All Chapters of Craving The Badboy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Danilo’s Pov A fist slammed into my chest, shoving me hard against my locker. Pain exploded through my ribs. I barely had time to register the attack before a meaty hand fisted my maroon shirt, yanking me forward until I was nose-to-nose with some oversized jock. His breath—hot, rancid, and reeking of rotten bacon—hit me like a slap. I gagged. “What the hell is your problem?” I wheezed, struggling against his grip. His blue eyes burned with fury of a thousand suns. “I got an F in history because of you, four-eyed freak.” Ah. Now, it made sense. I recognized him now—one of the many jocks who shoved their assignments onto me. I had six essays to write last week. One had to slip through the cracks. Unlucky bastard. “I might get kicked off the team because of you,” he snarled, slamming me back against the metal. My head snapped against the locker with a dull thud. A sharp bolt of pain shot through my skull. I gritted my teeth. The hallway bustled with students, but n

Danilo’s Pov Mrs. Warren leaned forward and pulled a bright yellow flyer from a stack on her desk. She handed it to me. Spring Musical Auditions – “West Side Story” – Open to All Students.“I know your schedule’s packed, but this could be a great opportunity. You’re a natural speaker. Creative. Charismatic. You might surprise yourself.”I stared at the flyer. “The musical?” Why does this keep popping up?Her voice softened. “Antonia told me, you are a very good singer.”I looked up, startled.“As the co-director of the musical,” she continued, “I implore you to at least audition. This is your last year here. Don’t let it pass by without doing something that’s yours. Something you might actually enjoy.”I held the flyer like it was on fire. I thought of my father, and what he would do once he got wind of this. He wouldn't hesitate to drag me through the coals for this.I met Mrs. Warren’s gaze. “When are auditions?”“Today after school. I can talk to the drama teacher and make sure

Danilo’s Pov I couldn’t stop smiling.“You totally killed it in there,” Antonia said, bumping her shoulder against mine. “I mean… I don’t want to make your head grow bigger than it is right now, but you just made half the club look like extras in a school play.”I laughed under my breath. “Don’t say that too loudly. Julian might set my locker on fire.”“Oh, he’s definitely going to do something petty. But let him. He looked like he swallowed a lemon when Mrs. Harrison asked for your full name.”We walked side by side down the hallway, our footsteps echoing in the quiet school as students dispersed. The late afternoon sun had dipped, casting long shadows through the tall windows. The building felt empty now, like it was holding its breath between the end of classes and the start of evening activities.At the front doors, Antonia hesitated. “So… change of plans. Mind if I bail on you? Harper just texted me—movie night at her place. I was gonna say no, but she promised snacks and she ha