"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

We ended up not doing much after breakfast. Everyone hadn’t bothered to suggest plans for the day, so we all gathered in the lounge. 


The weather resembled that of Gomes’s mood and everyone was trying to take his mind off of what was going on down in Miami with his daughter, but no luck. I was the worst of them all, I sat still next to him, not knowing what the best method was to comfort him. 


“What kind of game?” Cassandra looks at him knowingly. 


“Just the classic - Who Knows Me Better. If the statement describes you and someone points you out, you drink. This is the best way to get drunk and loosen up,” he explains. 


“I’m just not feeling it tonight, Zack,” he cuts him off as he states. 


Fifty-four: MTOABB