🐞MTOABB🐞

"Chloe, I need my curling iron for tonight," I say making my way towards her bedroom door.

"There's it," she says pointing at the untouched iron on her dressing board.

"You got what you wanted, finally you can stop moaning about being miserable."

I stare at Chloe, already getting my thoughts together before uttering a word. "I guess bad boys are my type after all."

She tilts her head in laughter before checking her notification.

"What has got you checking your phone so fast," I ask curiously.

"Its just Prinse, no one that important," she says with an eye roll.

I...
I just stare at her.

What do I say to that?
I shouldn't feel any sort of way -- I'm with Zack now.

But...

Why would he text her out of everyone?

I grab my curling iron and exit her room, leaving her laying around her cluster of clothes on her bed.

🐞My Type Of A Bad Boy🐞

I ring the bell, not waiting to think so that I will change my mind.
The creak of the door notifies me of it's opening and I wait patiently for the person behind the door to show themselves.

"Hi," she gushes sounding surprised. "What brings you here?" She asks.

"Hi Ms. Gomes, is Prinse here," I ask gazing to the floor.

"He went out to do errands. He'll be back shortly," she says not making any motion to let me in.

"Umm... thank you mam, may you please tell him Rossita was here to see him," I say very unsure of myself.

She bursts out in laughter as she opens the door to invite me inside.

"I'm Prinse's older sister, Jordan," she says as I take a seat in the living room. Everything seems to be untouched - the red roses (now fresh) still stood in its original place on the kitchen counter.

"I'm..."

"-Rossita, you've already mentioned," she finishes my sentence and sits on the single couch.

"So are you and him sleeping together?" She asks, glaring at me with curiosity.

Why is she asking if him and I are sleeping together-- is a girl like me not capable of being in a relationship with a hot boy?
I wish I could make it clear that I'm worth being with -- not only physically, but emotionally.

I shake my head, not knowing what else to say to her.

She smiles and I take it as if she pitied me. I want to get up and leave but somehow my brain doesn't seem to function -- I mentally tell my legs to wake up and get the rest of my body in a standing position, but here I am - still sitting like a good little girl.

The front door opens and I jump at the chance of it being him.

"Glad you're home, you have a very sexually aroused visitor who can't seem to stop fidgeting," Jordan says bursting into chuckles as she walks in Prinse's direction and exits the room.

"I..."

Prinse walks in with his phone in hand and a smirk on his face - until he sees that it's me.

"What are you doing here?" He asks.

"Shouldn't I be here? Am I not wanted here?" I ask standing up from the couch.

"Not what I meant," he says.

"Don't worry about it, I have already overstayed my welcome, but before I leave - Are you now interested in my sister?" I ask, trying to control my anger.

"What?" He asks confused.

"Are you sleeping with Chloe?"

"I'm not sleeping with her. Why are you asking me this?" He asks, trying very much not to seem annoyed.

"You two have been texting back and forth," I say.

"Am I not allowed to?" He eyes me.

"Not with my sister," I say, crossing my arms.

"Why is that?"

"Because..."

"Because of what exactly?" He moves a step closer and I somewhat feel small.

"I don't want you to be with her. I know that makes me a bad person, but it's how I feel."

"What is it that you are feeling?"

"I don't know," I say and he nods moving another step closer, and this time I could smell his scent. He captures my eyes in his and I'm scared if I look away, the magic will disappear.

"Put your hands up against my sweater," he whispers.

"What?! And your sister calls me horny," I gasp.

He chuckles. He takes my hands in his and places them on his covered chest.
"I want you to stare at me."

"Why?"

"Because this time I am going to kiss you."