All Chapters of I Kissed A Badboy And He Was Mine: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CHAPTER 21: FRANK’S Pov; I swear there are days when I think I’ve got everything under control: my anger, my jealousy, my damn feelings. And then there are days like this one, where one looks at Mimi and everything inside me slides dangerously off its axis. It started the moment she walked out of her dorm wearing that oversized sweater of mine again. The same one she pretended to “accidentally” grab the day she slept over, when she was crying into my chest and telling me Danny would never see her the way she wanted. I told myself I gave the sweater to her because she needed it. But that was a lie. I liked the idea of her wearing something that belonged to me. And today? Seeing her in it again made something in me curl hot and possessive. She tugged on the sleeves nervously like she always did when she was thinking too much, overanalyzing, worrying herself sick. “Are you ready?” she asked softly, hugging her laptop to her chest like it was a shield. Her hair was still dam

CHAPTER 23: Mimi’s Pov; I don’t know what shifted inside me that morning, but when I woke up, my chest felt tight in a way that wasn’t just sadness it was warning. Like the kind your heart whispers when it knows something is about to change, whether you’re ready or not. Frank hadn’t texted me yet, which was unusual. He always texted. Even when we were fighting, even when he was being annoyingly arrogant, he always found a way into my notifications like a stubborn storm that refused to leave. But today nothing. And maybe it shouldn’t have bothered me as much as it did, but it did. My entire body felt restless as I showered, my mind replaying flashes of everything that had happened these past few days. The fights, the jealousy, the kisses… the way he looked at me like he could burn down the world if it meant keeping me safe. God. I pressed my hands to my eyes, trying to breathe. Maybe I was starting to feel too much. Maybe more than I should. By the time I got dressed and walke

CHAPTER 25: Mimi’s Pov; I swear, if someone had told me a year ago that my life would look like this caught between love, fear, guilt, longing, and the messy, beautiful chaos that is Frank Santiago I would’ve laughed in their face. Or cried. Probably cried. Because right now, as I sit on the tiny couch in my dorm room staring at the message on my phone, all I feel is this weird cocktail of panic and aching warmth that makes my chest tight. Frank: “Open your door. I’m outside.” My heart drops straight to my stomach. He’s here? Now? After the way things ended earlier after that argument, after the jealousy, the silence, the way we both walked away like we weren’t both dying to turn back? I wipe my palms on my jeans, swallow hard, and move toward the door. My hand hesitates on the knob. Part of me wants to open it. Part of me wants to scream into a pillow. Part of me wants to collapse into his arms. And part of me, maybe the loudest part, is terrified. Terrified of how much I

CHAPTER 27:MIMI’S Pov;I don’t know what exactly I was expecting when I opened my eyes that morning, maybe… or at least a moment where my heart didn’t feel like it was squeezed inside a fist but reality hit me instantly. Heavy. Loud. Unavoidable.My phone buzzed non-stop beside my pillow, vibrating so hard it almost fell off. I didn’t need to touch it to know the notifications weren’t good ones. Nothing good ever came early in the morning in this school. Especially not when your life was apparently everyone’s favorite show to gossip about.I dragged the blanket over my head, wishing I could disappear for a while… but then I heard it.A knock.Not soft. Not polite. But urgent.“Mimi, open the door.”Frank.My chest tightened, and my eyes fluttered open fully. My heartbeat picked up speed, and for a second, all the chaos of yesterday came crashing in Danny’s confession, the twisted tension between all of us, the unexpected warmth I felt wrapped in Frank’s arms, that confusing magnetism

CHAPTER 29: Mimi’s Pov; I don’t know how long I stood outside the dorm building with my hands shaking and my heart beating in that weird, painful rhythm that felt half like panic, half like heartbreak. The air was cold, but my face was hot, my chest tight, and Frank’s words were still replaying in my head like an echo I couldn’t shut off. “Mimi, you can’t keep running every time something feels too big. I’m not Danny. I’m not going to leave because you’re too much.” Too much. That’s what I’ve always been terrified of being. Too emotional. Too clingy. Too soft. Too invisible until I screw up. Too loud when I should be quiet. Too quiet when I should speak. I swallowed hard as tears blurred the lights in front of me. I wiped them quickly, because if anyone walked past right now, I’d probably scream. The last thing I needed was another rumor starting about “Mimi crying again.” This school has fed on my name way too much lately. I headed inside the building quietly, each step