Why does my bed feel so small? Why don’t I have my favourite pillow? Where’s Mr. Teddy?
I felt around my bed, trying to find my stuffed friend but found nothing.
I groaned and rolled over, only to fall on the floor.
What the hell?
I opened my eyes and looked around, noticing that I wasn’t in my room, but in Sophia’s living room.
The memories from last night came rushing back to me.
Sophia and I hanging out and getting along, singing together, playing never have I ever, seeing Sophia internally freak out when I asked one question in the game, and finally the almost kiss.
I still can’t believe that we almost kissed, it makes no sense.
Just a few days ago we completely loathed each other and now we’re almost kissing? That’s crazy.
Maybe I dreamt up the whole thing.
But how does that explain why I’m currently laying on her living room floor?
Okay so maybe I didn’t dream it up.
I got back on the couch and checked my phone for the time, 7:00.
Perfect timing, I had time to get ready for school. But first I decided to make breakfast.
I walked into the kitchen and starting looking around for everything I needed to make bacon and eggs.
After going through just about every cabinet, I finally had what I needed to make some food.
I was just finishing up the bacon when Sophia walked into the kitchen.
“Good morning sleepy head.” I greeted teasingly, flashing a smile her way.
She looked really cute with her bed head hair and squinted eyes.
She looks like a tired puppy.
I shook my head to clear my crazy thoughts when I noticed what I was thinking.
“Morning.” she mumbled, taking a seat on one of the stools at the island.
I turned back to the bacon and put it into a bowl as I turned off the stove.
“Hungry?” I asked as I placed some bacon and scrambled eggs onto two plates.
“Always.” she replied with a bit more energy than before.
I placed her plate in front of her and mine beside her.
“Milk? Juice? Water?” I asked, opening the fridge.
“Orange juice please.”
I pulled out the orange juice and grabbed two cups before I plopped down beside Sophia and poured us our juice.
After that we both dug in.
Not to toot my own horn or anything but breakfast turned out delicious, if I do say so myself.
“This is so good, where did you learn how to cook?” Sophia asked as she finished off the last of her eggs.
“My mom taught me a thing or two.” I told her, popping a piece of bacon into my mouth.
“Well she should teach me how to cook, I’m useless in the kitchen.” she admitted.
I fake gasped. “No! Isn’t it against the law for a woman to be a bad cook?” I asked sarcastically.
She chuckled and hit my arm. “Not nice.”
I set her a smile and stood up.
“Are you done?” I asked, nodding in the direction of her mostly finished breakfast.
“Yeah.” she replied.
I took both our plates and placed them in the sink.
“I should be heading home to get ready for school.” I told her.
She nodded in agreement and stood up to walk me to the door.
“Oddly enough, I had a good time hanging out with you,” I told her once we were at the door.
“I never thought I’d say this, but me too.” she agreed.
I gave we one last smile, which she returned, and headed out the door.
What a night, and what a morning.
I guess my plan to be her friend was going to be easier than I thought.
I walked into my house and was practically pounced on by my mom.
“Where were you last night? Why didn’t you come home? Are you hurt? Did you get arrested? Did you get a girl preg-”
“Mom!” I exclaimed, thankfully stopping her from saying what she was about to.
Mom always said stupid stuff when she was in protective, worried mother mode but this was just too much for the morning.
“I was over at Sophia’s to do a project, then we hung out for a bit and I fell asleep.” I told her so she would calm down.
“You fell asleep?” she asked in disbelief.
“Yeah.” I answered slowly, giving her a confused look.
“Guys are never suppose to fall asleep before a girl, She’ll think she’s boring and that the guy isn’t interested in her!” Mom exclaimed.
Little did she know that I actually didn’t fall asleep. But if Sophia came around here and mom and her talked about it, I wanted them to have the same story, so I had to tell mom that I fell asleep.
But really I was awake when Sophia put a pillow under my head, and a blanket on me.
And I didn’t miss that proud look of accomplishment when she was done, thinking that she hadn’t woken me up.
It was truly adorable.
Now you’re probably thinking ‘why would you pretend to be sleeping’ right?
Well it’s quite simple really, when I first got to Sophia’s house and we were talking about how we don’t like being home alone, I could sense that it was more than just a robbery or something, that she was afraid of.
So I decided to help out in the only way I could, by staying over. And I’m pretty sure she didn’t mind.
“Are you even listening to me?” mom suddenly snapped, breaking me out of my thoughts.
“Sorry mom.” I apologized.
“Just go up and get ready for school, we can talk about this later.” she said, waving her had to shoo me away.
I put up my hands in mock surrender.
“Okay, okay, I’m going.”
I quickly made my way upstairs and had the quickest of showers.
Once I was out I threw on a pair of dark jeans and a tight black T-shirt.
For some reason, girls love a guy in a black shirt.
Next I sprayed some cologne on me, the girls also love a good smelling guy, big surprise there right?
And by the time I had done all that stuff, my hair was already dry. I looked in the mirror to see its state, messy yet neat. I ran my hand threw it a couple times and was satisfied with how it looked.
“Hurry up Damon, you’re gonna be late!” mom called.
“I’ll be right down!” I called back as I grabbed my bag and took one last glance in the mirror.
I ran down the stairs and out the door as I yelled bye to my mom.
As soon as I arrived at school, all eyes were on me like usual. At least some things around here haven’t changed.
Between Dylan coming back a completely different guy, and my progress with Sophia, it’s nice to know that some things don’t change.
“Yo D-Dog, come here!” Ashton, one of my football buddies yelled.
I rolled my eyes at his lame nickname as a walked over to them.
“What’s up?” I asked him.
“I heard that Dylan invited Sophia to his next basketball game.” He replied.
“Why are you telling me this?” I asked irritably, I didn’t want to here about the couple things Sophia and Dylan were doing.
“Because it means they’re getting serious.” Tommy, another football buddy, jumped in.
“Again, why are you telling me this? I don’t care.” I snapped.
“Dude, we just thought you’d like to know that you’re best friend is getting serious with your enemy.” Ashton said cautiously, with Tommy nodding along.
“Whatever guys, I gotta go.” I told them coldly, and stormed off, but not before I heard Tommy mutter “What crawled up his ass and died?” to Ashton.
I almost turned around to give those assholes a piece of my mind, but decided that it would only make things worse, so I just stomped into the school.
I walked into environmental awareness class earlier than usual, I was actually one of the first people in class, for the second day in a row.
A sat down in my seat and looked over at Sophia’s empty one. What is she hiding from everyone?
I knew that what I heard after the party on Monday had something to do with why she’s scared of staying home alone. I just didn’t know what exactly she was afraid of.
Suddenly Sophia’s chair pulled out and someone sat down in it. I was expecting it to be Sophia since that is her seat and all but when I looked up, I saw none other than Candy sitting next to me.
“Hey Damon.” she purred, batting her eyelashes creepily.
“Uh, hey.” I mumbled, not in the mood to talk to her.
I swear whenever she has the chance, she flirts with me. This girl is seriously obsessed with me, and as flattering as that is, its also really annoying and creepy.
Why was I cursed with my god like good looks?
“So I thought that maybe we could get together after school.” She suggested, twirling a lock of her bottle blonde hair around her finger.
“Can’t, I’m busy.” I told her dismissively.
“Well we could always get together some time during school, or tomorrow, or whenever your free.” she stated desperately.
This girl just can’t take a hint, I guess I’ll have to spell it out for her.
“I don’t want to hang out, or get together or hook up or whatever you want to do. What I want is for you to leave me alone.” I told her bluntly.
Okay, maybe I didn’t have to be so rude but she was seriously pissing me off.
“Fine, whatever.” she spat and got up from Sophia’s chair.
“You’re missing out.” she hissed, and with that she stomped away to her spot.
I’m missing out? On what, an STD? I’m not risking that for a girl I have no feelings whatsoever for.
“What was that about?” A familiar voice suddenly asked as they sat down beside me.
I looked over at Sophia and sighed, “Just Candy trying to get in my pants like usual.”
She chuckled, “You’re a player, why didn’t you accept her offer?”
“Despite what you may think, I’m not a player.” I said defensively.
“I see that that’s a soar spot of yours so I guess I’ll leave it alone for now.” Sophia muttered, more to herself than me.
I shrugged and faced forward just as the bell rung and Mr. Willis started babbling about the environment.
“You know, it’s really weird to sit here and not have you bugging me.” Sophia suddenly said.
I turned to her and smirked, “You could have just told me you wanted me to bug you.”
She rolled her eyes “That’s not what I meant, I like the fact that were getting along, its just a lot to get use to, that’s all.”
I nodded in agreement, I felt the exact same way.
After that we both turned our attention back to Mr. Willis, but there was something I was dying to ask her, just so I could see what she though about it.
I turned to face her again and said “So I heard you’re going to Dylan’s big game next Friday.”
“Well yeah, it’s not like a had a choice.” she mumbled, looking down at the pencil in her hand.
“What do you mean?” I asked, giving her my full attention, I don’t know why but I like hearing stuff about Dylan, he acts like the same guy from years ago but I can tell that it’s all fake.
“Dylan doesn’t really ask me if I want to go places or anything, he pretty much just tells me I have to, but in a nice way.” she explains.
“And you don’t like that.” I asked but it came out as more of a statement.
She nodded “What girl wants their boyfriend to tell them what to do? We all have that fantasy of the perfect Prince Charming sweeping us off our feet but in reality the best we get are guys that sometimes care and sometimes act like jerks.” She ranted, tapping her pencil on her desk. I could tell she was getting worked up.
“That’s understandable, but what if all guys aren’t like that? What if you just haven’t found your Prince Charming? There’s gotta be one out there for every girl.” I told her.
“If there is a Prince Charming for every girl, then mine got lost on the way and was to stubborn to ask for directions.” She mumbled.
I chuckled, “That sounds like the perfect guy for you.”
She cracked a small smile and nodded in agreement.
“Mr. Blake and Miss Mackenzie, I would appreciate it if you two would pay attention.” Mr. Willis bellowed.
“Yes sir.” we said in unison, and kept our attention on the lesson for the rest of class.