"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

By the time I reached the kitchen that morning, they were all already seated and exchanging pleasantries. I moved to sit next to the open seat next to Chloe. He had left a plate out for me so I grabbed a few omelettes folded around cheese and mushrooms from the full stack in the middle of the table. I quickly take a bite and savor the moment as the mushrooms dance around on my tongue mixed with the cheese and omelette. I could eat this whole day without another care in the world. 


“You must be really hungry,” Chloe says as I reach for my third omelette. I hum in response and immediately take a bite. They all watched as I chewed and I reverted my stare down, focusing on these deliciously made omelettes. 


Okay Mr. Chef, looks like I won’t have to take culinary class - just need to make sure you stick around for a very long time. 


Flashbacks of last night’s arguing kicks in so vividly that I almost gagged on my food. 


Forty-six: MTOABB