My Type of a Bad Boy

Four: MTOABB

?MTOABB?

"Not much of a decorator, I see," I say as I continue to stand.

"I guess so." He nervously laughs as he scratches the back of his head.

We ended up spending two hours straight into the project and by now, I was in need of a break.

"So tell me about yourself?" I ask, leaning back on the very comfortable couch.

"There's not much to say. What you see is kind of what you get," he says nonchalantly.

"Right, so you're a dork then," I bluntly say, which results in him throwing his head back in laughter which quickly brings a smile to my face.

"If that's what you see, then sure," he says, still with a smile on his face.

A short heave as I keep grazing my eyes on his face. His blond hair just like his sister's, but the only difference being short and messy. It's like he didn't have a care in the world and I love it.

I keep coming back to his eyes and this time he was watching me -- he smirked as he kept looking at me and I quickly looked elsewhere.

"I like Zack," I say and with that he replaces his smirk with a mawkish smile.

"Okay," he utters, like he hadn't felt chemistry building between us mere seconds ago.

"I need to get going," I say as I stand up, already missing the feel of the couch.

?My Type Of A Bad Boy?

"Will you talk to me now?" He says, after I decide to answer an unknown number, but who could possibly not know who he was.

If you haven't guessed it yet, it's Zack.

Yes - Zack Daniels.

"You are?" I ask, acting oblivious to who he is.

"Didn't mommy dearest teach you not answer unknown callers?" He asks and I can already picture his smirk on full display.

"Well in that case I'm going to end the call," I blurt out and I'm already mentally slapping myself.

Don't lecture me. Am I not doing a good job of that already?

"You want to hang up on me, Rose?" He asks.

"Yes," I say, slightly giving up my front and smiling, but only because he wasn't there to see me.

"You seemed disappointed that it was your cheek that got a little taste of my lips?" He says, snickering.

"No I didn't," I say, coming to my defense as no one else is here to do it for me.

But in defense of what? He is not lying - I wanted him to badly take my first kiss that I was beginning to sound delusional.

"Do me a solid?" He asks.

"What is it?" I ask.

"Close your eyes for me."

"Why?" I ask confused.

"Just do it Rossita," he says sternly.

"Okay," I say, but who was I kidding. He wouldn't know if my eyes were closed or not.

"Close your damn eyes Rossita. It's a simple order," he says, and in that moment I presumed he had rolled his eyes.

"You're not going to order me around Zack, that's not the type of person that I am," I say, exhorting a sense of confidence that I didn't think I had when talking to Zack.

"Forget I said anything," he says nonchalantly.

"Is this why you called?" I ask, after a few seconds of silence.

He cuts the call and I'm left looking like a fool with the phone still in my hand.

Why do boys like Zack confuse girls like me?

?My Type Of A Bad Boy?

Friday mornings are no fun -- especially if I have to wait a whole two days till I see Zack again.

I walk into the corridor with my head indulged in one of Francine Pascal's Sweet Valley Sage. Both twins are total opposites of me or maybe I could relate to Elizabeth Wakefield a tidbit as we both love to entertain ourselves with books. How is it that she can possibly get any guy she sets her eyes on, and as for me? -- I'm stuck as a damsel in need of some male attention.

I spot Zack a few feet away from me and I build the courage to do what a neutral would never do.

"Are we not talking?" I ask him as I make my way in his direction. He is usually never alone, so when he is, he's usually deep in his thoughts so I had to repeat myself.

Do you have to ask me how I know this right now?

"Not right now, Rossita," he says, without even gazing in my direction.

"Does Zack have feelings now?" I ask, trying to shove him, but he barely moves with my petite weight doing nothing but prove how weak I am.

"Am I not human?" He asks, and I'm left with no way of defending myself.

He was right and I was a total douche.

I'm never like this- I'm always minding my own business, but being with him, I'm a different person.

Do I like who I am when I am with him?

I could stand here and pretend like I do, but being with him, I become vulnerable to potential heartbreak - I know it.

"I didn't mean it like that," I say.

"Yeah, that's what everyone says." He smirks, shaking his head.

I pull at his arm in an attempt to apologize, but he grabs my wrist. "Don't," he growls.

"I'm trying to apologize," I whine.

"I don't want your damn apology," he states.

"Why are you acting up?" I ask.

"I just feel like I want to be a f*****g b***h today." He rolls his eyes.

"Should I let you be?" I ask as I examine his face in search of a reaction.

"Do what you please. I'm not holding you," he says, and both our eyes avert to his hand still holding my wrist.

"Yeah, that last part is very clear," I say, sarcasm lingering on my every word as I roll my eyes.

?My Type Of A Bad Boy?

I ring his door bell, having learned my lesson the last time I knocked for a few minutes too long.

A very barefoot and shirtless Gomes opens the door.

Now we know -- he loves to walk around shirtless at home -- need to start making excuses to visit more often.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, not very pleased.

Did I do something to these boys or is Friday just not their day?

"We still need to finish the project. It needs to be in by Monday or did you forget?" I ask, throwing him a judging look.

"I'll finish it by then, right now you need to leave," he says urgently as he closes the door behind him, which results in me moving a few steps backwards.

"So this means you're not inviting me inside?" I ask, staring at the closed door behind him, before allowing my eyes to level with his.

"I'm sorry, today is just a unique day for me," he shrugs with a small smile.

"You're gorgeous."

"A gorgeous dork or just gorgeous?" He asks throwing his head back in laughter.

Rossita! Think before you speak - it's that simple.

"I said that out loud?" I ask, although it wasn't a question - we both knew I did and I wanted to find a kist to throw myself into.

"I won't tease or mention it if you don't want me to, but right now, I need to run back inside." He scratches the back of his head. "I hope I'm not being rude."

"It's okay," I say as I watch him retrieve back inside.

Do dorks go to the gym?