The Bad Boy's Best Friend (Wattpad Version)

Crash and burn

Ramona

I paced back and forth as Elise watched me. Every time I tried to say something, no words were coming out, which was odd. I always had something to say.

"So, he kissed you?" Elise mentioned.

I stopped and looked at her. "Yep," I answered.

"And did you kiss him back?" She asked.

"What kind of question is that? Of course, I kissed him back," I replied as I rolled my eyes.

"So, what's the problem?" She asked.

"The problem is guys have a problem with their dick sticking to one hole," I said emphatically.

She looked at me, weird. "I don't think that's true. Some guys, yes, but others, no," she said.

I walked over to the bed and threw myself down face first as I spoke in a muffled tone, "Elise, what was I going to do?" It came out as a whiny sound. Okay, scratch that, I was whining.

"How about give him a chance?" She suggested as I lifted my head and looked at her like she was crazy. "You both already slept naked in the same bed together and you're worried about a kiss?" She asked like I was mad.

"You know I hate clothes when I sleep. I feel so restrictive," I informed Ramona.

"Yes, I know. That is why I have to sleep in a different bed, no offense," Ramona said to me as she sighed.

"So, what you're saying is I should see where it goes and have him prove me wrong," I said to her with a knowing look.

"I don't think I said that," she commented.

I stood up and clapped my hands together. "You're right. Thanks, bestie," I said as I ran out of Elise's room, leaving her completely confused.

Tomorrow I will see if Elise is right.

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I managed to avoid my parents, thanked God. I didn't need to deal with them, plus trying to figure out this thing with Damien or if there was a thing. I got up and showered, then left my room, only to return. Clothes would be nice.

I dressed, then left. I made my way to Rocco's shop. I found Damien working. I took a deep breath and acted casual. You know, calm in movement. I strolled over to him and leaned over the bike.

"Whatcha doing?" I asked in the most casual tone.

"Working," he answered abruptly.

"So, about that kiss," I started to say when he cut me off.

"It's no big deal," he shrugged as he continued to work.

"Are you sure?" I asked him curiously.

"Yep," he answered as I stood there a bit confused. He stopped working and looked up at me. "Look, I'm behind on my work. Can we talk later?"

"Uh, you betcha," I answered, trying to act like it was no big deal. Damien went back to work as I backed up and turned around. I walked towards the door when I saw Rocco and gave him a small smile as I walked some more, then I heard a female voice. I turned to see Damien chatting it up with some chick and laughing.

I didn't know what to do, feeling humiliated for actually trying to make an effort. I backed up and turned, running smack into Rocco.

"Ramona," he started to say.

"Oh, hey Rocco, sorry to interrupt Damien from his work. He's behind," I smiled even though I felt like breaking.

"It's not what it looks like," he assured me.

"No, of course not, I mean it would be foolish to assume things. I'll see you around," I said as I patted Rocco's chest before leaving. I walked out of the shop and tried to maintain my composure.

I decided to go for a walk. Anything was better than going home or anywhere else. I didn't need pity or people to persuade me I was wrong. The truth was, it didn't matter.

I decided to go to the park. I walked around, and watched couples hold hands. Too bad, no one would tell them it won't last; maybe they can prevent getting hurt. Well, it's their funeral.

I walked along the boardwalk as I spent time with myself. I was such a lovely company. I mean, who would want to spend time with me. I can tell who doesn't, Damien. According to him, the kiss was no big deal. I mean it was just one kiss, who cares if it meant something to me?

People started looking at me weird.

"Haven't you ever seen someone have a conversation with themselves? Now, if you don't mind, I'm busy," I told them as I shooed them.

Okay, I need to stop talking to myself in public. People were going to think I was crazy.

I decided to get some ice cream. I went to the concession stand and got a cone, then went and sat down on a bench. I just sat there, eating my ice cream alone. It was becoming pretty standard for me. I did this a lot.

As I enjoyed my frozen treat, someone asked, "Do you always eat alone?"

I sighed as I continued to eat while they sat down next to me.

"Well," they asked.

"What do you want?" I asked as I turned and looked at my dad.

"I want to know why you've been hanging with Lar's boy?" He questioned me.

"Because I can," I answered, not wanting to discuss it further with him.

"Ramona, I only allow you to hang out with Elise because her dad isn't part of that club, but if you keep hanging out with what's his name, we'll have problems," he warned me as I looked at him.

I stood up and turned to him.

"I get you're in a club, thinking you're all that, but you have no right telling me who I can and can't hang out with," I informed him as he stood up.

"You may want to watch your tone. I wouldn't want your little friend to get hurt," he threatened as I glared at him.

"If you go anywhere near him, you can forget ever coming near me again. I'll be gone," I told him as I walked away. I didn't have the patience to deal him right now. Thanks to my douche of a father, he totally ruined my enjoyment of my ice cream. Eh, I'm still going to enjoy it, screw him.

Later on, I laid on my bed as I decided to make a snack run. Doritos or Cheddar and Sour Cream Ruffles? Decisions, decisions, decisions. I decided on both. Why pick just one?

I walked into the store and grabbed a bag of each chip, then grabbed a drink. I stood in line and waited to pay when I felt something hit me in the back of the head. I looked down to see a Milky Way Candy bar. I picked it up and turned to see Damien smirking. I rolled my eyes. I didn't have time to deal with him. I had precious snack time to take care of at the moment.

I paid for my stuff and walked out of the store.

"Ramona!" He yelled as I kept walking. He caught up with me and stopped me. I turned to him. "Hey, what was that? I thought we were going to talk?"

I sipped my drink.

"Actually, I'm kind of busy with my two main bags of chips, Doritos and Sour Cream and Cheddar Ruffles," I held them up.

"Okay, we can hang out," he shrugged.

"You know what? I'm good. I'm just going to enjoy my snacks and binge watch some tv," I told him.

"Come on, Ramona," he said as I looked at him.

"Damien, everything that needed to be said was said today at the shop. I won't show up at your work anymore and you don't have to worry about me. It's all good in the neighborhood," I forced a smile as I turned and walked away, leaving him standing there.

I walked home, sipping my drink, and decided everyone was wrong. I mean no matter what everyone says, they will always be wrong, and I will be alone. It kind of sucks, but I'm used to it. I mean, who wants the good girl's best friend who is a bit quirky and all that jazz? No one does.

A tear fell down my cheek as I made my way home.