you usually hated arguing, and would normally try to get out of it in any means.

but with malcolm? It was so easy to get carried away in an argument. he was such a dick and you couldn’t stand when he was right.

malcolm lynch was naturally a fighter. he would scream or fight anyone who tried something with him.

you and him were like ice and fire. you normally never raised your voice— until it came to him.

to make matters worse? he was your best friend’s brother, which meant you couldn’t escape the arguing.

and even though you hated the arguing— he was such a flirt that it made it hard not to.

it’s a friday night, and your at your house when someone knocks on your door. you open it just to see malcolm.

he’s in some grey sweatpants and a blue compression shirt. and he still had that necklace on that he wore everyday, since the one girl, Bella, who you hated btw, gave it to him. you knew he only wore it to piss you off.

but clearly— he was pissed off too.

he gets up in your face towering over you.

“what the fuck were you doing with CJ today?” he asks, his jaw clenched.

CJ Adams, was his his best friend— and you and him had been working on a project together, which obviously- he wasn’t happy about.