"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

I didn't get a reply back and I was worried he wouldn't pitch up. I jump out of bed and run to the bathroom. What did I plan to say to him? I return back to my room and quickly grab the first clothing item I see in the closet and put it on. 


Chloe rushes in and at least this time she didn't find me half-naked. 


"Are you not going to tell me what the hell happened last night?" She asks. 


"I can't right now, Chloe. I have to get ready to go see him." 


I stop in my steps and turn to look at her. "Seriously Chloe. I'm talking about Gomes." 


"My bad, could have been Zack who you were going to go see," she mutters. 


She lays on my bed and watches my every move. "You're such a hawk right now," I tell her and she throws her head back in laughter. 


"What time are you meant to meet him?" Chloe asks me and I stop in my trail. Oh shit! I didn't give him time. "I don't know. He hadn’t even responded to my message. 


Sixty-eight: MTOABB