Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Bad Boy’s Fight Club: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

I screamed. "Branson." He was standing right there in our doorway. And he gave me that cute boyish smile of his. He was carrying his guitar case in one hand and holding his phone in the other. I couldn't contain my excitement. I yelped and jumped into his arms squeezing him in a hug so hard so tight he almost dropped his guitar. "Mia. Can't breathe." He choked out before letting out a chuckle. "Oh. Sorry." I pulled back and just took him in. "I can't believe you're back already! I thought you'd be gone all summer!" He shrugged. "Well, yeah but Scott and Hayden told me you might need a friend and you know I do specialise in being kind of a super hero when it comes to helping little ladies in distress so here I am." He made a dramatic superhero pose. I rolled my eyes and turned to look at Scott and Hayden. They were both grinning knowingly. "You two did this?" I said. They both shrugged in perfect. "You were in such a bad place," Scott spoke, trying to sound casual and f

By the time the night is over, we're all pretty much spent but still giddy. I lean against Karen. We're the most tipsy. We have our arms wrapped around each other and are humming to one of the Flaming roses songs laughing out loud whenever one of us forgets the lyrics. I think we're on our fifth song when Branson intercepts. "Okay. That's enough. I need to get Mia home now. I pout. "What? No! We're having so much fun. One more hour Branson, please." "Uh heck no." Branson spoke. "Scott and Hayden might have been okay with me taking you out but keeping you past your bed time is pushing it." "I do not have a bed time." I huffed. Branson rolled his eyes. "Sure." He ruffled up my hair playfully. "Let's go song bird." I looked at Karen and she squeezed me in a hug. "Listen to your warden girl. But we totally should hang again!" "Most definitely." I told her. I said goodbye to the other guys and was about to start leaving when I realised I had forgotten my jacket. Branson let out

I froze.Nice going Mia. You just walked right into the girlfriend of the guy you shouldn't have been kissing but totally did kiss.Oh my gosh. I hadn't even thought of this girl when I had kissed Shark and later continued obsessing about kissing him.Great, now not only had I kissed my dead ex's arch nemesis, I was also a cheater.I cleared my throat."Uhm, hey." I spoke awkwardly. "I was just looking for..."Your boyfriend who I kissed behind your back."Uhm." I stopped myself. "You know what? I was actually just leaving. I must have the wrong house or something."I was just about to turn to leave when I heard a voice yell. "Yo! Mia!"Crap.I spun back and saw Bobby peeking over the tall girl's shoulder.She looked confused."This is Mia!" Bobby exclaimed again as if the point hadn't been thoroughly emphasised the first time.I shut my eyes and fought the urge to curse out loud.I gave a nervous smile as he pushed past the girl towards me.He threw an arm over my shoulder like we we

"Does this make me look fat?" Karen asked as she spun around in her super cute collared dress. Craig wrapped an arm around her and pulled her in close, making her giggle as he planted a kiss on her cheek. "Fat? You? Never. And anyone who argues is someone I will personally fight Mortal Combat style." He narrowed his eyes at the rest of us like one of us would dare argue. Terry rolled his eyes. "You two are so annoying, it makes me want to squirt lemon juice in my eyes." Karen's mouth dropped and she tossed a chip at him which Terry skillfully caught in his mouth at once and winked at them. The bowling alley wasn't as packed as I thought it would be considering it was a weekend. There were a few families and a few college age looking kids but other than that, we pretty much had the place to ourselves. Branson stood up and clapped his hands together. "Okay, everyone has their bowling shoes. I booked lane seven for us because seven's my luck number. Even though I don't need luck

I didn't let go of Shark's shirt. Actually, I was squeezing it so tightly, I knew I was in the process of wrinkling it. He turned to look at me. "Hey, you need to breathe." He spoke. I gulped and nodded. I was aware of what he was saying but it also felt like my brain was taking an extra ten seconds to process everything. Shark frowned. "I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?" I nodded absently again. My head was racing and I suddenly felt overstimulated by the lights and music of the bowling alley. All of it was suddenly too loud, too much. My grip tightened around Shark's shirt like I was afraid he would slip away and disappear. I thought he would yank my hand away. But he simply slid in closer. His head was above mine but close enough to me that he could whisper just for me to hear. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Yes." I spoke. I shut my eyes tightly and shook my head. "No." I huffed in frustration. "I don't know." My voice was shaking. "My mind is spinning." He didn't tell