I Can Be Your Bad Boy

Stratford Fair

JUSTIN'S POV: 

Another argument between me and McKayshla. 

What else is new? 

I breathed out and ran my hands up and down my face. 

Our arguments get so damn frustrating and it pisses me off. 

I looked out my window and saw that all the cars were still here. 

Lilly probably has McKayshla's car. 

So where's McKayshla? 

I went in my phone and looked for her caller I.D. 

Wifey <3 

I clicked on it and it made a couple rings. 

"What do you want?" She spat. 

"Well hello to you too babe," I smirked. 

She breathed out, "Bye Justin." 

"You better not hang up." I said. 

I heard a click on the other hand. 

"Hello?" 

No answer. 

I hate it when she does that. 

I call her back and it starts to ring. 

"Keep calling me and I swear I will punch you in the face," she threatened. 

"Whoa, uh, you can save your fists for Alex," I chuckled. 

"This is why I won't talk to you, you act like such a dick," She spat. 

"Thanks babe, that means a lot, now how about you tell me where you're at." I said. 

"How about I don't," she said. 

"How about you do," I said. 

"No," she said. 

"McKayshla, just tell me where you're at." I said. 

"Come find me," She said. 

And with that I heard a click on the phone. 

The world's most frustrating girlfriend in the world everybody. 

I love this girl to death, but damn. 

I grabbed my keys and walked downstairs. 

I opened the door and walked outside and found my girl. 

She was sitting on the steps outside and you could see she had earphones in. 

I put my keys in my pocket and walked up behind her then sat beside her. 

I kept my stare at the side of her face while she kept her face forward with her ear buds in her ears. 

I yanked one of her ear buds out. 

"What?" She spat and turned facing me. 

"Are we gonna talk or..?" I trailed off. 

"There's nothing to talk about." She said then put her earphones back in her ear.

She's always finding ways to piss me the hell off. 

I take her earphones off and snatch her phone away from her and put it in my pocket. 

"Hey, give me back my phone," she reached out, but I blocked her. 

"No," I said. 

"Justin, give me back my phone," she reached out again, but I ended up blocking her again.