The Opposite Of Attraction

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Is the phrase "Opposites attract" right? Maybe... But not for Sophia Mackenzie and Damon Blake. The phrase for them is more like "The opposite of attraction" Ever since the fourth grade Damon and Sophia have been sworn enemies. Now it's senior year and they're still throwing insult after insult at each other. Everyone knows that when they're in the same room all hell will break loose. Even the teachers knew not to put them in the same class. All but one. Mr. Willis being the crazy teacher he is purposely chose these two to be in the same class. Everyone said Damon and Sophia being in the same class for a year would be a disaster waiting to happen. What they didn't expect was for Damon and Sophia to grow closer than ever.

Romance / Humor
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Chapter 1


“I hate you!” I screamed, to none other than Damon Blake, the guy I’ve hated since the fourth grade.

He scoffed “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

I rolled my eyes and stormed away without another word. I had to get away from this jerk before I ripped off his head and fed it to a dog.

Okay so you’re probably wondering why I’ve hated him since fourth grade.

Well I’ll tell you why.

One day in elementary school, after I kissed Dylan Russo on the cheek for giving me a flower, Damon came up to us and asked Dylan why he was hanging around such an ugly girl.

Being the immature fourth grader I was, I ended up stomping on his foot and stating that he was way more ugly then me.

From that point on we were sworn enemies and everyone knew it. We constantly picked on each other about anything from bad hair days to the colour of shirt we were wearing.

Even the teachers knew not to put us in the same class because it would only result in us disrupting the class with our bickering.

It was only the first day of senior year and first class hadn’t even started yet, but we’d already gotten into an argument.

I stuffed the books I didn’t need in my locker and slammed the door shut just as the bell rung, signalling that I needed to head to class.

I was in a pretty good mood since it was the first day of senior year and all, but after my argument with Damon I wasn’t so happy anymore.

That’s the effect he had on me - the littlest thing like one wrong glance from him, and I wanted to rip someone’s head off, preferably his.

Luckily my first class was photography, which would put me in a better mood since it was one of my favourite classes.

I wanted to do something in the artistic field after high school so I’ve taken every art course possible during the three years I’d been in school here, and found that photography was my favourite.

I walked into class and was greeted with a wave of hellos. I smiled politely back at everyone even though I didn’t know who half of them were.

I was pretty popular (if I do say so myself), and always had been. But so was Damon.

We were in the same social circle which naturally made us hate each other more since we were competing with each other for the bragging rights of being more popular.

The only difference between us was I was the nice girl who talked to everyone and was loved by everyone, while Damon was the mean man-whore jock who gave nerds swirlies and shot spitballs at teachers.

Ever since middle school we had been tied for the most popular, but this year would be different. I would finally come out on top and beat him.

I probably sound like a cliché “queen bee” right now, but popularity has never really been important to me. I’m not an attention seeker, and I couldn’t care less if everyone liked me or not. I just wanted to beat Damon at anything and everything.

I happily walked into my second period class, environmental awareness, and sat down in the middle of the room.

Why was I in such a good mood? I haven’t had to deal with Damon since this morning. So far today is going well apart from the incident this morning before classes started.

The room quickly filled up and everyone took a seat. By the time the bell rang the room was quite full, and there was only one seat left. I vaguely wondered if that seat was meant for someone or just an extra seat.

My question was quickly answered when someone burst into class just as the teacher was about to begin roll call.

I didn’t even look over to see who it was because I didn’t care. I hate it when people are late to class, it just means they don’t care about their education.

I heard a sharp intake of breath and then curses being mumbled quietly but furiously, before the late person finally said “What is she doing here?”

My head immediately snapped to the direction of the door where the ignorant person was still standing. I’d recognize that voice anywhere.

Damon Blake.

Next my head snapped to the teacher. “For once I agree with him. What are we doing in the same class?”

Before our teacher, Mr. Willis, could utter a single word, Damon opened up his big mouth again and interrupted.

“Maybe you’re in the wrong class Soph. I mean, you are a stupid blonde.”

My blood boiled and instinctively my hands clenched into fists. But instead of arguing back like I usually would, I just turned to the teacher again.

“See, this is exactly why we can’t be in the same class. This pinhead doesn’t know how to keep his big mouth shut.”

Mr. Willis just smiled at us and told Damon to take a seat.

This teacher was surely crazy if he thought he could handle us for a year.

All throughout class Damon would make rude little comments when I would answer a question. Snide remarks like “nerd” and “know-it-all”. The kind of insults that got under my skin, and Damon knew it.

But being the mature one, I ignored it instead of arguing and disrupting the class. I knew that if someone ever disrupted a class that I was trying to learn in, I definitely wouldn’t be happy.

Too bad Damon didn’t think that way. Instead he took it up a notch and started throwing paper airplanes at my head. How cliché.

After class I was definitely going to have a little chat with him.

Once the bell rang I quickly made my way out of the room and leaned on the wall close to the door. That way when Damon came out I would be able to talk to him about what he did in class.

As I expected, Damon was the last one out, And as always, he had an expression that said he didn’t have a care in the world.

I caught his arm and spun him around so he was facing me. The look of surprise on his face was amusing but I pushed that aside because I was angry at him.

“You might not care about your marks but I sure care about mine. I won’t have you disrupting my learning just because you hate me!” I started off.

Damon’s surprised expression quickly turned to one of annoyance but I didn’t care. I just kept ranting.

“I have no idea what was running through that teacher’s head when he decided to put us in the same class. But we can’t change it now so we better make the most of it. Let’s just pretend like we don’t even know each other in class. Okay?” I finished.

Damon just blinked at me, not saying a word. Then he shook his head and said “Huh?”

My face went red as anger coursed through my veins.

“You weren’t even listening!” I yelled.

This kid sure did have some nerve.

“Do you really expect me to listen to you rant for ten minutes?” he asked. Then quickly added “Don’t answer that. Anyway, you’ve just wasted like half my lunch so I’m just gonna go.”

And before I could saying anything he was half way down the hall.

I’ve never hated a human as much as I hated him. How could someone be so self-centered, cocky, ignorant, stupid, and above all, annoying?

After I took a few deep breaths to calm down, I headed to the cafeteria.

I immediately went to my table that consisted of cheerleaders, dancers and jocks.

No, I wasn’t a cheerleader. I was actually the most athletically inclined person you’d ever meet. The only reason I was at this table was because everyone there liked me. Truthfully I didn’t even know why I was popular.

Everyone welcomed me with warm hellos and then went back to eating.

I started chatting with a couple girls from the dance team when suddenly the whole table was looking at me.

“What?” I asked, confused as to why I was suddenly the center of attention.

“Is it true that you and Damon are in the same Environmental Awareness class?” asked Kyle, captain of the basketball team.

I let out an annoyed huff before answering. “Unfortunately it’s true, I’m stuck with the annoying jerk for a whole year! How am I ever going to survive?”

Yeah, I could be really dramatic. Maybe I should join the drama club.

Nah, I’m too lazy.

“I don’t know how you could possibly hate Damon. He’s just so dreamy, definitely drool worthy. Don’t his looks affect you at all?” asked Candy, the head cheerleader.

Pretty much only the head of the sports teams and their second in commands talked.

“Um ew, no. I’m immune to his ‘good looks’.” I said, air quoting ‘good looks’.

“Maybe she’s a lesbian” one of the dumb cheerleaders suggested to Candy.

I rolled my eyes. “Not that there’s anything wrong with being a lesbian, but I’m completely straight.” I told the group.

Some of the guys let out relieved sighs.

I rolled my eyes again. They just wanted to get into my pants. Stupid hormonal jerks.

Suddenly there was a roar of laughter from the table beside us that just so happened to be Damon’s table. It consisted of the school whores and whatever jocks were stupid enough to hang around him.

I was pleasantly surprised to see that my table had more people at it than Damon’s. I was definitely going to have the title of “more popular than Damon” this year.

Damon looked over at my table and winced slightly, but I still caught it. When he looked at me I shot a smug smirk his way before turning my attention back to my friends.

He knew just as well as I did that he was going to lose the popularity contest this year. The thought of him finally not getting what he wanted was more than pleasing.

Suddenly the bell rung and everyone got up to go to their next class. I was about to walk out of the cafeteria when someone grabbed my arm and roughly spun me around.

I came face to face, or should I say face to chest, with Damon.

“What do you want?” I snapped irritably, ripping my arm out if his grasp and rubbing where he had previously holding me.

“Just because you have a few more people at your table, doesn’t mean you’re gonna win this year.” he stated confidentially, although I saw the doubt in his eyes. He wasn’t so sure that what he said was the truth.

I laughed before replying “A few? There were at least six more people at my table. It seems as though you’ve lost some recruits since last year.”

He grumbled something under his breath before pushing past me and walking out the door, but before he was out of hearing distance, I heard him say “This isn’t over.”

How cliché can one person get?

I rolled my eyes and walked out the door. I wasn’t even half way to my class when the bell rung. Crap, I’m late!

I sprinted the rest of the way and burst into the classroom when I arrived.

Everyone, including the teacher, stopped what they were doing and looked at me like I just murdered two people.

“Miss Mackenzie, you’re late.” Mrs. McGirr stated.

What? Really?! I didn’t notice.

When I didn’t say anything she tried again “Why are you late?”

“Because a pinhead named Damon Blake wouldn’t let me go to class, instead he was snapping at me because he’s jealous.” I explained, shrugging innocently and giving her my best puppy dog eyes.

Mrs. McGirr rolled her eyes but I could see that I was in the clear. “You’re excused this time, but don’t let it happen again.”

“Thank you Mrs. McGirr.” I said as I walked to the middle of the room to sit in my usual spot.

Classes again went by in a flash and soon it was the end of the day. I made a quick stop at my locker to drop off my books before exiting the school.

I hopped into my little punch buggy, which I named Victoria, after someone very special to me, and drove home listening to one of my favourite singers, Troye Sivan.

When I got close to my house I saw an all too familiar car blocking my driveway.

You’ve got to be kidding me!

I got out of my car after parking it on the side of the street in front of my house, and stomped over to the next door neighbours house.

I rung the doorbell and when no one answered I got impatient and started pounding on the door.

Eventually it opened, revealing a smirking Damon.

Yup, the jerk lived right beside me. And to make matters worse, his bedroom window was no more than five feet away from mine.

“Sophia? What a surprise.” Damon said, feigning innocence.

“Get your cheap car out of my driveway now!” I demanded.

Damon laughed but did as I said, never taking that stupid smirk off his face.

Without another word I stomped back to my car and pulled into my driveway.

Could this day get any worse?

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