"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

Do you ever just wonder back to the person you were a year ago, a month ago or even a day ago? 


I can't believe I'm that same girl who cried in bed for a boy - not that I don't do it anymore, this time it was for a different boy. I knew exactly what I wanted, but life had a way of surprising me. 


Maybe a few hours ago, I would have said yes -- that this has been the happiest I've been in a long time. But no, I'm confused - the kind you want to creep into a corner and bawl into a fit of tears. But I am not sorry for myself - my choices - even when they didn't make sense, I made them. 


Cass and I both turn to the sound of his voice. He called me even though she was standing next to me. I let it sink in. My eyelids close and I part my lips, inhaling and exhaling. 


Thirty-four: MTOABB