Remember the feelings, remember the day
My stone heart was breaking
My love ran away…

She stepped on the gas, practically flying on the road, she wanted, no needed to get to His house. "I'll teach him," she promised herself.

This moments I knew I would be someone else
My love turned around and I fell
Be my bad boy, be my man
Be my week-end lover

She painted a smirk on her pretty face as she pulled up his street. "You just have to wait a little longer, honey,"

But don't be my friend
You can be my bad boy
But understand
That I don't need you in my life again
Won't you be my bad boy, be my man

She knocked on his door, pulling on a black object in her back pocket. He opened the door and smiled.

Be my week-end lover
But don't be my friend
You can be my bad boy
But understand
That I don't need you again
No I don't need you again

"Why hello-" She rammed him into his living room wall. "Ah!" he yelled. "Stop yelling! You know you deserve this!!" the women screeched as she punched him in the gut. "You bitch!" he screamed at her "What did I do to you?!" "You stabbed me in the back, and then you tore through my heart, and next you burned my soul," she informed him.

You once made this promise
To stay by my side
But after some time you just pushed me aside
You never thought that a girl could be strong
Now I'll show you how to go on

"I hated you since that fateful day" she started "I loved you, I gave you EVERYTHING I HAD! AND IT STILL WASN'T ENOGH! YOU DESERVE TO DIE!" She screamed in his face. She fell to her knees. "I even gave you another chance… and- an and yet you cheat and abuse me again and again!" She yelled "I have always loved you, you, you have always tortured me with that 'oh-so-charming look, since we were 8 years of age" she said, her eyes softening. "But, I still love you"

Be my bad boy, be my man
Be my week-end lover
But don't be my friend
You can be my bad boy
But understand
That I don't need you in my life again

"I love you too," he said coming over and wrapping his arms around her. "You- you do?" she asked, hopefully. "Yes," he replied. "Good, because if you didn't this would hurt a lot less," she pulled out that black thing from her back jeans pocket.

Won't you be my bad boy, be my man
Be my week-end lover
But don't be my friend
You can be my bad boy
But understand
That I don't need you again
No I don't need you again

The black thing was in fact a gun. She stood up and aimed it at him. "Alvin, the bitch is back," Brittany said through clenched teeth.

A shot was heard that night. It was not said whether Alvin Seville died or not, but Brittany was no longer a miserable 20 year old.

I' M SORRY! XD really I am, I just had to write this, do you think it should be rated M, I don't think so, but maybe…

Anyway, no this has NOTHING to do with my other stories, nothing at all! This is just another oneshot holy crap! I swore! TWICE!! That was not supposed to happen I swear! Lol, well, HAPPY READING! R&R