🐞MTOABB🐞

"So are you going to tell Zack?" Chloe asks.

"That's where you come in - what do you think I must do?" I ask her.

"I don't think you owe him an explanation."

"Chloe," I gasp.

"What? He is forever with a new girl on a daily basis - he needs to get a taste of his own medicine so that he knows how to treat a girl right."

I nod as I quickly get dressed and Chloe brushes my hair to the back.

"Don't tie your hair," she says.

"What about my face?" I ask staring at myself in the mirror.

"What about it?" She asks.

"He's going to be here any minute and you haven't applied any makeup on my face yet," I whine.

"That's because you don't need any makeup," she says. "But those lips need some lip gloss."

A car honk comes from outside and it can only be one person.

"I'll see you later," I say rushing out of my room, after grabbing my phone from the bed.

"Young lady, be back just before 11 - not 11 on the dot or 5 minutes after," mom says as she closes her laptop.

"Yes mom," I say, rushing out the front door and heading towards his car.

🐞My Type Of A Bad Boy🐞

"You look simple, but I like it," he says as I climb into the car.

"Thanks," I say very unsure of myself.

We drive in silence for a few minutes before he breaks it. "This is good for me," he says.

"What is?" I ask with a smile.

"You." He pokes the tip of my nose as he stops at a red light.

I sink into the car seat as I think back to days when I had no one to cuddle with -- didn't have anyone whispering sweet nothings in my ear as I dose off.

"What are you thinking about?" He asks coming to a halt in front of a little cottage overlooking a river.

"This feels so surreal," I whisper.

"The best things always feel like they are out of this world." He winks as he climbs out of his car.

Zack hasn't changed one bit - no opening of doors for me, no holding of hands, but there's no disappointments here. I'm not expecting any romantic gestures, and although that would be nice - just once to feel like he feels lucky to have me, I'm content with what we have going on.

"What would you like to eat?" He asks as he closes his menu.

I don't bother to open the menu. "I'll have what you're having."

He orders the food.

"You take all your conquests on fancy dates?" I ask teasingly.

His past doesn't bother me - knowing that he has done things beyond my age is no news to me -- I liked him knowing who he is and I'm not expecting him to be any different in the way that he acts.

And no, I might not be as pretty as Juliet, but I know I'm worthy and I won't have him cheat on me.

"No," he says.
"Do you go kissing boys you know nothing about?" He asks staring at me - he composes himself as to not lose control.

"I- what do you mean?" I ask, feeling somewhat small in front of his excruciating stare.

"Why don't we stop the whole 'what do you mean' bullshit and give me a good enough reason as to why I shouldn't storm to this prick's place this instant and break his jaw.

"Zack.." I trial.

"Don't 'Zack' me. Out of all guys you could have gone and kissed, you pick the one I most despise," he growls.

"I don't understand, how do you even know Prinse?" I ask.

"Why don't you ask him, better yet don't talk to him," he says as the food arrives.

I sit in silence as he munches on his comestibles.

"I'm sorry, it just sort of happened," I say staring at my hands.

"I know you're nervous but the next time you want a guy to kiss you, come to me." He says and I nod.

He holds my hand as we walk out of the the little cottage and my heart melts.

He takes me along the path that leads to the river.

"Ever skinny dipped?" He asks with a smirk.

"No, and I'm not about to on our first date," I say and he chuckles.

We end up removing our shoes and having them soak into the still luke-warm water.

Zack is still very much the same - externally that is.

He doesn't live with his mom and he sometimes visits her in Florida - and that's when the puzzle pieces came together perfectly. Prinse used to live in Florida before moving here.

He makes a stop in front of my house.

"These lips are only mine to kiss - virgin lips or not," he says pulling me in for a peck. I wait for him to part my lips and have his way with me like I had always imagined, but no - none of that.

I can understand he is still mad, I would be mad too. His lips are only mine to kiss too - or are they?