blocks away and you just-"

"I was joking, okay? Jesus find your chill."

"Find my what?"

"Oh I forgot your too old for-"

"Did you just call me old?"

"Enough with this banter" I laughed a little. "Don't pick me up in front of my house or my mother is going to throw a fit. Wait by the oak tree in front of the no parking sign. I'm hanging up now and try to get myself ready." I didn't give him a chance to speak before ending the call.

I paced back to my room to get ready. My heart beating loud that I could hear it pumping blood in my chest.

What the hell am I doing?

I grabbed a dress from my closet. It was a white halter dress and I loved how the cloth felt on my skin so I want to wear it tonight. I paired it with my red ballet flats and I felt good about how my hair was wavy and it wasn't everywhere. I retouched my make up and grabbed my red purse to match where I keep my phone and a compact powder with my credit card.

As I skip the hallways to exit my room I stopped dead on my tracks once I saw my mother her heels tapping against the marbled floor.

"Where do you think you are going?" She asked on a harsh tone.

"I'm going to my friend's house. We have a school project to work on, due on Friday." I lied.

"Do you think I'm stupid to believe that? I wasn't born yesterday, Tatum. I heard you were talking to some boy on the phone."

"I'm old enough to handle my own, Mother!"

"As long as you live under my roof and you eat the food on my table, I have every right to do things according to how I want it to be. I'm your mother!"

"I know what I'm doing!!" I exclaimed before running. Afraid that she might lock me up in my room for answering back. I had to get away. Even just for tonight.

I closed the door shut behind me as I started running towards the old oak tree down the road.

The familiar black sedan was parked in front and Mr. Hemmings was standing near his car leaning against his car door. He's still wearing a suit, different from fish church clothes from awhile ago. He looked very intimidating as usual.