🐞MTOABB🐞

"You and Zack?" Chloe asks.

"I honestly don't know." I shrug.

"Is this not what you wanted?" She asks.

"It is," I say.

I had been thinking of the date? - Should I even call it that? Zack confuses me. I wanted him to ask me in a way that is swoon worthy, but that wouldn't make him Zack Daniels - now would it?
I take a small heave as I grab my phone to the sound of a notification.

"I'm going to leave you to your 'love life', that's probably him," she says as she opens the door and leaves.

I shake my head as I check my phone.

Letting you know that it is in _unknown

I read the message again, not sure of what to make of it.

What's in, Zack? I thought our date is only on Saturday _Rossita

Saturday? It's not Zack. It's your English partner _Gomes

Prinse? _Rossita

Let me guess - you spoke with Cassandra? _Gomes

Is it that obvious? _Rossita

Went from calling me a dork to Gomes to now Prinse. There's only one person who would bother to tell you my name _Gomes

Right. What is in again? _Rossita

The literature assignment _Gomes

You got it done? Well thanks _Rossita

I didn't really do it for you _Gomes

Umm... the new dork boy has got a mouth _Rossita

Prinse Gomes - need to seriously find out what he is about.

No you don't -- you've finally got Zack.

I sit there for a minute as I internally debate with myself. Gomes -- I mean, Prinse only came to mind because--

Stop making excuses Rossita!

This is the part where I ignore my very loud and outspoken conscious.

Didn't mean for that to be interpreted in a manner that would be considered rude _Gomes

Who are you, Prinse? _Rossita

I sigh as I rest my phone in between my breasts as I take slow mildly breaths.

Could he be both a dork and a...

I ignore my thoughts as I switch off my phone without even bothering to check the notification that came in - I knew it was him. He was the only person I was texting.

You've figured me out -- I have no friends or maybe I've told you this already.

If you could see the look in my eyes right now, you would see through my disguise -- I'm broken just like you.

🐞My Type Of A Bad Boy🐞

Do you ever just sit and wonder if you took a different route you'd meet a different person?

"I barely see you in the corridors," I say as I find myself walking next to him.

"Looks like you need glasses," he says.

"Talking about glasses, where is yours?" I ask as I glare into his eyes -- sky blue -- it calls out to me and all I can do is stare and pray I don't say something stupid in the meantime.

"At home," he says as he looks forward and begins to slowly walk.

"So you don't need them? Are you even supposed to be wearing glasses?" I ask accusingly.

"I'm ninety percent blind without glasses," he says as he stops in his pace. "I'm wearing contact lenses if you were wondering."

One minute he is standing there just staring at me, the next he is up close, staring into my eyes and the proximity is making me anxious.

I close my eyes unknowingly to collect my thoughts before they wonder somewhere unknown.

"I'm not going to kiss you," he whispers as he brings himself upright and my eyes flutter open as I take in what he has just said.

"I didn't want you to kiss me, Gomes," I say.

"Then why close your eyes?" He asks amused.

"I was thinking," I say, defending myself or better yet, my dignity. "I wouldn't kiss you regardless of whether you wanted to or not."

"I'm no longer beautiful?" He questions,  referring to the statement I had made at his house.

I wasn't lying when I made that statment-he is a very beautiful boy.

"So if I was to try and kiss you, you'd shove me away?"

"Are we still talking about this? Seriously." I roll my eyes, as I know full well that I don't know what it feels like to have another human's lips on mine.

He chuckles before taking out his phone from his back pocket. Another notification pings and his smile turns upside down.

"Is something the matter?" I ask with with concern sketched on my face.

"I need to go," he says as he leaves, not even a gander to the back.