Semua Bab I Kissed A Badboy And He Was Mine: Bab 11 - Bab 20

CHAPTER 11MIMI’S Pov;I didn’t sleep that night.I didn’t even come close.I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the darkness feeling too loud, too heavy, too warm. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Danny’s face angry, hurt, confused… jealous.And every time I rolled over, hugged my pillow, tried to force myself to calm down, I felt the stupid ghost of Frank’s kiss lingering on my lips. Soft. Warm. Confidence. Annoyingly addictive.My mind was a battlefield, and I was the one getting torn apart.By sunrise, I still hadn’t slept.The room felt suffocating, my chest tight, my throat dry. I needed air. I needed space. I needed something that didn’t remind me of last night.I dragged myself into the shower and stood under the hot water until my skin felt too sensitive to touch. My thoughts drifted everywhere and nowhere, bouncing between Danny’s anger and Frank’s stupid smirk.By the time I dressed and stepped out of my dorm, the sun was up but the campus still felt too quiet, like the

CHAPTER 13FRANK’S Pov;I didn’t sleep that night.Not even for a second.Even after Mimi fell asleep curled against me, her head tucked under my chin, her breath warm against my neck, one hand clutching the front of my hoodie like she was afraid I’d disappear. I just lay there, staring at her ceiling, wondering what the hell had happened to my life.I wasn’t supposed to feel like this.I wasn’t supposed to want someone this much.But somewhere between her tears, her trembling voice, her soft apology, and the way she whispered my name like she was trying not to break, something inside me changed.Something snapped.Something… settled.I wasn’t confused anymore.I wanted her.And not in the shallow way I was used to wanting girls in the way that scared the living shit out of me.I reached out, brushing a strand of hair off her forehead, careful not to wake her. Her face relaxed, like even in sleep she could feel my touch.She trusted me.God help her.I didn’t deserve that trust.I’d r

CHAPTER 15FRANK’S Pov ;I don’t lose control.Not on the ice.Not in class.Not in front of crowds.Not in front of idiots like Danny Salvador.But tonight, I swear, something in me snapped so hard I felt the crack in my spine.Standing outside Mimi’s door, I could still hear the echo of Danny’s voice from inside. Low. Tense. Intimate. Too intimate. The kind of tone a man uses when he’s close enough to feel your breath on his neck.I wasn’t even supposed to be here. I told myself I’d give her space, drop her off, walk away like a decent fake boyfriend. But minutes after I left… something dragged me right back up those stairs like a damn magnet.Maybe it was the way she looked when she walked away before wet hair, soaked clothes, trembling fingers, eyes swollen from crying. Maybe it was the memory of her tiny hands shaking when she tried to gather her stupid novel pages from the floor.Or maybe it was seeing Danny’s car parked outside.Either way, something pushed me to her room.And

CHAPTER 17:MIMI’S Pov;The silence in my room that night felt too loud. I could still hear his voice echoing somewhere in my head. Frank's voice, low, arrogant, and strangely soothing in a way that scared me. Every time I tried to shake him off my mind, my heart refused. It was beating too fast for someone who claimed to hate him.I tossed on my bed, hugging my pillow tightly. The moonlight through the window painted faint silver lines across the room, and all I could think about was that stupid smirk of his, that stupid confidence, and the way he said “baby” like it was his right.God, I hated him. But at the same time… I didn’t. And that was the problem.After everything that happened these past few days, the public humiliation, Sandra’s lies, Danny’s betrayal, the fake dating drama, I thought my life couldn’t get more complicated. But here I was, sitting on my bed, replaying the way Frank had looked at me earlier, like I wasn’t just some nerd in glasses but something more. And I d

CHAPTER 19: FRANK’S Pov;I swear, if someone had told me three months ago that I’d be pacing outside Mimi Salvador’s dorm room like a crazed man who’d lost the last piece of his mind, I would’ve laughed in their face. Hard. The kind of laugh that makes people question your sanity.But here I was.Hands buried in my hair. Jaw locked. Heart hammering like I’d been sprinting for miles. Every nerve in me felt raw, exposed, agitated because of a girl who didn’t even know what she did to me.No scratch that.A girl who knew nothing about what she did to me.And maybe that was the problem.I wasn’t used to… feeling. Not like this. Not this kind of burning, restless, stomach-dropping panic that hits me whenever she cries or pulls away or looks at me like she’s afraid I’ll break her heart.Like I’m capable of doing that.Hell, maybe I am. But I didn’t want to be. Not with her.I leaned against the wall, trying to breathe, trying to ground myself, but everything kept replaying the argument, th