My Type of a Bad Boy

 MTOABB Back to school is such a drag. I'm not ready to see the meanest girls at school or the hottest boys with their amazing abs. Maybe I am ready to see the boys with their tanned skin looking all sweaty as they practice for their upcoming game.   But being a ‘neutral’ is cool. I'm not a nerd or popular, so my high school life is at least drama free.   Juliet is the head cheerleader and also my sister's best friend. She isn't at all bitchy, at least from what I can tell. I sometimes envy her confidence. She easily makes friends and always attracts the hottest boys.   Now that leads me to Zack. He has a body of a supermodel and a face of a charmer. With his matching brown chocolate eyes and hair, every girl is ready to have him in their beds. And that includes me.   But I'm not at all an extrovert like my sister, Chloe. And I think that is for the best. I don't want to end up having all the attention overnight.   Being popular comes with all it's drama. The stares and talking can really get to you especially if you're an emotional person. And I for one, am an emotional rollercoaster, so I would definitely break down easily in front of all the wandering stares and silent gossips.   After ending the first day with no drama or any interaction between Zack and I -- I knew that the week would pass by like a breeze.   ~My Type of a Bad Boy~   Today is really a challenge to get out of bed. Chloe comes in with a wet towel to try and get me up and ready for school.   "I totally understand now why you are always in bed," she says.   "And why is that?" I mumble as I try to adjust my pillow from underneath me.   "You don't have a LOVE LIFE!" She exclaims.   "If Zack showed interest, I would, but he hasn't," I whine.   "Zack is with Juliet, you realise that?" She rhetorically asks -- giving me the accusing stare.   "Zack is with who?" I jump out of bed and stare sadly at Chloe.   "Juliet," she repeats herself.   "I heard you, but when did all of this go down and WHERE was I?" I fold my arms angrily.   "Yesterday, the first day back at school during lunch break. And I don't know where you were, probably in the library with the books enjoying each other's company," she says bluntly.   "But Juliet knew that I like him. Whatever happened to Girl Code?" I cry out.   "Girl code only works when the girl is your friend, and Juliet is my friend, not yours. And anyways Zack is a bad boy." She says, thinking that will make the situation any better.   Great, it seems like everyone knows my type except for me.   I was so angry when I got to school that when Juliet waved hello, I didn't acknowledge it. I move quickly to my locker and grab my books for the first and second period.   As I make my way down the hallway, somebody stops me.   "Hi, I'm kind of new here and I was wondering if you would tell me where to go from here," the blue-eyed boy says nicely.   I'm a nice person but today, I'm so moody that I would even snap at a wall -- for being a wall.   The blue-eyed boy in front of me looks like a dork with these round glasses. The type I would never fall head over heels for.   "You could go straight back where you came from. And when did my face start saying I'm a GPS and I give people directions?" I rudely ask, without expecting an answer and I continue to walk without glancing back.   That was totally rude of me, and so not me. So I retrace my steps back to where the dork had approached me. I find him staring at the paper in his hand with boredom. I take a deep breath before approaching him.   "Tell me where you're heading?" I ask, still annoyed.   "You're back?" He asks, amused.   "No, this is my twin sister," I say, sarcastically.   "So do I have to ask you again or are you fine on your own?" I ask, nonchalantly.   "Here's the paper," he says as he hands the paper to me and shifts closer.   We walk side by side in silence and I for one am not interested in starting a conversation at the moment. We finally reach his class and I leave him without saying a word. I groan as I realise that I am late for maths class and that teacher wasn't one for excuses.   "Rose," somebody yells as they approach me from behind.   "It's Rossita," I harshly say as I turn around.   "Well Rossita, get used to me calling you Rose 'cause you're my rose." He smirks.   "Zack?" I blush.   Why is he talking to me? Okay maybe he's lost, he has to be -- it's the only logical explanation for all of this.   "Or you could call me your bad boy, I don't mind," he chuckles.   I swoon -- I've always heard how Juliet would gush about how much of a jokester Zack really is, and now -- right now, I get to experience it first class.   "So why are you not in class, little girl," he says, moving closer to where I was standing.   "I... I was on my way," I gulped, stepping a foot back.   The closer he got, the more excited I became and I definitely didn't want him to think I was some weird freak -- I have my moments.   "Are you nervous?" He stares at me.   "Umm... of course not," I say, staring everywhere else but his face.   "But I love it when you're nervous," he smirks.   Oh he did not just say that! - My mind starts running a marathon while butterflies do endless laps in my stomach. I gasp as I try to take in what he had just said.   "This is the first time we've actually spoken," I tell him.   "We need to change that, and that doesn't mean I don't see you around," he steps closer. "I've seen you stare at me a couple of times, I'm not blind you know."   I hope he didn't think I was a stalker -- Gosh no!! If he did, I would run, looking for the closest casket to bury myself in. He takes another step towards me and this time, I don't move back, I could have moved back or walked away, but I didn't want to. I was enjoying his presence way too much. But then I remember the conversation I had with my sister, and I feel sick to my stomach. I move two steps back and he raises his eyebrow.   "Is something wrong?" He asks.   "No, nothing," I quickly say.   I don't want to ruin this moment because I'm an over thinker-- I know myself well, I think too much, I ruin things and if Zack was to not speak to me after this, I would not forgive myself.   "I hate it when people lie to me." He clenches his jaw.   "Are you not dating Juliet?" I ask him. I place my hands behind me as I secretly cross my fingers, hoping that he wasn't with her.   "I don't date," he says, nonchalantly.   It should have made me happy -- that means he wasn't dating her - but hearing that he doesn't date form his own mouth tainted with my plan. The one where we would kiss and immediately start dating after and get married straight after high school. I sigh, thinking back to how long I've had this girl crush.   "And as for Juliet, we only kissed. So if you consider that dating then I've dated probably this whole school's population of girls," he smirks.   I've never heard him speak like this, or maybe I have but never paid mind to it. If this was anyone else I would have given them the stanky eye, but not Zack. He was not worthy of a stanky eye, just one shaped into a heart.   "Well not me," I say proudly.   Was I proud? -- Let's be serious for just one second. we all know I wanted him, it's no secret between you and I. Guys like Zack want a challenge and since he has never been with me, that should be his challenge to change that and I wish I could tell you that I will make it harder for him, but damn -- I've waited too long for this.   "I did say almost, but we can change that right now?" He moves closer and cups my cheeks.   The clouds could come and take me now -- swift me away as I recover from this level of proximity. I could feel his breath on my lips as he tilted at an angle. I wanted to push him away but I couldn't. I was under his spell and I was loving every moment of it. As I close my eyes, waiting eagerly for him to kiss me, the bell rings, indicating that the first period is over. I move back with him staring deeply into me. Oh boy, you can take me now.   "I should... go," I point in the direction of where my next class would be.   Now that's the problem with my mouth -- it doesn't know when to stop and talk to me first before it speaks -- it does it at its own accord and I have to face the aftermath. MTOABB   I walked into my next class to see the dork that I had seen in the hallway. There was only one seat open and it had to be in front. I sigh as I make my way towards the seat.   He waves from behind and I can't help myself as I ignore him. My mind was still on Zack and I swear if that stupid bell had not rung, I would have been in his arms with my lips on his.   Maybe he wasn't really dating Juliet and I was just overthinking everything. Mr. Miller walks in and halts all my thoughts with his presence. His voice lingers a little longer as I take in what he had just said.   "Excuse me sir? " I had to ask since I was too busy trying not to listen.   "You're with Mr. Gomes for this semester's literature project." He walks towards me and places the instruction sheet on my desk as I sit there very confused.   "Gomes?" I ask.   "Yes, Ms. Jenkins. Mr. Gomes, show yourself to the beautiful Rossita Jenkins." As he says that, he turns his back towards me and gradually makes his way back to his desk. I quickly blush and shift my eyes to meet with the only boy in the class that I definitely did not want to be placed in a project with.   "Gomes?" I ask, stunned.   "Yes, that's me." He laughs.   "You're that same dork boy from the hallway, " I gasp, as I connect two and two together.   He stands, walking towards my desk in front.   "Well... that's one way to put it." He chuckles, as he shifts his eyes to the sheet that lays untouched on my desk.   "May I?" He points at the sheet as he leans in to grab it.   "Go right ahead, partner," I snort, as I wait for the lunch break bell to ring.   After a few minutes of silence and just when I thought I was going to go insane, the bell rings. I rush out -- I honestly don't know why.   I usually sit alone unless my dear sister is generous enough to let me hang out with her group of exclusive friends. As I walk towards the cafeteria, I spot Zack busy chatting up some freshmen girl wearing a mini skirt.   Obviously he would be there. I felt jealous and possessive all of a sudden. It was weird.   Him and I were not even exclusive. Wait. Nothing even happened between us. I really do have it hard for Zack.   He waves me over but I ignore him as I make my way towards the long cafeteria line. I have a mind that makes decisions for itself, because if my heart had control, I would stroll to him without a second thought. He tells the girl off and walks towards me. I look down to check what I'm wearing -- maybe it's this burgundy sweater that I have on or maybe the converse shoes-- I bite my lip, unsure of the sudden attention I'm receiving from him. I'm not complaining, my insides are dancing from the immediate attention.   "You look pretty this morning." He smirks.   "I doubt it," I reply. We all love compliments, but I knew he was lying -- nothing about what I was wearing screamed pretty, maybe dull -- now that's the perfect word for it.   "But I think so, don't my thoughts count?" He asks, amused.   "Not with me they don't," I reply with annoyance, but who was I kidding, anything he says I took it to heart.   "Ouch. Rose, you're hurting my feelings." He places one hand on his chest. Oh Zack, I don't mean it -- ignore my mind.   "I told you already. My name's not Rose." I shift as the line of people move.   My homework for today is to have a word with my mind -- I'll write it an essay so it gets the bigger picture. If it ruins this for me, I won't forgive it.   "What did you just say? I think I'm kind of deaf," he says.   "I said you're a nerd," I say as the line moves again.   Oh Rossita, you've done it again -- please shut up!   "Who are you calling a nerd?" He asks, ticked off. He seems to be offended and that somewhat makes me smile.   "I thought you were deaf?" I ask, amused.   "I... You are full of jokes this morning. I'll see you around, Rose." He chuckles as he removes himself from the line and walks towards his group of friends.   I stand there for one minute just recollecting what went down. Is he really interested in me or is he playing with my heart?   "Do you seriously think he likes you?" Juliet suddenly says, standing besides me.   "When did you get here?" I ask.   "It doesn't matter. Answer my question." She was adamant for an answer.   "I don't know to be honest," I replied.   "He's a bad boy and on top of that is a jock," she says as if that was supposed to make sense to me.   "Why are you telling me this exactly?" I ask.   "Because he's not your type," she states.   Juliet had no right to say that. Who is she to know my type? I felt really sick to my stomach for the second time today.   "You probably should leave right now," I say.   "I'm only telling you this because you're Chloe's sister and I don't want you getting hurt," she says.   "Thanks Juliet, I'll keep that in mind when I do talk to him again," I tell her.   "You're planning on talking to him again?" She asks, bewildered.   "I don't know. Maybe," I say, unsure.   "He only wants a good time - unless you want to give him that?" She points out knowingly.   "Of course not. What do you take me for?" I ask, annoyed.   But on a serious note -- my heart would love that idea, but like I said -- this mind of mine knows what's best for me.   "A good girl," she states.   "Who said I was good?" I asked her, even though I knew she wasn't lying.   "You read books for enjoyment," she says in disgust.   "And that's supposed to make me a good girl?" I ask.   "You've never kissed a boy before," she says.   "... Yes I have," I retort.   "Who?" She asks amused.   "I can't remember," I declare.   "Now that's why you're too innocent for Zack," she says.   "If you're interested in him, tell me now or else I won't stop messing around with him," she adds.   I should have told her, but I didn't. Instead I lied and watched as she walked away from me. It was very clear that I needed to have a much needed talk with myself. For one -- Juliet is bitchy and does not respect girl code.   "Are you okay?" Gomes asks as he stares at me through his glasses. They seemed off, like he wasn't meant to be wearing them, but who was I to question this dork creature next to me.   "I'm okay." I say, although I was very much not.   "What if I wasn't okay - what would you do then?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.   "Is this a trick question?" He says and I roll my eyes in response.   "I'd let you vent," he says as he waits for me to approve.   "You know what, I'm fine. Let's leave it at that," I say, trying to cut our conversation short.   "We need to start with that literature assignment soon. When are you available?" He suddenly asks. Going through my schedule today all I had was homework and then I remembered that Chloe said Juliet would come over and there is no way that I am going to be home to welcome her.   "Why don't we go to your house right after school - and don't get any ideas, nothing will happen," I say, trying to convey a sense of disgust and he just shakes his head and smiles at me.   Beautiful Rossita -- just great! What to expect in Episode two of My Type of a Bad Boy:   "Have you been avoiding me?" Zack asks as I finally make a stop in front of my locker which he happens to be leaning against.   A conversation between Rossita and Zack.