I Can Be Your Bad Boy

Going Home

JUSTIN'S POV: 

I was woken up when I felt someone's body jump on top of me.

"What the hell?" I said squinting my eyes.  

"I'm going home!" I heard that all too familiar voice ring in my ears. 

I opened my eyes and I saw McKayshla fully dressed. 

She was wearing one of my white tank top undershirts, dark skinny jeans, white gladiator sandals, and her hair was scrunched up in a messy bun. 

I love it when she wears my stuff. 

It makes her look hot. 

"It's Monday?" I asked. 

She giggled, "No, it's Sunday, but the doctor let me go early." 

"Are you sure you wanna go early?" 

"Yes, I wanna go home!" She said. 

I breathed out, "But I have to take a shower." 

"Okay," she said. 

I looked down at her arm and noticed she was scratching and picking at her cuts. 

I grabbed her arm, "what the hell do you think you're doing?" 

"It's itchy," she said innocently. 

"Did you clean it?" 

"No, I was too lazy to do it," 

"McKayshla," I sighed, "You have to." 

"Can you do it for me?" She asked. 

I chuckled, "No." 

"Please," she begged puckering out her bottom lip. 

Damn her and her cuteness. 

I groaned, "Fine." 

"Yay!" she cheered and got off of me. 

I got off of the bed rubbing my eye and walking over to the cabinet to grab the stuff. 

I got the supplies and walked over to McKayshla who was sitting on the bed. 

"Do you know how to do it?" She asked. 

I nodded, "Yeah, I've seen Dr. Carter do it plenty of times."

"Okay." 

I poured the peroxide on top of the cotton pad and put down the bottle of peroxide. 

"Pull out your arms," I ordered. 

She pulled out both of her arms so I decided to start off with her right arm. 

A slid the cotton pads down her forearm and she jolted pulling back her arm. 

"What?" I asked.

"That stings like a bitch," She said.

"That's what happens when you start to scratch and pick at it." I stated a matter-of-factly. 

She pouted and put her arms back out. 

I chuckled and continued to work on her arms. 

Minutes later, I finished rubbing ointment on her right arm. 

"Thanks Justin," she smiled getting up. 

I grabbed her by the hips, "Can I get more than a thanks Justin?" I smirked. 

"Friends," She warned. 

"With benefits," I added. 

She laughed out loud, "No."