All Chapters of How to Destroy a Badboy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Valentine In my entire messy life, I never felt this extremely hungry, certainly not for food, definitely not for attention, but for something I never knew I was hungry for. After kissing Dominic, I was kind of swiftly thrown into a jungle of confusion, and I don’t even have a compass or the appropriate skills to easily navigate it. Or maybe I just didn’t see the possibility of that thing happening. I was satisfactorily entertained by looking at the deceiving view of the other way around rather than the right panorama. I don’t know.

Valentine I never saw the spear hurled so quickly my way. I just blinked an eye and the next thing I know someone hit the bull's eye. I thought I forged my guard adamant enough to keep me protected from this shit yet all the while I was dead wrong. 

Valentine I guess that kiss was the only thing I badly needed to get out of this quicksand.Or maybe not.To be honest I'm already freaking out knowing that I never wanted it but maybe it turns out that I needed it. It felt really great and somehow weird maybe too much for enlightenment. Oh fuck, am I gay?

Valentine  I sat anxiously at the only unoccupied table at Forever22. As someone who constantly seeks attention, it was not the best spot since it was a bit hidden by the corner but it's better than nothing. I didn't know what came over me but I rushed here as soon as possible. Before that, I had to drop Vincent and Keiran somewhere else. Vincent tried to convince me to come with them but I just can't. A huge part of me wants to go with them and have more catching up with my brother but I just can't. I have to be here. I've already checked out the entire place as soon as I arrived here and up until this moment, I'm still

Valentine Lying down on my bed and staring blankly on the ceiling above, I couldn't stop thinking about Dominic and this whole uncanny thing that's going on. Just by thinking about the fact that he helped me last time when I passed out rather than leaving me alone to rot at that bar is already enough to make me believe that he cares about me. Of course, it was a big surprise to wake up in his bedroom. I know I've been waking up to somebody else's bedroom multiple times these past few months, but this is the very first time that I'm waking up in a man's bed and to realize that nothing happened is a breath of fresh air. And I believe that's an incredible and insensible thing that he's been