11 Eleven: MTOABB

MTOABB

What do you want from her? _Rossita

It's not important. Let her know I was looking for her _Gomes

I won't _Rossita

Rossita, stop being a child _Gomes

Maybe he is right.

No he is right.

Why am I acting like he is not allowed to talk to my sister?

Sorry _Rossita

I stare at my phone for a few seconds, waiting for his reply, but nothing.

I move to the fridge in the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

No one is home, so I slump into the couch and grab the remote control.

~~~

"Where have you been?" I ask Chloe as she enters my room.

"Just somewhere with a friend," she says jumping on my bed.

"What friend is this?" I ask.

"What's with the questions?" She asks, narrowing her eyes on me.

"Sorry," I sigh.

"Did your date with Zack not go as planned?" She asks.

"No, it went better than I had planned it out in my head," I say.

"So, what's with your horrible mood?" She asks.

"Gomes texted asking for you."

"So?"

"Are you two together?" I ask.

She stares at me, glistening with amusement. "Of course not, why would you think that?"

"I don't know. Why do I even care? Ugh." I grab my pillow and muffle my groan.

"Do you like him?" She asks.

"No!" I shout out. "Why would you ask me that?"

"It's not a horrible thing if you do, have you seen him shirtless," she smirks.

"Yes. Yes, I have," I groan.

"Wait, what? Spill."

"I only saw him shirtless for like a short minute," I say.

"It's okay to have feelings for him - and to have feelings for Zack," she says.

"You think?" I ask unknowingly.

"I know." She nods.

Prinse Gomes - he has a piece of my heart?

My Type Of A Bad Boy

"Okay class. You know what day it is today. I'll be handing out your team assignment and you only have until tomorrow to have the project finished and presented in front of the class."

I raise my hand to an inquiry.

"Yes, ms. Jenkins," Mr. Miller says, waiting for my question.

"Tomorrow sounds like it's not a lot of time to deliver a very well structured letter," I say.

"Lucky for all of you, you had yesterday to prepare," he says, already handing out the sheets of paper.

I move to sit next to a very unbothered Gomes.

"What's on your mind?" I whisper.

He stares at me and smiles.

"Nothing to worry about," he says.

"You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" I tell him.

"I'm not sure about that, you snap at everything."

"Okay, maybe you're right, but I'm not always like that," I say.

"I know." He turns to look at me as he says that.

"So..." I trail.

"It's Molly."

Who is Molly?

Why is she on his mind?

Ugh - Rossita, stop.

Sometimes my mind tends to swirl with ideas and run with it.

Don't everybody's?

"Who is Molly?" I ask.

"My girl-"

Oh no he didn't-- his girl?

Why does this bother me so much?

Maybe because you like him?

Don't make such absurd conclusions.

I'm someone else's girl - Zack's girl.

"What's happening between you two?" I ask.

"Right now, I'm not sure. I prefer to dive into this assignment and focus my mind on anything else but that," he says and I nod.

"Well, if you want to get this assignment finished, you two should get started," Mr. Miller says, placing the paper on the table in front of us.

~~

"I'll come over at noon so we can get this paper done and dusted with," I say as we both leave the classroom.

I amble towards my locker where Zack is waiting for me.

"Hey you," I say.

"Hey you? What am I? A stranger?" He says pulling me in for a kiss.

"I have a match tonight, are you going to come and watch me crush it?" He asks.

"Crush it? Who says that," I tease.

"I do," he says, crinkling my nose.

"I can't come tonight."

"Why not?" He asks.

"I have an assignment due for tomorrow and I already scheduled it with my partner for this afternoon," I inform him.

"It's okay, I know how important your academics is to you. No pressure," he says.

Was Zack really saying this?

"I appreciate you saying that."

"Well... I need to start compromising since you're my baby," he says.

"I like the sound of that." If the sun could see me now, it would be jealous at the amount of glow I was exerting.

"I'll see you later, maybe text you after my game," he says, kissing me longer than a peck.

I watch as he leaves and I grab my books from my locker.

"Prinse told me you're coming over tonight so why don't we do a sleepover?" Cass asks as we enter our History class.

"It's a school night, I'm not sure if mom will approve," I say.

"It doesn't hurt to ask, right?" She says.

"Yeah, doesn't hurt at all."

My Type Of A Bad Boy

"Mom, are you home?" I yell, as I open the front door.

I move towards the kitchen where she's standing, dusting off her hands from the flour.

"What do I always tell you about not yelling in the house," she says, moving to stir the gravy on the stove.

"I know, I'm sorry," I say, grabbing a piece of bread from the basket on the counter.

"How has your day been so far?" She asks, moving to place the unbaked pastries in the oven.

"It's been good, but I have an assignment due tomorrow and I need to head over to my partner's house," I say.

"When will you be home?" She asks.

"I won't be long, maybe a few hours only," I say, but then I remember Cassandra's words. "I was wondering if I can sleep over at Cassandra's place since I'm already going there?"

Mom turns to give me one of her many disapproval stares.

"Rossita, it's a school night," she says.

"I know, but I'm very responsible and she's the only friend that I can call my own without her being Chloe's friend first," I whine.

She doesn't say anything for a few seconds too long.

After that long hiatus, she says, "fine. I'm going to need her mom's number."

Oh shit.

I don't even have her number.

If we didn't exchange numbers and don't talk on a regular basis, are we considered friends?

"Let me get my stuff together upstairs and I'll come down with her mom's number," I say, already making a run for the stairs.

Hey. I'll be there in half an hour, but we've run into a little dilemma _Rossita

I put the phone on my bed as I change into a freshly washed baby-smelling blouse.

A notification pings and I jump to grab my phone.

I've been waiting for you. What is the little dilemma? _Gomes

A hello back would be very much appreciated _Rossita

Hi Rossita _Gomes

I smile as I begin to immediately text back.

So I'm coming to sleepover and my mom needs your mom's number _Rossita

Your mom is allowing you to sleep over at a guy's house? _Gomes

"Don't flatter yourself. I'm technically sleeping over by Cass's house, I just happen to not have her number _Rossita

Fair enough. But my mom's number is not an option _Gomes

All my high hopes started to slowly drift.

Why not? _Rossita

All of a sudden I was desperate.

It just isn't. Why don't I give Jordan's number instead? _Gomes

I hesitated, staring at my phone.

My mom wants your mom's number _Rossita

Then don't tell her that it isn't. I'll tell Jordan to play the part _Gomes

Such a dork thing to write, am I right?

Hope you sensed my sarcasm because having to read that, had me think twice about who Gomes really is.

I wanted to let him know that I'll be keeping an eye on him, but having him know that wouldn't be any fun, so I didn't.

Okay _Rossita

I'll see you in a few _Gomes

I throw my phone back on the bed as I saunter towards my closet.

I grab my very cute pajama set and throw it in my bag. Along with that is my notebook and tomorrow's outfit, which consists of a plain white top and blue jeans.

I walk downstairs with a scribbled number on a piece of paper.

"Here you go, mom," I say, placing the paper on the kitchen counter.

I open the front door and wave goodbye.