The Bad Boy's Best Friend (Wattpad Version)

Are you kidding me?

Ramona

I sat in my hospital bed as Damien looked at me.

"I came to make sure you're okay, then say goodbye," Damien said as I frowned. "I don't want you to deal with this type of life, always looking over your shoulder. You deserve better than what I can offer."

I sat there, not saying a word.

"I'm sorry," Damien said as I stared at him.

"You're sorry?" I asked as he nodded. "I see. So, you get me to fall in love with you, and now, you're cutting me loose. That makes a whole lot of sense," I said sarcastically.

"Ramona," he started to say.

"Go. Like everything in my life, this is one more thing to add to it," I told him as he looked at me, then he left.

I sat there and sighed. Why bother crying? It doesn't change anything. I have a psycho father, a dead mother, a broken heart, and I still had to figure out my life. I was batting zero for zero.

Elise walked into the room. "Are you okay?" She asked me.

"Just peachy, considering my psycho dad put me in here, killed my mom and Damien dropped me like a hot potato," I replied as I sighed.

Elise walked over to the side of my bed. "You can stay with me," she offered.

I looked at Elise as she smiled and I smiled. "I can, can't I?" She hugged me as I hugged her back. Elise will always be my best friend.

People came to visit me, which was nice since I was laid up. It kept the boredom at bay. After they left, I heard yelling. Now what? Can't a girl who's shot get some peace? I guess not.

"You gave five minutes," I heard Richard say as he shoved Blake into my room. Fantastic, now I get to deal with this bullshit on top of everything else.

"What do you want?" I asked Blake. I refused to call him Dad.

"I came to see if you're okay," Blake answered.

"Oh, you mean after you shot me. Father of the year right here," I scoffed.

"Mona."

"Don't call me that," I said as Blake furrowed his brows. "You shot me, all because you have some weird-ass idea about life. You get pissed off at the guy I'm dating and shoot me. You killed Mom and hunted us like dogs. A birth father doesn't do that. You're not a father, and you're sure in the hell aren't mine," I snapped.

"Please let me make it up to you," Blake begged me.

"No. Damien dropped me because of you, and you made it your life's mission to ruin my life. So, now you can live your miserable existence alone. Go away, Blake," I ordered Blake as he furrowed his eyebrows. "Leave me alone." I turned my head, so I was facing the wall.

He has managed to ruin everything in my life, and I will never forgive him.

"You heard Ramona," Richard said as he pushed Blake out of my room.

I laid there figuring out what the hell I was going to do. I had no home, no money, a wounded leg, and a broken heart. Yay me.

"Romana," I heard someone say as I turned and saw Jax standing there.

"Oh, hey, Jax," I greeted him, feigning cheeriness.

"If you need a place to stay, you can stay with us," Jax offered.

"Oh, well, I don't know. I think I'm going to get a job and stash some cash until I save enough for school. It's been my dream to go to school, so yeah, I'm going to work at it. Thanks for the offer," I said as Jax looked at me. I smiled.

Jax nodded and left.

I laid my head back as I stared at the ceiling. Right now, I had a bed and food for a few days until I left the hospital, then not only did I have to figure things out, but I would have a big ass hospital bill, FML.

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A few days later, the hospital released me. The hospital gave me crutches and sent me on my merry way. That was lovely of them to do so. I hopped out of the hospital and found a bench to sit down on it.

I thought about my options. I couldn't ask Richard for a job because I would see Damien and I didn't want to see him. I couldn't stay with Elise because she's engaged with Roc and he's besties with Damien. Jag was a no. Rocky was out because he was involved with Jag. That's still weird.

Anyone I thought about was out of the question. God was laughing at my expense.

"Need help?" I heard someone say, knocking me from my thought. I looked up to see Blaze.

"Did my psycho dad send you?" I questioned him.

He walked over and sat down next to me. "No, Blake shut down everything and cut us loose. I'm working at a bar on 49th street," Blaze mentioned.

"Good for you. I'm homeless, jobless, and single," I replied with a look as Blaze chuckled.

"Then how about we change that?" He asked me, and I sighed. Eh, why not? It's not like I had many options.

Blaze helped me to his car and got me situated then he took me back to his place. We arrived, and he helped me inside. It wasn't a permanent solution, but it would do for now. All I needed to do was make some money for school, and I would be out of here.

Blaze got me settled, and I was able to take it easy. Right now, I didn't care what happened. I had my eye on the prize as someone else had his eye on me.

It would take one person to show me the errors of my ways, well and Damien's forms.

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I stayed with Blaze and Elise came to see me. She didn't agree with my new living arrangements, but this was my life, and I needed a roof over my head.

My leg was healing, and I was able to remove the brace from it. Blaze got me a job at the bar he was working at, and the money was decent. I started stashing money away for school. I needed to stash as much as I could.

After the bar closed, Blaze helped me clean up, so I could get some sleep.

"Ramona, you need to get some sleep," Blaze told me.

"Why? So I can deal with the loneliness? I'll pass," I said as I wiped tables. Blaze put the chairs on the table.

"You know, I could help you with that," Blaze suggested as I laughed. I kept wiping tables as I felt someone behind me. I felt hands on my arms as I stood there. "It doesn't have to be anything serious, just two lonely people offering comfort to each other."

I turned around as he looked at me. I should know better, but the nights were hard, and I allowed my brain to take a vacation. I just wanted to feel something.

Blaze leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I resisted, then gave into him. He picked me up and set me on the table as we removed our clothes, and then I felt him inside of me as he started to thrust. This moment didn't love; it was only sex between two people.

Blaze thrust into me on top of the table as I groaned. He went faster and harder as I moaned louder until we found our release. We broke from our kiss as he looked at me.

"You know this doesn't mean anything. It's just sex," I told Blaze.

"I'm good with that," Blaze told me as we went at it again. I didn't care. Sex was just sex, and we were only having fun.