🐞MTOABB🐞

"Cassandra! -" he grabs his sister's keys. "We need to go."

I take my last spoon of cheerios before grabbing my backpack.

"Give me a second!" She shouts from upstairs.

"A second already passed."

"Don't be a smart ass, Prinse," she says walking down the stairs.

Pretty as always, I try not to compare myself to her.

"Looks like no one wanted to wake me up," Jordan says, coming down the stairs in pajamas.

"Morning," I say.

"Morning. -" she grabs the kettle of coffee and pours it in a cup for herself. "Before I forget, your mom called -"

Oh shit! I knew she was going to catch on.

"What did she say?" I ask.

"She asked if I can get you home straight after school, but we all know I won't be doing that, so Cass will drop you."

"She doesn't have to, I will," Prinse utters.

"No, I want Cass to drop me," I say, deciding not to meet Gomes's stare.

"I wish I could, but I have somewhere to be. Why don't you have your boyfriend drop you?" She suggests and I nod.

It's not like last night's conversation was at all uncomfortable, but having Prinse take me home would be a disaster waiting to happen.

Why?

I'm with Zack - so why have Prinse take me home if he can?

🐞My Type of a Bad Boy🐞

"Ms. Jenkins and Mr. Gomes, you're up next," Mr. Miller says and my throat goes dry.

I watch as Gomes smiles at me - so oblivious to my little late night rendezvous with my notebook.

We both move to stand.

"Only one of you."

I give him a quick glance and nod for him to go to the front. I hand him the letter closed and I sit back down.

I bite my tongue - anxious of what his reaction would be.

I stare at him, confidently standing there in front of the class.

He opens the letter and my stomach does a somersault flip.

"10 things she-" he halts, stares at me and returns back to the letter, "-loves about him."

"I love the way-" he clenches his teeth, "-you smile at me."

I throw him a smile and he shakes his head.

"It's as if it was only meant for me to see."

He looks back at me and this time - he smiles.

"I love the way you touch my skin - only to try and annoy me." He looks up and arches an eyebrow at me.

"I love the way you kiss me - when I'm crying and you're all that I need."

The girls swoon and I join along. Hearing Gomes recite a love letter I wrote does something to a girl.

"I love the way you tickle me - even though I tell you I won't laugh. I love the way you squeeze me to death - but still say it's your way of cuddling."

I throw my arms around myself in an attempt to cuddle - well that was a fail as Gomes snickers at me.

"I love the way you wear your jeans - even if I say you look ridiculous. I love the way you undress me with your eyes-," he pauses, holds my stare and continues to read. "-and tell me that I'm your favourite candy." He smirks and I could feel my face turning into a ripe tomatoe - blood-red and very juicy.

"I love the way you say good morning at night - just to see my smile before our eyes close shut. I love the way you snore louder - when I nudge you in the middle of the night."

"I think Ms. Jenkins can read the rest of the letter, don't you think so?" He asks Mr. Miller, who seemed very invested in the words being spoken.

"You are doing a terrific job, go on ahead  Mr. Gomes," he says.

It was the first time I saw him roll his eyes - or maybe he does it on a regular and I happen not to catch on.

"I love the way you sneeze - as if you're having a seizure. I love the way I can never hate you - even if you end up breaking my heart."

He said that last line while staring at me and it gave me chills - it was like his eyes spoke words only I knew.

"I love the way I love you - like only you matter," he closes off and moves quietly  back to his seat.

The boys whistle amidst the applause and I sit there - frozen to the core in my seat.

He turns to look at me. "So you snore," he smirks.

"I don't snore, I peacefully sing through my nose." I smile, knowing he wasn't angry at my little stunt.