🐞MTOABB🐞

A flutter of butterflies swirl in circles as I doodle little hearts in my notebook.

"Ms. Jenkins!"

"Ms. Jenkins!!"

I look up to find a class of eyes staring  right at me.

"You've got a little drool, right there," Prinse says as he motions at the corner of his lips.

I roll my eyes as I whipe my mouth and stare straight towards the front, where Mr. Miller is throwing daggers at me.

"I need you to pay attention when you're seated in this class," he says holding a sheet in his hands.

I nod.

"You're assignment results are in and so far we have both Mr. Gomes and Ms. Jenkins in the lead. For those that did not put in any effort, you have a few more assignments to boost your mark up," he says addressing the class.

"Tomorrow I'll be handing out your next assignment based on a letter. It can be a love letter or a hate letter, depending on what you come up with. So, sit next to your usual partner and discuss what type of letter you feel most comfortable writing."

"Are we allowed to change up our partner?" I ask out loud, forgetting to raise my hand.

"I had not addressed you Ms. Jenkins."

"I'm sorry sir," I squeal in embarrassment, I should know better.

"What is wrong with your current partner?" He arches an eyebrow.

"No, nothing. I just assumed..."

"If there's nothing wrong, then no changes will be made. You're still stuck with Mr. Gomes for the rest of the semester," he says moving to sit down in his desk.

Shifts start to occur in the classroom as everyone move to sit next to their partners. Gomes makes no sign to move as he pulls out his earphones and plug them in his ears.

This boy!
How dare he!

I abruptly stand up from my chair as I start to pull it towards his desk. A screeching sound can be heard from the floor as I continue to pull the chair.

"Jenkins! Pick the chair up," Mr. Miller says staring at me midway from his laptop.

I place my chair opposite to his and I take a seat. He smiles and swiftly pulls one earbud out.

"We suppose to be discussing what letter we'll be writing," I tell him.

"You prefer to not be my partner, so why should I bother, Rossita?" He asks, seeming unbothered.

"I didn't get what I wanted, so I'm still here," I say.

He lightly chuckles. "I'm going to put my earbud back on, do I have your permission?" He asks eyeing me.

I should have said yes.
Zack wouldn't want me talking to him unless it was mandatory.

"No," I say.

"No?" He raises an eyebrow and I nod.

"How do you know Zack?" I ask.

I need to know.

What if they were bestfriends?
What if Zack betrayed him? -- it had to be Zack.

As I stare at Gomes wearing his round framed glasses, it seems unlikely that he could have been friends with Zack.

"Is he not your boyfriend?" He asks.

"Did you know Zack when you were in Florida? Yes or no?"

"Yes," he says.

"Go on..." I trail.

"It was a "yes" or a "no" question," he says.

He has a point. I sigh as I sit there not knowing how to move forward.

"How was your date?" He asks, leaning back in his chair.

It hadn't started out good, but I'm not about to tell him that -- now am I?

"It was good," I say.

"Is that what you also told him when he found out I kissed you?"

"Wait... what...how?"

"You're cute when caught off guard," he says as he stands up to the chime of the bell.

🐞My Type Of A Bad Boy🐞

"You and Zack?"Cassandra asks knowingly as she approaches me at my locker.

"I guess so," I say.

"You need to tell me everything," she says. "How about a lift in my car?" She asks.

"Sure," I say.

We both make our way towards her mustard Kia.

"You have a pretty nice ride. Is it new?" I ask.

"Thank you. Yes, Prinse got it for me last week."

She opens the doors to the car and I jump into the passenger seat.

"Do you know how to drive?" She asks, reversing out of the parking lot.

"No," I say.

"Well, Prinse is a great driver and an even better teacher," she says.

"I'll keep that in mind."

"So how was your first kiss?" She asks.

"Honestly, books have been lying to me my whole life. I was waiting to have his lips taste like chocolate and all my favorite candies, but it was just having someone else's lips on yours."

"So you didn't like it?" She asks, skeptical.

"No, I did. It's the feelings that you expose yourself to when you're kissing the other person that somehow tastes like chocolate. You feel somewhat alive and goofy."

"You could write a whole book on just kissing," she chuckles.

"The luxury you get for talking to a book nerd," I say as she comes to a stop and I climb out of the car.