AVA'S POV;
“Ava!!”
I suddenly heard my name and ran down the stairs. I told Davis never to call my name like that for no good reason.
“Why did you yell like that?!” I yelled back when I came down and saw Davis with a girl in a short brown skirt and a crop top.
Another of his exploits.
“It’s Dad. He wants to speak to you,” Davis said, passing me the phone.
“Then why didn’t he just call my phone?”
“I don’t know. Tell him to and give me my phone. I’m heading out,” Davis said as he smiled at the blonde girl he was holding by the waist.
“Can you not do that in front of me?” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Give me my phone and I’ll be out of your face,” he smiled.
“He isn’t even on the line, Davis. You should have just texted me to call him instead of yelling,” I said, rolling my eyes as I
