Six: MTOABB

MTOABB

"You and Zack?" Chloe asks amusingly as she enters my room.

"I honestly don't know." I shrug.

I wanted it to be me and Zack -- I've wanted it for so long.

"Is this not what you wanted?" She asks.

"It is," I say.

I had been thinking of the date? - Should I even call it that? Zack confuses me. I wanted him to ask me in a way that is swoon worthy, but that wouldn't make him Zack Daniels - now would it?

The boy I fell for didn't do romance, but yet he knew how to get a girl's heart racing.

I take a small heave as I grab my phone to the sound of a notification. My fingers lingering on the lit up screen.

"I'm going to leave you to your 'love life', that's probably him," she says as she opens the door and leaves.

Left alone to my thoughts, I fall back on the mattress. I shake my head as I check my phone.

Letting you know that it is in _unknown

I read the message again, not sure of what to make of it.

What's in, Zack? I thought our date is only on Saturday _Rossita

Saturday? It's not Zack. It's your English partner _Gomes

How'd he get my number? It's not as if I give it around to people. I have five numbers registered on my phone -- and now the count has gone up by one.

Prinse? _Rossita

Let me guess - you spoke with Cassandra? _Gomes

Is it that obvious? _Rossita

Went from calling me a dork to Gomes to now Prinse. There's only one person who would bother to tell you my name _Gomes

Right. What is in again? _Rossita

The literature assignment _Gomes

You got it done? Well thanks _Rossita

I didn't really do it for you _Gomes

Umm... the new dork boy has got a mouth _Rossita

Prinse Gomes - one minute he is weird and dorky-looking and the next he is exuding a totally different persona. I need to seriously find out what he is about.

No you don't -- you've finally got Zack.

I sit there for a minute as I internally debate with myself. Gomes -- I mean, Prinse only came to mind because--

Stop making excuses Rossita!

This is the part where I ignore my very loud and outspoken conscience.

Didn't mean for that to be interpreted in a manner that would be considered rude _Gomes

Now that sounded more like the Gomes I am used to - always being the bigger person and apologizing. He should win some sort of a prize -- such a prize does exist, right?

Who are you, Prinse? _Rossita

I sigh as I rest my phone in between my breasts as I take slow mild breaths.

Could he be both a dork and a...

I ignore my thoughts as I switch off my phone without even bothering to check the notification that came in - I knew it was him. He was the only person I was texting.

You've figured me out -- I have no friends or maybe I've told you this already.

You can find me cooped up in the corner of my windowsill, wrapped up in a blanket and that would be my definition of a perfect day.

If you could see the look in my eyes right now, you would see through my disguise -- I'm broken just like you.

My Type Of A Bad Boy

Do you ever just sit and wonder if you took a different route you'd meet a different person?

That's what goes through my mind every second of the day -- so many missed out opportunities because I was busy living in my own minuscule world created purely for my personalized entertainment.

"I barely see you in the corridors," I tell him, as I find myself walking next to his physique.

"Looks like you need glasses too," he says.

"Talking about glasses, where is yours?" I ask as I glare into his eyes -- sky blue -- it calls out to me and all I can do is stare and pray I don't say something stupid in the meantime.

"At home," he says, as he looks forward and begins to slowly walk.

"So you don't need them? Are you even supposed to be wearing glasses?" I ask accusingly.

"I'm ninety percent blind without glasses," he says as he stops in his pace. "I'm wearing contact lenses if you were wondering."

One minute he is standing there just staring at me, the next he is up close, staring into my eyes and the proximity is making me anxious.

I close my eyes unknowingly to collect my thoughts before they wonder somewhere unknown.

"I'm not going to kiss you," he whispers as he brings himself upright and my eyes quickly flutter open as I take in what he has just said.

What in the world has him thinking that I wanted his lips to dance with mine?

"I didn't want you to kiss me, Gomes," I say.

"Then why close your eyes?" He asks, amused.

"I was thinking," I say, defending myself or better yet, my dignity. "I wouldn't kiss you regardless of whether you wanted to or not."

"I'm no longer beautiful?" He questions, referring to the statement I had made at his house.

I wanted to smack myself so hard, but I wasn't lying when I made that statement-he is a very beautiful boy.

"So if I was to try and kiss you, you'd shove me away?"

"Are we still talking about this? Seriously." I roll my eyes, as I know full well that I don't know what it feels like to have another human's lips on mine.

I've searched up on it -- how it should be done. I needed to make sure that when it comes I tilt my head at the perfect angle, part my lips at the right time and know where my hands should be as his lips continue to leave a print on mine. There is so much to it and yes, I'm overthinking it and that's why I haven't been kissed -- the story of my life.

He chuckles before taking out his phone from his back pocket. Another notification pings and his smile turns upside down.

"Is something the matter?" I ask with a concern sketched on my face.

"I need to go," he says as he leaves, not even a gander to the back.