"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

Approximately fifteen minutes had passed before Gomes finally graced us with his presence downstairs. His blond hair was still damp, which could only mean he took a very long shower. 


“I would have assumed Zack would have had dinner on the table already,” Gomes says, leaning against the wall adjacent to the stairs. 


I wonder how rich their parents were to have had such a beautiful cottage built for them. Upstairs is where the two bedrooms could be found with both of them having an ensuite. The kitchen and living room were downstairs - open plan so if I wanted to take a sneak peak at him while he cooked, I could and if maybe he was curious to know what show I had on the television screen, he would just look up and it would be in his view. There were no hiding rooms downstairs. 


“You know you’re the chef and I’m the eater,” Zack tells him. 


This was bizarre to me - why are they talking? 


Why are they not sending each other death stares? 


Fifty-one: MTOABB