All Chapters of I Kissed A Badboy And He Was Mine: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 81: You Don’t Get to Rewrite MeMimi’s PovI barely slept that night, and by the time my alarm rang, I was already awake, staring at the ceiling like I had been waiting for it to confirm what I already knew. Today was not going to be easier. If anything, it was going to be worse, because now I understood what I was walking into.I turned off the alarm and sat up slowly, pressing my palms against my face for a second before letting out a quiet breath. My room felt too still, like everything was waiting for me to make the first move, and I hated that feeling more than I wanted to admit.Getting ready took longer than usual, not because I did anything different, but because I kept pausing without realizing it. I would pick up something, then stop halfway, like my mind had wandered somewhere else before I could finish what I started. Eventually, I forced myself to move properly, brushing my teeth, getting dressed, tying my hair back in a way that felt simple and manageable.I didn

Chapter 83: You Don’t Get to Laugh This OffFrank’s PovThe locker room was louder than usual, and it had nothing to do with practice.I could hear it before I even pushed the door open, voices overlapping, laughter cutting through the air in a way that felt too sharp to be casual. The moment I stepped inside, the noise did not stop, but it shifted slightly, like people were aware I was there even if they did not immediately acknowledge it.I dropped my bag onto the bench and ran a hand through my hair, taking a second to look around.A few guys were already dressed for training, others still pulling on their gear, but almost all of them had their phones out.That told me everything I needed to know.“Yo, superstar finally decided to show up,” Marcus said from across the room, leaning back against his locker with a grin that looked more curious than mocking.“Practice starts at the same time every day,” I replied.“Yeah, but today is different,” another guy added, holding up his phon

Chapter 85: You Don’t Get to Play VictimFrank’s Pov I did not plan to see her again that day, but Sandra had a way of appearing exactly when she knew it would matter.I spotted her near the faculty building, standing under the shade with her phone in her hand, her posture relaxed in a way that looked practiced rather than natural. She was not alone at first, but the moment she noticed me, she said something to the girl beside her and stepped away without hesitation.That alone told me she had been expecting this.“You’ve been avoiding me,” she said as she walked closer.“I haven’t been looking for you,” I replied.She smiled slightly, as if she found that answer amusing. “That sounds like the same thing.”“It isn’t.”She stopped a few steps in front of me, close enough for a conversation, but not close enough to draw attention unless someone was paying careful interest.“You’ve been busy defending her,” she said.“I’ve been correcting you,” I replied.Her expression did not change i

Chapter 87: You Don’t Get to Come Back Like Nothing HappenedMimi’s PovI did not expect to see Danny that evening.Not after everything that had happened, not after the way he had looked at me the last time we were in the same room, and definitely not in a place like this, where things had finally started to feel steady again.But when I stepped out of the library, adjusting my bag on my shoulder and preparing to head back to my dorm, I saw him standing near the walkway, his hands in his pockets, his posture still in that familiar way that used to make everything feel easier.It didn’t feel easy now.I slowed slightly, not enough to stop, but enough to give myself a second to process what I was looking at.He noticed me immediately.Of course he did.“Mimi,” he said, stepping forward.I stopped walking then, not because I wanted to, but because pretending I hadn’t seen him would have turned t

Chapter 94: You Cannot Control What People Say Mimi’s PovThe next morning did not feel normal, even though everything around me tried to act like it was.The campus was loud the moment I stepped out of my dorm, with students walking in groups, laughing, arguing, rushing to classes, and doing everything they usually did. On the surface, nothing had changed.But the way people looked at me told a different story.Some of them glanced quickly and looked away. Others didn’t bother hiding it at all, letting their eyes linger just a second too long before whispering to whoever they were with. I kept walking like I didn’t notice, adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder and focusing on where I was going.Zara caught up with me halfway down the path.“I was waiting for you,” she said.“I figured,” I replied.She studied my face for a moment as we walked side by side.“You look… fine,” she said.“That’s because I am fine,” I replied.“That’s not what I meant,” she said.“I know,” I said.