The Bad Boy's Best Friend (Wattpad Version)

Some bad boys have issues

Jag

I can't believe Damien and Ramona are getting hitched. Isn't it bad enough Roc is getting fastened to Elise? What the hell is with everyone tying themselves down?

Roc and I helped Damien move into his new pad, and Damien had furniture delivered. Once we moved Damien, he and Ramona went in front of a justice of the peace and got hitched. Eh, better them than me. I prefer to keep my options open.

We went to Richard's club and celebrated, getting rip-roaring drunk. It wasn't long until some hoe caught my attention. I left, and we hit the backseat of her car as she fucked me. We finished, and I passed out in the backseat.

The next day I was awoken by a tap on the face. I snatched their hand as the hoe looked at me. I shoved her hand away. "Do you fucking mind? I don't need some hoe tapping me when I got a fucking hangover."

"Then get the fuck out of my car, dickweed," the hoe told me as I rubbed my face. I fixed my pants and got out of her car. She followed and got into the driver's side and drove off while she held out her arm and flipped me off, stupid bitch.

I strolled back into the club and over to the bar, sitting down on a stool. One of the barmaids walked over to me.

"You look like hell," she mentioned.

"Give me a beer," I ordered as she took a beer out of the fridge and handed it to me. I took a swig of it. If you want to cure a hangover, drink.

The barmaid went back to work when someone sat down next to me.

"You going to lecture me?" I asked the person.

"Nope, but you need to get your shit together," Richard said as the barmaid brought him a coffee.

"Who says it's not together?" I asked him.

Richard looked at me. "Jag, you treated Rocky, like shit and rubbed his face in the fact you used him. Roc said you're fucking up at work, causing issues. You're parents don't give a shit. You have no direction and a mess. Do I need to go on about your issues?" He asked me.

"I'm working on it. I sorta need to find a new therapist, though," I mentioned.

"Do I want to know?" He asked me.

I gave him a look as he rolled his eyes at me. "Look, you're not in high school anymore. Grow the fuck up," Richard ordered me as he got up and walked away as I sat there. I looked at the bottle of the beer.

Roc and Damien found someone who made them happy, and I kept fucking up things with people. I made Rocky believe he was necessary, then discarded him as if he was nothing. I sat there and drank my beer, then I tossed some cash and walked off the bar. I got onto my bike and drove.

Later on, I came across a group of people. I pulled in to see a party going on. I turned off my bike as some hoe made their way over to me and started talking. I talked to her; then someone caught my eye.

"Who's that?" I asked the girl.

She turned and looked. "Oh, that's Krista," she mentioned as I looked at the girl named Krista. She had on in a summer dress with her hair in a messy bun. She was talking to a few people. "So, I was thinking," the girl said as I tuned her out. All I could focus on was Krista. There was something different about her.

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Krista

I hung out for a while as I decided to go home. Brandy dragged me to this beach party, and I didn't want to come. I only agreed to get her to stop bugging me.

I walked to my car as I saw some guy leaning on his motorcycle. I made my way past him when I heard someone say, "Hey."

I stopped and looked around as I noticed the guy looking at me. "Yeah," I asked.

"Come here, I want to talk to you," the guy said as I looked at him strangely. "Do I need to drag you over to me?"

"A simple please would work," I told him as he looked at me.

"I don't do please," he told me.

"Then, you don't want to talk. I prefer guys with manners," I informed him as he furrowed his brows.

He sighed. "Okay, please come over here," he said.

I walked over to him as he leaned on his bike. "Let me guess, you're the typical rebel without a clue," I mentioned while laughing as his expression changed.

"You don't know anything about me," he replied.

"I do. You come from a home life that you're rebelling against because you don't want to turn out like your parents. You drink, smoke, and have tattoos to prove you're a bad boy. You ride a bike because all bad boys ride them. You disrespect women and discard them along with guys because you figure if you do, you won't have to get close to them," I told him as he looked at me in disbelief.

I looked at him as he narrowed his eyes at me.

"You can deny it all you want, but it's the truth, Jagger," I said as he furrowed my brows.

"Wait, how do you know my name?" He asked me, curiously.

"Because I grew up next door to you," I answered.

He stood up and looked at me; then he realized who I am. "Kristy James?"

"It's Krista. You called me Kristy because you teased me, knowing it pissed me off. I was chubbier, with glasses, pigtails, and braces then," I said as he looked at me, stunned. "It's amazing what puberty does for you."

"You've changed," he mentioned.

"Yeah, I have, but you haven't. You're still the asshole that teased me when I was twelve. I hope you have a nice life Jagger," I said as I walked away from him.

Jagger Keaton was my next-door neighbor who picked on me, teasing me about my looks. He was a complete dick to me. The difference is I grew out of my gawky stage while he remained the same asshole he was.

I got onto my car and smiled, knowing it felt good to crush someone's hopes and dreams like they defeated mine. With that, I drove away, leaving him standing there stunned. Revenge never tasted so sweet.

That concludes with The Bad Boy's Best Friend. People asked me if Jag is getting a book, and yes, he is. That book will complete the bad boy series. It will focus on Jagger dealing with his issues while trying to prove to Krista; he's working on it.

You will also find out about Rocky and what happens with him. Plus, we have a wedding with one bad boy everyone is waiting on and fatherhood with another bad boy.

I will announce when Jag's book is released. It's not out yet.

Angel