"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

It's been a week since Gomes showed up at school. I haven't heard from him. Not a call, not a text -- nothing. I wasn't angry, I was beyond mad. How dare he? I know this is just a ship, but we are intimate. 


The moment you kiss me and I consume your eighty million germs then I consider us more. I'm not saying let me force a relationship onto him when he is not yet ready to say 'I do' to being my boyfriend. But I'll be damned if I am made to sit here, and pretend to be waiting for my husband's arrival who is still at war. 


I went to his house a couple of times and still no answer. Not a squeak. I know, what am I doing right now? -Walking down his street. I told myself it was the last time. I had been appearing at his door since Tuesday after school. I don't know what I was thinking, because that shouldn't be the girl I was meant to be. But it's Gomes, and that's the only excuse I could cook up with the brain cells I have left. 


Thirty-nine: MTOABB