Bad Boy Next Door

Bad Boy Next Door [6]

TEARS FROM THE SKY.

rain

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noun

moisture condensed from the atmosphere that falls visibly in separate drops.

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5:12 PM

"Alex, I want this!" I pointed to the sparkly blue dress.

"No. I can't even believe I'n here in this store with you." He seethed.

"Deal with it, asshole." I rolled my eyes.

"Stop fucking calling me that."

"No." I mocked.

I looked at the cart and it was completely filled with my stuff. I didn't see one item that belonged to Alex besides the leather jacket.

no wait- that's for me too.

"You haven't gotten anything." I looked at him, waiting for an answer.

"So? I don't want anything." He shrugged.

"Let's go to the men's section." I swayed the cart to follow me into the men's section.

"When do you ever fucking stop," He groaned.

"These are some nice t shirts and V-necks, why don't you get one, considering it's all you wear." I asked searching clothes around the section.

"I told you, I don't want anything." He repeated.

"Wait here." I ran to the front door of the store, grabbed a cart, then ran back to Alex. I grabbed everything nice and hot that I could find for Alex.

"Go put that shit back." He demanded.

"No."

"Bella, go put it back. Now." He demanded again.

"No." I repeated.

We finally got to the register, so I decided to make a deal with Alex.

"You pay for my stuff, and I pay for yours. Simple." I negotiated.

"No. I'm paying for both." He argued.

"No."

"Yes."

"No. I'm not going back and forth with you. I fucking said no. Deal with it or not, I don't give a fuck."

"Ye-"

"The total for both carts is $941." The lady at the register interrupted us.

"Well excuse me, you just needed to say that in the middle of our conversation?" I looked at her up and down.

"Bitch, it's my job. I don't know if you know what that is." She replied sassily.

"Bitch, I will jump on this counter and show you who the fuck I am." I threatened.

"Try." I jumped on the counter and pulled her wig. I punched her three times as she was screaming.c not able to fight back, before security escorted me out of the store while Alex held all of the shopping bags, which he paid for.

The security finally let me go when we reached outside.

"That was interesting. I've never seen that side of you before." An amused look was on his face.

"This is your fault!" I yelled, "If you didn't let me pay for your stuff, none of this would've happened!"

"Oh, so it's my fault?" He narrowed his eyes at me. "I'm not the one who jumped on a fucking counter to attack the cashier!"