31 Thirty-one: MTOABB

MTOABB

Standing in the middle of his room barely covered, I wait for the door knob to turn.

Hearing footsteps from outside the door, I quickly placed my hands on my hips -- I mentally thought it was a good idea at first-- It should make me seem powerful and confident, don't you think?

He turns to face me and his eyes dance down to my purple lace bra and then down to my matching panty before returning back to my curious eyes.

"Rossita..." He scratches his head, trying to formulate words.

"Is this not what they all do?" I ask, still with hands up against my hips.

He lightly chuckles. "Who are they?"

"The girls. Don't you like it?" I ask, no longer feeling confident.

"Don't get me wrong, I do. I like it a lot. But--"

"Why is there a but?" I cut him off.

He pauses -- takes a look at the coat laying on the bed behind me.

"Don't tell me to put it back on. You were supposed to remove my clothes off, not to try and put them back on." I fold my hands up against my bra -- my breasts already feeling the coldness of the room that Gomes should have taken away with his body heat.

"Don't speak like that." He grabs the coat, ignoring my comment and covering my shoulders with it.

"What have I done wrong that has you rejecting me?" I ask, placing my focus on my heels --stupid shoes. My feet are already sore and I swear I can feel blisters already forming. I wasn't meant to have them on for this long. From my calculation, Gomes was meant to enter, see me looking all so sexy that he grabs and pins me on his bed and the rest is purely left for your own imagination only.

"Rossita, I'm not rejecting you," he whispers, bringing my hair to the back.

"What do you call this then?" I ask.

"I'm postponing."

"Why?" I whine.

"I have somewhere to be." He bites his bottom lip and I notice it -- I notice everything about him.

"You're kidding, right?" I roll my eyes, which has his hand grabbing my chin to have our eyes meet.

"Don't do that," he tells me.

"I would rip off all your clothes right now, believe me, I want to. But this thing, I can't postpone."

"What is more important?"

"Don't do that -- I would drop it in a heartbeat if it wasn't at all important."

"You've made your choice then." I wrap the coat securely around my waist and bend to remove the stupid heels from my feet and hold them in one hand.

I wait for him to tell me to stay but nothing -- absolutely nothing, which has me fuming from ear to ear.

"So you're not going to beg me to stay?" I turn to look at him.

"Rossita..."

"Fine then, when you're ready, I won't be." With that, I turn and leave his room.

Where exactly am I going? I was planning to stay the night.

I walk down the corridor to where Cass's room is and I bring myself to knock.

She opens after I bring my hand to knock for the second time.

"Was wondering who was knocking at this time," she says, opening the door to meet me.

"This isn't Prinse's room, you realise that?" She questions and I have to give her a knowing look.

"I know. Are you not going to let me in?" She moves aside and I walk in.

Her room is very different to Prinse's -- a complete contrast, might I add.

"Why aren't you there with him?" She asks.

"I was, but he told me he was busy." I shrug in annoyance.

"Really?" She laughs and I turn to give her my knowing stare.

"I don't know what could be more important."

"Were you going to pop your cherry?" She smirks.

"Yes, I was going to have him deflower me -- is it not obvious?" I ask, pointing to my matt red lip.

"And he turned you down? Something must be up, you should go back there and find out --force it out of him if you have to."

"You're right, maybe I should."

I leave my heels on her bedroom floor as I head for the door. What could have seriously been more important?

I reach for his door knob, and before I could open, I hear mumbling. I didn't want to jump to conclusions so I waited outside trying to collect my thoughts.

"I miss you too. Will make a plan to come visit again soon."

That was clearly his voice and for the love of all things good, he better have been talking to a wall or something or else he'll be having a conversation with my hand.

Visit? Again?

What am I hearing?

I open the door and I enter, standing there leaning against the wall. I watch as his eyes quickly meet mine before saying "give me 5 minutes" on the phone and jumping off the bed. He switches off his phone and I wish I could say I saw her face on that screen, but all I saw was the phone switched off before he tosses it onto the bed.

He saunters towards me and I have to tell my brain to focus on my breathing before I say something that I would regret.

Would I regret it this time around?

"Who is she?" I ask, my back still up against the wall.

"It's not like that at all."

"So you reject me for her?" I cry out.

"Rossita, stop."

"Are you going to stand there lying while I make a fool out of myself for the second time around? Huh, Prinse -- answer me?" I spit out in anger, hating my tears for falling.

"What does Holly have that I don't?" I scream and he clenches his teeth in response.

Cass comes running from her room.

She turns to look at him and twin magic interaction takes place without any exchange of words-- I watched it all happen.

Chloe comes to my side and begins to pull me out. "Let's go, talk to him in the morning when your head is all cleared up, okay?"

We enter the corridor and his door immediately shuts behind us.

Great, thanks a lot for showing me who you really are -- I hated my brain right now -- it always chooses the wrong boys -- the ones that hurt me in the end.