"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!

---

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

Katelyn walks up to me with her notebook in her hand. She towers me as she comes to a standstill next to my seat. 


“May I sit there.” She points at the seat next to mine - Gomes’ seat. It was his seat and only his. I didn't have permission to lend his seat to anyone. But then again he's not here - he wouldn't know. If he was here then he would be sitting in his seat, but is he here? -- No. 


I am overthinking this - just say 'yes' and let the girl sit. That way you won't be much of a loner sitting all by yourself -- but in retrospect, I would be a loner whose mind is focused on the lesson occurring in front of the class. But then my eyes would gaze to my right to find that Gomes isn't there. My mind would then wonder and I'd let it, till the little bell chimes for the exit break. 


Thirty-eight: MTOABB