"Are you always such a dork?" I ask, as I continue to examine his room.

"What makes you think I'm a dork?" He asks, amused.

"I don't know, you just are," I say.

He chuckles and the sound brings a smile to my face.

Snap out of it, Rossita.
He's not your type!

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In Rossita Jenkins's world, there was only one boy who seemed to fit the role of her bad boy type and somewhere along the line, she gets lucky and starts dating him.

She meets Prinse Gomes, a boy who to the naked eye seems to not be her type, but somehow ever since he arrived, her world has been a rollercoaster.

And just when she thought she knew what she wanted in life, her heart seems to be fighting a battle between which boy she should be with.

My Type of a Bad Boy

"He is meant to be different-- my kind of different," I tell Cass. 


Why does it surprise me that it’s Holly who got in between us - it was bound to happen. I knew that better than anyone. 


"Is it really? All I ask is for a boy who knows how to love-- the kind that takes my breath away but still keeps me wanting more. He was meant to be that guy -- the perfect one for me." 


All I wanted was to find an imperfectly perfect boy to make my love story complete. But every time I am fooled into believing that everything is better than okay, life smacks reality into my face and I’m stuck looking like an idiot. 


I sigh. "I've ruined our sleepover, haven't I?" 


"I don't think so. We can always salvage it with ice cream and cookies." 


This time around, I had a girl best friend to keep me company as my heart shatters into a million pieces. 


"Sounds like a plan." I use the coat to wipe my snort - that sat lingering on my nostril. 


Thirty-two: MTOABB