"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. ~My Type of a Bad Boy~ A little of a weirdo, herself, Rossita finds herself confused when she goes from invisible to irresistible. Zack, the boy she thinks is her type might not be her type and as for Gomes -- only time will tell