"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

"Why are you standing outside in the cold?" Jordan asks as she and Cassandra approach me. 


"I'm waiting for my sister to come fetch me." 


"Rossita, are you okay?" Cass asks with worry in her eyes. The tears hadn't stopped flowing even though I told it to. I didn’t want her sympathy because I knew it would be coming with an ‘I told you so’. She wouldn’t be wrong, she did tell me so but when have I ever listened. It's pathetic really, do I not want a happy ending with a guy that’s not just perfect on paper? 


“I’m going to be fine, Cass, seriously,” I tried to assure her but she didn’t buy it yet she didn’t push any further. 


“We can’t leave you here outside in the cold, so please come inside while you wait,” Jordan persists. 


“Chloe will be here any minute,” I tell her. 


“I will stay out here with her,” Cass tells Jordan who enters the house through the front door. 


“What did he do?” She asked me as we both stood there. 


Seventy-one: MTOABB