Unexpected

3.

MICHELLE POV

I can't believe I'm about to hang out with Tatum. If he thinks I'm looking nice for him he's on a whole other level. My sister stood by my room door "awe! You look so cute!".

Giving her the eye she backed up "look I think Tatum is a nice guy who's trying here. How about you stop being a mean sour puss and feel him out".

I didn't say anything.

Hearing the door bell ringing... I walked passed her and went to open it. He stood there with a smile "Michelle you look pretty as always".

"Not too bad yourself. Now let's go before Whitney comes here to embarrass me" pushing him out the door. Hearing footsteps charging at us "wait a damn minute! Let me take a picture of you two". Rolling my eyes "damn".

Tatum gladly walked back inside pulling me to him "say cheese".

Once Whitney got her picture we left. Tatum opened the passenger door for me "thanks". I'm the car it was quiet. Not knowing where he was taking me.

"Hungry?" He asked.

"I could eat" I said.

He nodded "we can go to the local cafe". Great, the place that everyone hangs out at "cool". He must've heard the dryness in my voice "unless you have somewhere else in mind".

Shaking my head "Nope, you are the one taking me out so...". At this point I'm just waiting for this to be over. Walking into the cafe it was packed. Out of all places we come here. I instantly find a table and sat down. Tatum was busy talking to a few people at the counter.

Since he's busy then I'm going on my phone. Seeing a shadowy figure I looked up "at least you found a table".

"Yup" I said.

He sat down "you are not talkative".

"This is not my scenery" I said.

"We could leave and go somewhere else.." he said.

"No we are already here" I said. He just stared at me as if he was trying to figure me out. A young woman came over to me and smiled "Tatum?! Where have you been?!".

He smiled "hey! Just busy".

She glanced at me and back at him "wow when did you start hanging with niggers?".

"Wow! Really?! Just like that?! Huh?!. Let me tell you something..." Tatum cut me off "before she beats your ass you need to leave". She flipped her hair and walked off. I was done with this whole thing.

Getting up I just walked out of there. Standing by the car with my arms folded.  Tatum cane running out looking for me. When he spotted me he walked over "I'm sorry..."

"Hold it. I don't even want to here the Apologies" I said. He sighed he opened the car doors. I instantly got in. The ride was quiet.

He pulled over "Michelle, I don't know what to say. But I am sorry that happened".

"Are you really? Because you hang around people like that. So what makes me think you aren't like that?" I asked.

He sighed "I'm far from how they are. I don't support racism. Never have, never will".

"Right..." I said.

"I like you... a lot! I think you're beautiful. From the first time I saw you... I mean just give me a shot to prove to you I am a good guy. Let's see if this works... and if it doesn't then... can't say we didn't try" he said.

Hearing this did make me less mad. But at the same time I wasn't sure. "I don't know".

"About what?" He asked.

"Us! There's a lot with that" I said.

"If you're worried about the comments then don't worry. You're with me and I will handle that" he said.

"You are really trying to sell yourself" I joked.

He smiled "is it working?".

"Look if you even lie or I catch you with those racist people. I'm beating your ass!" I warned. He held up his hand "you got my word".

"Good" I said.

"So does this mean you'll give us a chance?" He asked.

Rolling my eyes a little "I guess so". He pulled me to him "I won't disappoint you". Don't know about that. We still don't know each other and the people he hangs around with are ignorant idiots.