🐞MTOABB🐞

"I don't know who he is calling little, we are the same age," she says."

Are you still wearing these glasses?" She asks, arching her eyebrow.

"Leave. We're busy," he says straining his voice. "...please."

"Your act isn't fooling anyone," she says as she turns to leave. "Nice to meet you Rossita, hope to see you around."

"Sorry about her," he says with a small smile.

"She seems nice." I shrug.

"Just don't listen to anything she says," he says and I arch an eyebrow.

"Want anything to drink before we head upstairs?" He asks, pointing in the direction of the kitchen.

"Upstairs? I'm not into you," I say abruptly.

"Umm... the assignment, Rossita, unless you want to stay downstairs - it's all fine with me," he says with hurt evident in his eyes.

This is the part where I hide.
How embarrassing -- this day hasn't gotten any better.

"A bottle of water is fine," I say, mastering an apologetic smile.

He grabs a bottle of water without uttering another word. We make our way towards his room before he stops to open it for me.

"After you." He gestures and my heart involuntarily melts.

I gaze through his room to be welcomed to bare plain white walls - not even a photo or two. His bed situated close to the framed window overseeing the backyard. He has  average sized couches with a plain glass table opposite his bed.

To put it straight- his house is plain -- his room is plain which makes Gomes very plain.

"Not much of a decorater, I see," I say as I continue to stand.

"I guess so." He nervously laughs as he scratches the back of his head.

We ended up spending two hours straight into the project and by now, I was in need of a break.

"So tell me about yourself?" I ask, leaning back on the very comfortable couch.

"There's not much to say. What you see is kind of what you get" He says nonchalantly.

"Right, so you're a dork then," I bluntly say which results in him throwing his head back in laughter which quickly brings a smile to my face.

"If that's what you see, then sure," he says, still with a smile on his face.

A short heave as I keep grazing my eyes on his face. His blond hair just like his sister's, but the only difference being short and messy. It's like he didn't have a care in the world. I keep coming back to his eyes and this time he was watching me -- he smirked as he kept looking at me and I quickly looked elsewhere.

"I like Zack," I say and with that he replaces his smirk with a mawkish smile.

"Okay," he utters like he hadn't felt chemistry building between us mere seconds ago.

"I need to get going," I say as I stand up, already missing the feel of the couch.

🐞My Type Of A Bad Boy🐞

"Will you talk to me now?" He says, after I decide to answer an unknown number, but who could possibly not know who he was.

If you haven't guessed it yet, it's Zack.
Yes - Zack Daniels.

"You are?" I ask acting oblivious to who he is.

"Didn't mommy dearest teach you not answer unknown callers?" He asks and I can already picture his smirk on full display.

"Well in that case I'm going to end the call," I blurt out and I'm already mentally slapping myself.

Don't lecture me. Am I not doing a good job of that already?

"You want to hang up on me, Rose?" He asks.

"Yes," I say, slightly giving up my front and smiling, but only because he wasn't there to see me.

"You seemed disappointed that it was your cheek that got a little taste of my lips?" He says snickering.

"No I didn't," I say, coming to my defense as no one else is here to do it for me.

But in defense of what? He is not lying - I wanted him to badly take my first kiss that I was beginning to sound delusional.

"Do me a solid?" He asks.

"What is it?" I say.

"Close your eyes for me."

"Why?" I ask confused.

"Just do it Rossita," he says sternly.

"Okay," I say, but who was I kidding. He wouldn't know if my eyes were closed or not.

"Close your damn eyes Rossita. It's a simple order," he says and in that moment I presumed he had rolled his eyes.

"You're not going to order me around Zack, that's not the type of person that I am," I say exhorting a sense of confidence that I didn't think I had when talking to Zack.

"Forget I said anything," he says nonchalantly.

"Is this why you called?" I ask after a few seconds of silence.

He cuts the call and I'm left looking like a fool with the phone still in hand. Why do boys like Zack confuse girls like me?