Not So Romeo

2

Shawn

I heard her before I saw her. The crunching of leaves and snapping of branches gave her away. I hide behind a tree just before she comes into view. Tatum steps into the clearing, looking around for any form of life.

I step on a small stick and it snaps, causing her to jump. "Who's out here." her voice is steady but I can tell she's a bit nervous by the look on her face. I throw a rock and she spins around to face where it landed. I snap another twig and she starts to shake. "Seriously, who's out here?"

I walk up behind her silently and put my hands on her shoulders. She instantly screams and I'm quick to put my hand over her mouth. She pulls my hand from her mouth and turns towards me, looking incredibly pissed off and I smirk, trying not to laugh.

"Shawn Andrews." she spits my name with so much venom, it takes me off guard for a moment.

My smirk returns to my face, "Tatum Mackenzie. It's not everyday I see little miss goody two-shoes bunking."

"And it's not everyday I'm manhandled by some psycho delinquent." she shoots back.

I chuckle, "well I guess there's a first time for everything." I take a cigarette from the pack that was in my pocket and light it, taking a long drag and watching the look of disgust grow on Tatum's face. Purposely blowing the smoke in her face and laughing when the look of disgust grows. She coughs twice to show she doesn't like it.

"You know, smoking is a terrible habit that could get you killed." she stated matter of factly.

I roll my eyes, "that's what I'm hoping for." her eyes widen at my confession and I laugh again.

She slaps my arm, "that's not something to joke about."

"I'm not joking. I only laughed because you looked like a deer caught in headlights." she just rolls her eyes.

After a few more drags I put the cigarette out and put the bud in the pack. "Well at least you don't litter."she mumbles and follows me as I walk out of the woods.

She follows me all the way to my car and looks up at me with her big doe eyes. I lean against the side of my car and sigh. "What are you doing out here, Tatum?"

She gives me an incredulous look, "what does it look like I'm doing?"

I sigh again, "no, I mean why?"

She shrugs. "I don't know. I guess I just don't want to be the stereotypical good girl anymore."

"Tatum, there's nothing wrong with being a good girl." I mean it. She's honestly so cute and pure.

This time, she sighs. "I know, but that's not who I really am. I mean I've never done drugs or anything and today was my first time ditching but I have snuck out of the house quite a few times and I have a terrible mouth." She rambles and I can't help but chuckle at how cute she is.

"Wow, I completely misjudged you. You are terrible." I say sarcastically.

"Your sarcasm is not appreciated. And I know I'm supposed to hate you because of our families but can you please help me get rid of this good girl image?"

I raise an eyebrow, "what's in it for me?"

"What do you want?"

"Hmm. I don't know. I'll think about it. Now hop in." She smiles and jumps into the passenger seat of my black BMW i8.