"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

“Gomes?” I whisper. He was facing towards the door that led to the balcony and he somewhat looked defeated as he laid next to me. 


“You’re asleep?” I tried again, I wasn’t sure what I was going to say but I wanted to comfort him - have him in my arms and whisper sweet nothings. 


I somewhat felt like I knew the feeling because he was me when mom and dad went their separate ways. I felt lost and confused because I was so used to the world ‘parents’ that when it was no longer plural - just ‘parent - I felt like I was suffocating from within. 


I bring my hand to touch his arm and he flinches. I wasn’t sure how I should be reading into that - he was hurting and I am in the right place now to know that I need to take the backseat and be as understanding as I can - isn’t that what people in relationships do? 


Fifty-five: MTOABB