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The Bad Boy’s Regret Chapter 136
MONICAProm night ended in a blur of glitter and music that lingered too long in my ears, the kind that makes your head buzz even after the lights go out. Damian and I drove home in near silence, just letting the city noise wrap around us, his hand occasionally brushing mine but neither of us making it official. When we finally got to my doorstep, he stopped and looked at me, tired eyes glinting in the streetlight.“That was… intense,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah,” I agreed softly, trying to read him. “Are you… really okay with me accepting the program abroad?” He shrugged like it was nothing, but I saw the tiny flicker of worry in his eyes. “Why wouldn’t I be?”“I… I just… I don’t know what it would mean for us,” I said, twisting the strap of my dress nervously. “I don’t want you thinking I’d leave you behind or that I care more about this stupid program than… us.”He shook his head, stepping closer. “Monica, I’m okay with it. Actually…” He hesitated, and my hear
The Bad Boy’s Regret Chapter 135
MONICA “You came,” I said into his suit, voice muffled. "I thought you'd bail."He pulled back slightly to look at me. “On prom night?” he said, almost offended. “That’s insane.”“I didn’t know,” I admitted. “You’ve been…”“Quiet,” he finished.“Yeah.”He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear gently. “You look beautiful.” I swallowed. “I didn’t expect you to come.” He frowned slightly. “Monica.”“I’m sorry,” I blurted out. “For everything. For not telling you sooner. For making you feel like—” He shook his head. “It’s fine.”“It’s not.”“It is,” he insisted softly. “We’ll figure it out. Not tonight.”I searched his face for cracks but all I saw was sincerity and something else underneath it. Determination maybe. “Okay,” I whispered.He opened the passenger door for me with a small bow. “After you.”The drive to prom felt shorter than usual. My nerves shifted from fear to excitement, bubbling under my skin. When we pulled up, the venue looked unreal. Lights draped from the ceiling li
The Bad Boy’s Regret Chapter 134
MONICA “You came,” I said into his suit, voice muffled. "I thought you'd bail."He pulled back slightly to look at me. “On prom night?” he said, almost offended. “That’s insane.”“I didn’t know,” I admitted. “You’ve been…”“Quiet,” he finished.“Yeah.”He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear gently. “You look beautiful.” I swallowed. “I didn’t expect you to come.” He frowned slightly. “Monica.”“I’m sorry,” I blurted out. “For everything. For not telling you sooner. For making you feel like—” He shook his head. “It’s fine.”“It’s not.”“It is,” he insisted softly. “We’ll figure it out. Not tonight.”I searched his face for cracks but all I saw was sincerity and something else underneath it. Determination maybe. “Okay,” I whispered.He opened the passenger door for me with a small bow. “After you.”The drive to prom felt shorter than usual. My nerves shifted from fear to excitement, bubbling under my skin. When we pulled up, the venue looked unreal. Lights draped from the ceiling li
The Bad Boy’s Regret Chapter 132
MONICA She looked at me for a second like she wanted to argue, then just nodded and moved to the next table. It was hard. Harder than I expected. Not physically. Not really. It was the restraint. The swallowing pride. The constant polite smile even when someone acted like you were beneath them.And the worst part? Monica did this regularly. The thought sat heavy in my chest. She shouldn’t have to deal with half of this. A guy in front of me intentionally acted like a jerk about his order. “No, I said almond milk,” he insisted loudly, even though I’d heard him say regular. “Do you even listen?”“I’m sorry for the confusion,” I said, keeping my voice level. “I’ll remake it.” He smirked like he’d won something.I walked to the back again, hands shaking slightly now, and splashed cold water on my face. For a split second I imagined grabbing him by the collar. For a split second I imagined not caring about consequences.Then I exhaled slowly. This is the distraction. Don’t ruin it. When I
The Bad Boy’s Regret Chapter 131
GABRIELEarlier.I almost tracked them. I had my phone in my hand, Wayne’s stupid smug face still burned in to my brain from the pic, from the way he looked at her like she was a trophy he’d already won, and for a second I genuinely considered it, just tracking them, just seeing where they went, just making sure he didn’t touch her in a way that would make me lose control, but instead I threw my phone on my bed and opened my laptop and stared at the project Monica and I had to finish, because numbers they were safer than jealousy, and if I focused hard enough maybe the image of Wayne’s lips on hers would blur out.“Focus,” I muttered to myself, dragging a hand down my face. “It’s just a project.” It wasn’t just a project. It was the only thing stopping me from doing something stupid.So I worked. I read every article twice. I rewrote the introduction three times. I fixed the formatting like it personally offended me. I kept my head down and my tone normal, like I hadn’t imagined punch
The Bad Boy’s Regret Chapter 130
ZOEY Beep.Beep.I keep staring at the ceiling. “It’s not uncommon after traumatic events,” he continues. “Especially if there are triggers involved.”Triggers. That’s a cute word for it. He says something about stress management. About therapy. About monitoring. I don’t really hear it. The beeping is louder than him. It’s distracting. It’s irritating. I focus on that instead.Beep.Beep.Beep.I turn my head slightly and see the IV in my wrist. Clear liquid dripping slowly into me. Making me feel floaty. Dull. My phone is on the table beside the bed. I grab it. There are too many notifications. I ignore most of them.Wayne: Where are you?Wayne: You disappeared.Wayne: I can come pick you up.I stare at his name for a second then lock the phone and turn to the other side. I feel tired. Not sleepy. Just drained. Like someone unplugged me.Then I remember something. Hospitals give good stuff. The kind that makes everything quiet. The kind that smooths the edges off your brain.I sit u
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MONICA I grabbed a notepad, pulled my cap lower, and tugged at my mask, thank God Carla made us wear them during shifts. Still, there was no mistaking my hair or voice. I had to get creative fast.I grabbed one of the oversized menus and pretended to be checking something on it as I walked toward
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MONICA I turned on my heel and walked faster, ignoring the looks we were getting. I could feel Gabriel’s eyes on me from across the hall, and that only made it worse. By the time I got out of school, my head was pounding again. I checked my phone to find no new messages from Dad. The last test fro
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MONICA I stayed silent, picking at the edge of a fry.He sighed. “I didn’t text you because I didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t sound stupid. I figured maybe I should *show* you instead. So I did some digging and found a list of your favorite authors and books. Penelope Douglas, Ana Huang, Col
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MONICABefore I could even think of a comeback, the door opened and Zoey strutted in like she was auditioning for a movie. Emily, Ava, and Olivia immediately got up from their seats and trailed behind her, giggling and whispering loud enough for everyone to hear.I kept my eyes forward, refusing to
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