"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

"Nothing good ever comes from nothing, Rossita." He turns his head and glances towards the door that Zack just went in. He decided not to wear his glasses today, so instead of looking into his iridescent blue eyes through a lens, I have them on full display. 


"It wasn't of importance, Prinse," I let him know as I grabbed his hand in mine. He squeezes my hand lightly and we both move to sit on the couch. 


Juliet had joined Zack outside and Cass was upstairs while Chloe decided she was going to make popcorn in the kitchen. I knew better than to leave her all alone in there for too long so I excused myself as I headed for the kitchen. 


"I can already smell the smoke," I tease. She removes the lid and throws out a potful of popped corn in a glass bowl. 


"You're such a liar. I'm a better cook than you," she retorts. 


Forty-nine: MTOABB