All Chapters of Badboy And Our Wrong Love: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

  Asher’s Pov   The sooner she fell into my hands, it was just like whatever she felt just channeled towards me. Her entire body crumbled into mine weakly. My heart tugged harder by itself. “Hang on, Phoebe. Try to hang on in there,” I muttered, searching for what to do. I scooped her into my hands nervously. As I did run, I swallowed a large gulp. This wasn’t the first or umpteenth time I’ve had to manage someone’s passing out. Only thing was that this didn’t seem called for. It was just like she just did it out of the blue, which was quite strange. I settled her on a platform, reaching for the keys to my motorcycle. I kicked it to start, scooping her into my hands. I got to the school gate sooner than I expected. A car just drove out. This gave me a maximum exit, since the gate was open. “Stop

Whitney’s Pov "Well Miss Davenport, I'll only allow this for today after today it's a no.” The principal said with a stern voice eyeing my phone. I smiled victoriously. Like he had a choice, I thought. I was about going into history class when I spotted Phoebe rushing to the toilet. A perfect opportunity for me to show her the stuff I'm made of once again. I quietly followed her into the toilet and folded my arms at a corner as I watched as she threw up into the sink. A part of me pitied her. Maybe I won't have to prank her today. "Looks like our little Phoebe got too much to eat," I sneered. Phoebe sighed tiredly and turned to me. “What do you want, Whitney? You’d really stoop so low to taunt me when I’m not well?” She asked me. I scoffed loudly, observing her with my hands folded. “You look bad.” I stated. “Oh, here’s a correction. You look bad everyday but today, you’re much worse.” Okay maybe I promised not to be a bitch but....duh, baby steps. “Why do you

Asher's POVThat kid, Cole Frederick sure had it in him. I may have underestimated his abilities but tonight he proved me wrong. I stood in front of the toilet sink trying to wash my bloodied nose and mouth. The fucking moron had given me a broken nose and a busted lip. Not bad. Not fucking bad. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. He was right about everything he said about me. I've always been a sick fuck. Wanting the world to think I'm this arrogant, careless bastard who didn't give a fuck, but I wasn't. I tried my best to maintain character all these while trying to impress myself and my father but not for once getting that satisfaction. I grabbed the towel and wiped my face. I've always liked Phoebe, more than I cared to mention. Back then when we were in fifth grade, I had wanted to talk to her but fucking Cole was always with her. At first, I had thought they were dating and that had got me really pissed. I had developed strong hatred for him. He was always the go

Phoebe's POV The following days at school were much more traumatic than the previous. Guilt hovered over me like a ghost. I had the feeling that everyone knew I was pregnant, like it was written on my forehead. I felt that ever single snicker, ever single jeer or giggle was directed towards me. I sat beside Cole in history class. He seemed to be the only one paying attention because most of the other students had dozed off. Some were even snoring loudly to shoo the teacher out. The teacher was unmoved anyway. She was known for her popular statement: "Students pretend to listen to their teachers and then cheat their way out of a class. We teachers will continue to teach anyway.” She wasn't actually wrong to some extent though. "Phoebe are you listening to me?" I heard Cole whisper. "Yeah?" "I was thinking about our karaoke plans last night, maybe we should cancel the whole thing and focus on the more pressing issues." He explained with his eyes faced towards the teacher. "You

Asher’s POV"Phoebe is there anything you would like to say?"Her dad asked. It seemed like he was struggling to get his words out."No."Phoebe shook her head and whispered."It's okay dear, you don't have to say anything," Her mom said and walked to her tenderly squeezing her shoulder.That was when I noticed the other guy with the scar on his jaw. He stole a quick glance at me and looked away.I managed to restrain myself from taking any silly action because I was going to deal with him later. I was broken that Phoebe still didn't look in my direction.All of a sudden, I heard someone yelling Phoebe's name from the front porch.It was Cole."Hey," he greeted everyone breathing so heavily that I thought he'd run down here."Did you know about this too?" Phoebe's dad asked.A part of me hoped he denied so I could prove to Phoebe what a terrible friend he was.But no, today was not my lucky day."Yeah I did," Cole replied and then turned to me.I purposely gave him an angry glare.Wh