🐞MTOABB🐞

Friday mornings are no fun -- especially if I have to wait a whole two days till I see Zack again.

I walk into the corridor with my head indulged in one of Francine Pascal's Sweet Valley Sage. Both twins are total opposites of me or maybe I could relate to Elizabeth Wakefield a tidbit as we both love to entertain ourselves with books. How is it that she can possibly get any guy she sets her eyes on, and as for me? -- I'm stuck as a damsel in need of some male attention.

I spot Zack a few feet away from me and I build the courage to do what a neutral would never do.

"Are we not talking?" I ask him as I make my way in his direction. He is usually never alone, so when he is, he's usually deep in his thoughts so I had to repeat myself.

Do you have to ask me how I know this right now?

"Not right now, Rossita," he says without even gazing in my direction.

"Does Zack have feelings now?" I ask, trying to shove him, but he barely moves with my petite weight doing nothing but prove how weak I am.

"Am I not human?" He asks, and I'm left with no way of defending myself.

He was right and I was a total douche.

I'm never like this- I'm always minding my own business, but being with him, I'm a different person.
Do I like who I am when I am with him?
I could stand here and pretend like I do, but being with him, I become vulnerable to potential heartbreak - I know it.

"I didn't mean it like that," I say.

"Yeah, that's what everyone says." He smirks shaking his head.

I pull at his arm in an attempt to apologize, but he grabs my wrist. "Don't," he growls.

"I'm trying to apologize," I whine.

"I don't want your damn apology," he states.

"Why are you acting up?" I ask.

"I just feel like I want to be a fucking bitch today." He rolls his eyes.

"Should I let you be?" I ask as I examine his face in search of a reaction.

"Do what you please. I'm not holding you," he says, and both our eyes avert to his hand still holding my wrist.

"Yeah, that last part is very clear," I say, sarcasm lingering on my every word as I roll my eyes.

🐞My Type Of A Bad Boy🐞

I ring his door bell, having learned my lesson the last time I knocked for a few minutes too long. A very barefoot and shirtless Gomes opens the door.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, not very pleased.

Did I do something to these boys or is Friday just not their day?

"We still need to finish the project. It needs to be in by Monday or did you forget?" I ask, throwing him a judging look.

"I'll finish it by then, right now you need to leave," he says urgently as he closes the door behind him, which results in me moving a few steps backwards.

"So this means you're not inviting me inside?" I ask staring at the closed door before allowing my eyes to level with his.

"I'm sorry, today is just a unique day for me," he shrugs with a small smile.

"You're gorgeous."

"A gorgeous dork or just gorgeous?" He asks throwing his head back in laughter.

Rossita! Think before you speak - it's that simple.

"I said that out loud?" I ask, although it wasn't a question - we both knew I did and I wanted to find a kist to throw myself into.

"I won't tease or mention it if you don't want me to, but right now, I need to run back inside," he scratches the back of his head. "I hope I'm not being rude."

"It's okay," I say as I watch him retrieve back inside.

Do dorks go to the gym?