"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 know I've been AWOL on you guys but hope you can forgive me. Studies had me by the throat but I'm back now and hope you are still willing to read and to show how sorry I am, here is a double update. 


"The movie is about to start," he whispers. 


We hadn't made any move to leave the car. We had been sitting there for a few hours since coming to a stop. I had started crying the moment we arrived and then I'd stopped. 


He brought his hand on my thigh and it lingered there for a while. "Will you miss just sitting here with me?" I asked and he nodded. 


"We could do long distance," I suggested. "We would be able to make it work." 


"Why? Have you already planned on fucking her the moment you land?" I didn't mean to say it out loud, but I was thinking about it. It's always three steps back when it comes to my progress. Am I obsessed with him? Maybe a little. I hope not too much. 


Seventy: MTOABB