"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

“Rossita. I don’t want to leave, but I have to get home.” We had been snuggled up in my bed for an hour or so now. But I wasn’t trying to cave in and take three steps back from all the progress I had made. I didn’t cry over him, but yes, I thought of him a lot. 


“Okay,” I whisper. The last thing I wanted was for him to catch on that I was bothered that he was leaving me again. 


“Why does it sound like you don’t care?” He elevated his eyebrows and stared at me with concerns. 


“I do care, but like you said, you need to get home.” I remove the duvet from my body. 


“You could at least try to convince me to stay another hour or so.” He was getting bothered. “You’re showing me mixed signals right now, and I don’t know if I like that.” you don’t like getting a taste of your own medicine, Gomes.’ 


Sixty-five: MTOABB