Ten: MTOABB

MTOABB

"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.

My Type Of A Bad Boy

"So where are you taking me?" I ask Zack.

We've been driving for a few minutes with the radio on a low. He doesn't gesture to hold my hand or even touch my thighs.

What happens after they get what they want?

You don't get it?

It's these bad boys. They go out of their way to make you feel beautiful and special, and just when you say yes to being with them, they treat you like shit.

Yes, I said it - somebody had to.

What happened to calling me Rose? Even though I didn't much appreciate the nickname, it was special because he was the person that gave it to me.

Does that make sense?

"What's on your mind?" He asks.

"Why don't you call me Rose anymore?" I ask.

"Thought you didn't like me calling you that," he says, arching his eyebrow at me.

"When did you start listening to me?" I ask.

"I'm always listening, babe."

Let's act very normal, like he calls me "babe" on a regular basis. I bite my tongue as to hold in the excitement and more so that I don't blurt out anything stupid.

I smile at him as I move my hand to hold his. He tightens his hold on my hand as he continues the drive.

He finally pulls up to a race track.

"A race track?" I ask him as he switches off the car's ignition.

I step out of the car.

"Showing you one of my passions, babe," he says drawing me in from the waist.

This feels special - his hand messaging my waist.

Him showing me one of his favourite things.

This feels right - exactly what I pictured when I thought of being with Zack.

Everyone is seated as we wait for the racers to rev their engines.

Zack returns with snack bars. He plunges himself next to me, gives me a peck on the lips and turns to watch the race.

How can I watch the race now? I can still feel his lips on mine.

I stare at him for a minute - or maybe it was two.

I watch as he takes a bite on his snack bar, not worried if he got a bit of the crumbs smudged at the corner of his mouth.

He looks so relaxed, so happy - right here, with me and no one else.

"Check the red car, the driver is reving up to go full blast on all the other racers. I bet you he is going to win." He leans to my side to tell me.

"But he is in third place. And you bet me what exactly?" I hum.

"Babe, you've got a lot to learn. I promise you a proper kiss this time," he gives me a quick glance before returning back to the game.

A proper kiss - finally.

I sit with my fingers crossed, hoping that the racer with the flashy red car wins the race.

Now sitting in the car, I wish he had bet on the blue car.

"I guess I was right after all," I say, but somehow not pleased. I didn't want to be right.

"I guess you were right and I lost the bet," he says.

I fiddle with the hem of my floral dress as I look out of the window.

A group of friends are making their way towards their jeep, all smiles and no worries.

"Since I lost, what do you want?" He asks with a smirk.

I look at him baffled. "I want... I want a kiss - a proper kiss," I manage to smile, one that didn't seem like I was very eager.

He leans in and I immediately part my lips for him. He nibbles my bottom lip slowly. This time, I'm more prepared when in this type of a situation. I suck onto his top lip and a little moan escapes his mouth.

I squeal.

He backs away in confusion.

Oh shit, did I squeal out loud?

With the look on his face, I knew that I did.

I was just so proud of myself. I need to move up the chain as a good kisser after this.

He chuckles.

"Why don't we grab something to eat - proper food, before I have to drop you home," he says rather than ask.

"Today was nice, thank you," I say as he pulls at my house.

"I had fun with you, Rose," he says, and this time, I don't bother to argue with him. I missed him calling me that - his Rose.

"Kiss me again," I tell him and he does as he leans in and devours my mouth. I'm on a high as he pulls out of the driveway and drives till only the back of his car can be seen a mile away.

I unlock the front door before getting a ping in my little satchel. I place my hand into the bag to retrieve my phone.

Is your sister home? I need to get a hold of her _Gomes