All Chapters of I Kissed A Badboy And He Was Mine: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CHAPTER 41: MIMI’S Pov ;I knew something was wrong the moment I woke up.Not the dramatic kind of wrong. Not the kind that screams. The quiet kind. The kind that sits in your chest and waits. The kind that makes your breath shallow before you even understand why.The room was still dark, dawn barely creeping through the blinds, but my body was already tense, already braced like it was expecting a hit.I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, listening to my own breathing. In and out. Too fast. Too shallow. My heart wasn’t racing, but it wasn’t calm either. It felt… guarded.Like it had learned its lesson.I rolled onto my side and hugged my pillow, squeezing it against my chest like it could keep everything from spilling out. My phone buzzed on the nightstand.One notification.I didn’t need to check it to know who it was from.Frank.I closed my eyes instead.That’s

CHAPTER 43:Mimi’s Pov;I didn’t realize how tired I was until my body gave up on pretending.It happened quietly. No dramatic collapse, no tears sliding down my face in a cinematic way. Just this slow, sinking feeling in my chest, like something heavy had finally decided to settle there for good. Like my heart had been carrying too much for too long and simply said, enough.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my hands, and for a moment I couldn’t even remember what I’d been thinking about before everything went numb.Frank.Danny.The lies.The pretending.The way my name felt different in Frank’s mouth than it ever had in Danny’s.I pressed my palms together until my fingers ached.I was tired of being pulled in opposite directions. Tired of being the girl everyone wanted something from. Tired of being the center of a story that never asked me what I wanted.Outside, the campus was qui

CHAPTER 45:Mimi’s Pov;I didn’t realize how tired I was until I finally stopped moving.Not the normal kind of tired, the kind of sleep fixes. This was heavier. The kind that sits in your bones and presses behind your eyes and makes even breathing feel like work. The kind that comes from pretending you’re fine when you’re not. From choosing strength over honesty one too many times.I sat on the edge of my bed, shoes still on, bag dropped somewhere near the door, lights off. The room smelled faintly like laundry detergent and old paper, like ink and dust and all the stories I’d written to survive myself. The campus outside was loud laughter, distant music, a car horn but inside my chest, everything was painfully quiet.Frank hadn’t texted.Danny hadn’t either.And somehow, that hurt in two completely different ways.I leaned back and stared at the ceiling, blinking slowly. I kept replaying the way Frank looked a

CHAPTER 47:Mimi’s Pov;I didn’t realize how lonely I’d become until the silence started answering me back.The room felt too big for one person, even though it was barely large enough for the bed, the desk, and the mess I’d made of my life. My laptop sat open in front of me, cursor blinking like it was mocking me, waiting for words I no longer trusted myself to write.I used to write when things hurt.Now things hurt because I couldn’t write.I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling, counting the cracks, the faint shadows cast by the streetlight outside. Every part of me felt stretched thin, like I’d been pulled in too many directions and forgotten in the middle.Frank.Danny.Me.I hated that even thinking their names felt like choosing sides.The fake dating thing was supposed to be simple. A shield. A performance. A lie we both understood. Somewhere along the way, though, the lie start

CHAPTER 49: MIMI’S Pov; I didn’t sleep that night. Not the kind of sleep that rests you, anyway. It was the kind where your eyes close but your mind keeps running, replaying moments you wish you could erase and others you’re terrified to forget. My body lay still, but my heart refused to cooperate, beating like it was trying to escape my chest. Frank’s words from earlier wouldn’t leave me alone. You don’t run when things get real, Mimi. You hide. I hated that he was right. Morning came too quickly. The pale light slipping through my curtains felt intrusive, like it had no right to witness the mess inside me. I lay there for a long time, staring at the ceiling, wondering when exactly my life stopped feeling like mine. At some point, being “strong” turned into being tired. When I finally dragged myself out of bed, my phone buzzed on the nightstand.