"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

I let it ring for a few more seconds as I watch it closely. 


Father is in the next room opposite mother’s. I don’t know who they are trying to fool. We all know that they are waiting for everyone to fall asleep so they can return back to their youth years of sneaking into bedrooms. They are still legally married on paper, so no one could ever blame them if they decided to seek comfort in each other's arms. I know I wouldn’t - I’m still that little girl who wants both her parents under the same roof, but only if they are happy. 


I know better than to try and knock on Chloe’s bed. She had sent a text an hour ago saying to not disturb her - that was code for ‘Brody is in my room so don’t dare interrupt’. I wasn’t thinking of doing such a thing, she needed to smile after the week she’s had. But I have had a weird week too, so why is there no boy in my room? 


Thirty-seven: MTOABB