All Chapters of Badboy And Our Wrong Love: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

 Cole had come to my aid by giving me Lilith’s scarf. She was his step sister but they went along pretty well. Lilith didn’t mind because it had been buried in her locker at school for a long while and she had no use for it.Thus, she agreed to lend me.I used it to protect my hair for the rest of the lectures, before school hours were over. Whitney gave me a mischievous look, as lectures went by. I ignored her facial expressions, not wanting to sign up for another trouble.Cole drove us in his old rickety car, dropping me off.The moment I got home, I noticed nobody was home, which I was a bit thankful for. I didn’t want them asking me any questions about my hair. I hastily went to my room, throwing my backpack on the bed.I grabbed a bottle of my shampoo, and commenced the washing of my hair. I scrubbed and scrubbed it, emptying about half of the content on my hair.I checked the bathroom mirror to see my pro

 The instant I opened my eyes, the first thing I laid my eyes on, were vintage walls. The whole place was designed with dull colours. Despite that, it was still stunning. Writhing my brows, I wondered where I was. With eyes searching around the room, I slowly scanned the room. There was a shelf and a mini bar, directly ahead of me.Just as I stood up, a throbbing pain hit my forehead.Slowly, last night’s events imprinted on my brain. I immediately gasped at the whole lot of things I had done.“Oh no,” I muttered, with a cringy voice. Rubbing my forehead at the headache that occupied me, I stood up slowly. I sighted my bare legs, re-tracing it all the way to my knee.I was clothed in a saggy shirt that wasn’t even mine. My hands clenched around my chest in protectiveness.What was happening here?Whose clothes was I putting on and, where the heck was I?Just like a response to my question, a door s

 Surprises.Life for me just had to be always filled with them.I was an early bloomer. Thus, I didn’t even know what happened when a blood dripped from my chair, in the middle of class. Not until I heard the mocking laughter of the boys in class.It all made me feel so ashamed. In fact, I wished the ground would open up and swallow me, that second.I mean, nobody even told me about that. It just happened out of the blue, without any form of warning.That was a surprise.Something that was uncalled for.Mum and dad just did this.And, I hated that they did.“How is he my brother?” I asked them, with a shaky voice. Guilt was written on both of their faces. My mind lingered to the reason they hadn’t told me of all this.Didn’t they think I deserved to know?“I-I thought I was the only child,” I choked out, with my eyes searching theirs. I desperately look

  All my life, I had always wished I wasn’t the only child. Since when I was a little child, I always craved some company. This was why I felt delighted when Galaxy showed up, one day. Although, sadness had occupied me, knowing she lost people dear to her. But her company made me feel alive. Like I now had a friend. But one day, she went to school. The similar loneliness came back occupying me, all over again. Cole’s was different though. He was a friend that meant the world to me. That certainly didn’t mean he’d always be there. On my six-year-old birthday, I had wished to have another sibling. Infact, I did this every single year. I now did understand why mum and dad didn’t push to have another kid like I expected. I had a brother I never even knew of. Diego Leonard Davis. This form of happiness was in a way, different, because we were bound by blood this time. “Common Phoebe!” he

 Asher’s Pov Most guys in school were intimidated by me.On field, in the area of girls swooning over me. They made every little thing they did seem like a competition. Gregory, Henry and the rest.Except from one though, Jacob.“Yo man,” one of them let out, as we practiced on the field. I remember seeing him around that girl that bullied Phoebe, Whitney.It seemed like he liked her.But she gave the impression to like me.“Yo…” I trailed out, giving him a handshake. I grabbed his frail hands in my large ones. While I was different from most of them was my built and muscled body.And what lied in between, couldn’t compare to most of them.I had a year to graduate, thus, wasn’t too old.I was just blessed with this body.“Care to do a few laps? You seem very competitive,” he sni