Oh, so you're a "Bad boy"?

Fights and Makeups

Owen pulls back and my eyes land on the last person I want to see.

Nash.

His face is red and his fists are clenched white. His blue eyes glaring holes through Owen.

"Come on, Nash," Owen smirks. "You had to know she'd leave you for someone better eventually."

"Get," Nash seethes, "the fuck away from my girlfriend."

"Oh I don't know, she seems to like me," Owen says while grabbing my ass.

I jump up and gasp, swatting his hand away.

Nash charges and tackles Owen to the ground, punching him repeatedly.

"Stop it! Stop it! STOP IT!" I yell and try to pry Nash off of Owen. "Nash please just stop!"

Nash makes eye contact with me and I shrink back. He looks back and examines Owen, bruised and blood coming from his lip.

"Nash.." I beg again. "Please stop."

He just studies me for a second.

After what seems like years he gets off of Owen.

"Touch her again and I swear I'll do worse." Nash warns.

"I'd love to see you try." Owen taunts.

Nash steps towards him in anger but I place a hand on his chest

"He's not worth it." I whisper.

He looks at me again then nods feebly.

"Now c'mon lets get you cleaned up, babe." I grab his hand and lead him to my house.

"Why did he kiss you?" Nash demands.

"Don't worry about that."

"Why did he kiss you?" Nash just repeats.

"Because everyones shipping us." I sigh while unlocking my front door.

"Sit." I order while getting the first aid kit.

20 minutes later and his bruises are all cleaned up.

"Nash you aren't mad at me are you?" I ask.

"Mad that you cheated on me? No why would I be mad?" He glares at me.

"Nash he kissed me! I tried to get out he wouldn't let me." I argue.

"Yeah, sure." He scoffs. "I'm sure you fought real hard to keep his lips away. Tell me, Malia, how did his tongue feel when it was down your throat?"

I narrow my eyes at him. "The fuck do you think I am? Some sort of five dollar prostitute?"

"I don't know, are you?" He spits.

"You really want to know how the kiss was?" I seethe.

He just raises his eyebrows.

I lean in so my face is inches from his without loosing eye contact.

"Amazing."

His expression turns hard with jealousy and he grabs my shoulders. In a quick movement he has me pinned up against my cabinet. My heart picks up as I stare into his blue eyes.

"Better than this?" He challenges and places his lips on mine. The butterflies ravage through my stomach making me feel like I'm on cloud 9.

My hands wander up to his hair, twirling the strands between my fingers. His arms wrap around my waist and tighten in response.

He breaks the kiss and gives me his signature smirk.

"You enjoyed that." He gloats.

"Did not." I argue.

"Did too." He argues back. "You love me."

"Do not." I argue again.

"Yes you do, say it." He persists. "Say it!"

"Say what? That you suck at kissing?" I smirk back.

"That hurt." He holds his heart.

"Whatever." I laugh and flick his nose.

"Say it, Malia." He orders again.

"Nope." I refuse popping the 'p'.

"Then you leave me no choice." He grins evilly and begins tickling.

"Nash! Holy shit stop!" I yell while laughing.

"Not until you say it!" He laughs at me.

I laugh so hard I fall on the ground. He just straddles me and continues.

"Fine!" I say out of breath. "Fine! Fine! I'll say it!" He momentarily stops so I can speak. "You kiss way better than Owen."

He breaks into a huge grin and pecks my lips sweetly. "Good."