"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

It wasn’t loud, but yet I still heard it. I was waiting for it. I was waiting for him to knock and tell me what I already knew. I sighed, I didn’t have energy to call for him to enter so he knocked again, this time as a warning before coming inside. 


“For what? You didn’t do anything to be sorry about,” he assures me. 


“I wanted to be there for you, truly,” I cry. 


“I know.” he walks up to the bed where I laid with the pillow to my face. “And you will be.” He smiles at me. 


“Huh? What do you mean?” I ask. Maybe I had misheard, those things can happen to just about anyone. 


“Let’s just say my persuasion skills are much better than yours,” he teases as he smirks. 


“So she said yes?” I ask, still not certain, but then he nodded. I jumped up from the bed with joy as I lunged for his neck to give him a hug. He holds me in position as we both fall on the bed. 


Fifty-seven: MTOABB