The Opposite Of Attraction

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Chapter 2


I was in my room after dinner, just doing my homework and minding my own business when loud music started playing.

I looked out my window into Damon’s and saw that the music was, in fact coming from his room.


I was about to go back to doing my homework when I saw something. Damon was dancing around in his room. But not alone. He was dancing with a broom. A freaking broom!

This is priceless!

I took out my phone immediately and started video taping it. This could be used for blackmail later.

I taped five minutes worth of his goofy dancing before I got bored.

I watched the video once to make sure it was good and laughed my butt off.

At one point Damon even kissed the broom head.

Twenty minutes later he was still dancing, so I decided to embarrass him.

Since his window was open I went over to mine and opened it before shouting “You should really give that poor broom a rest.”

Startled, he dropped it and spun around to look at me, but in the process of turning around he tripped over the broom and fell on his butt.

I burst out laughing, clutching my stomach and laughing so hard that I couldn’t breath.

“Okay, you can shut up now.” Damon grumbled.

I finally stopped laughing and took a second to catch my breath before replying. “You sure do know how to embarrass yourself.”

At my comment his cheeks turned a nice bright pink.

“S-shut up! You didn’t see anything, you have no proof!” he stammered.

I rolled my eyes and smirked. “What if I do have proof?” I asked, taking out my phone and playing the video to show him that I had all the evidence I needed.

The look of pure horror on his face was almost as priceless as his dancing.

“I’m gonna kill you!” he growled.

I thought for sure he was going to pounce out his window and into mine, but he didn’t. Instead he just walked up to his window, a smirk forming on his face.

That could only mean one thing - he was planning his revenge.

“I hate you.” he said, his way of saying farewell.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.” I replied, and at the same time we closed our windows and made sure our blinds were shut too.

That night I went to sleep with a satisfied smile on my face.

Beep beep beep

It’s morning already?

Beep beep beep

I should probably turn that off.

Beep bee-

I slammed my hand down on my alarm clock with more force than necessary. But whatever, that clock had it coming, stupid thing waking me up every morning with that horrible beeping.

I grumbled about how the morning always came too quickly as I rolled out of bed.

For some reason I thought that I would just land on a floor of marshmallows, but in reality I rolled onto the hard ground with a loud thud.

I really hated mornings.

I pulled myself up off of the floor and dragged my butt over to my bathroom where I showered and got ready for the day.

I decided to leave my wavy blonde hair down, since it was difficult to do anything nice to it anyway. I really needed to get it cut. It was right down to my waist for crying out loud!

Next I put on minimal make up, which consisted of some mascara and lip gloss.

And finally I got dressed. Since it was suppose to be hot out today I decided to wear some dark high-waisted jean shorts, and a white tank top with a red checkered flannel tied around my waist.

To finish off my masterpiece, I slipped on some black gladiators with cute little spikes on them. It gave the impression that I wasn’t completely a “goody two shoes”.

The best thing about my school was that there was no dress code, so we could show off all the shoulder we wanted. Jealous?

After I was done getting ready, I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen for some breakfast.

As usual, my mom was in the kitchen making bacon and eggs in a cheery mood as.

I took the plate of breakfast that she had prepared for me and started scarfing it down. Yeah I was a bit of a pig - so sue me! I was just lucky I had a fast metabolism, or I would have been 500 pounds by now.

Once I was done eating I took out my phone to check the time. I still had half an hour before I had to leave for school.

I decided to head back up to my room to kill some time doing the thing I love most.

I sat down at my baby grand piano and started to play my all time favourite piece, River flows in you.

I finished off the piece and played it a couple more times before practicing some other stuff.

Playing piano was one of my favourite hobbies, and what I liked best about it was that no one knew I played.

I had a special room attached to mine that had all my music stuff in it. It was like my very own mini recording studio.

Along with the piano, I also played guitar and alto saxophone. I could have been my own little band.

But out of all those instruments, piano was my favourite.

“Sophia, if you don’t leave now you’ll be late for school!” mom suddenly shouted from downstairs.

“Crap.” I muttered under my breath. I quickly put on my backpack and hurried downstairs.

“Thanks!” I yelled to wherever she was as I ran out the door.

I hopped into my car and drove to school just a bit faster than the speed limit.

Once I was there I hopped out and jogged into the school.

By the time I got to my locker most people were already in their class, with the exception of a few wanderers.

I pulled out the books I needed for class before slamming my locker and jogging to class.

Just as I walked through the door the bell rang.

I smiled in triumph as the teacher glared at me.

Whatever Mrs. what’s your face. Don’t hate on me, I was on time.

I sat down at my spot in the middle of the room and got ready to learn, unfazed by the teacher’s stare.

My first few classes went by without a hitch, which put me in a good mood like usual. But then I got to the door of my Environmental Awareness class.

I was about to walk into class when I remembered something horrible. The devil was in this class.

My good mood instantly soured at the thought of dealing with Damon while I was learning. To me, being in class was like a safe haven since it was the only time I didn’t have to deal with him.

But Mr. Willis just had to ruin that for me.

Suddenly someone pushed me from behind, bringing me out of my thoughts.

I whirled around to see who assaulted me and of course, I came face to chest with Damon. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. How true.

“What?” I snapped, already balling my hands into fists in an attempt to stay calm. This kid just brought out the worst in me.

“You’re blocking the class entrance. And unlike some people, I actually want to learn. So move it.” he replied, rather rudely.

I just scoffed, rolled my eyes, and walked into class.

Everyone took their seats and as soon as the bell rang Mr. Willis started speaking.

“Good morning class, I know that this isn’t a usual thing, but in this class you will have a seating arrangement.” He stated.

Everyone in the class, including me, groaned.

I don’t know why we needed a seating plan. Everyone was happy where they were sitting, they weren’t disrupting the class, and I was as far away from Damon as I could get.

Since all the desks were in pairs of two in this room, Mr. Willis, or should I call him “Mr. Devil”, started naming off pairs.

I grew nervous when the only names not called were mine, Damon’s, and four other students.

Then I heard my name “Sophia Mackenzie and -”

Followed by my worst nightmare, “Damon Blake.”

We both looked at each other in shock and disgust before looking at the teacher in disbelief.

Now for sure he was Mr. Devil.

“I object.” I stated, raising my hand.

“Yeah me too.” Damon added, also raising his hand.

“This is never going to work.” I told Mr. Devil.

“Well you two are gonna have to try.” He told us, waving his hand dismissively and then pointing to the back of the room where our new seats were.

Damon and I slowly made our way to our seats and plopped down in the chairs.

I winced when his arm brushed against mine. This was pure torture.

I could smell his disgustingly strong cologne, I could hear him breathe, I could see his hand moving as he doodled mindlessly on his notebook.

Everything he did infuriated me.

But what Mr. Willis said next made me forget all about Damon’s annoying habits.

“I hope you like the person you’re sitting beside, because with that person, you’ll be doing a year long project.”

Most people cheered, but not Damon and I. We just sat there, jaws dropped, eyes wide in horror, staring at Mr. Devil.

“Settle down class, you don’t even know what the project is about yet.” Mr. Willis laughed.

“What’s the project about then?” a girl I didn’t know the name of asked.

“You’ll have to wait until tomorrow to find out.” Mr. Willis replied, just as the bell rang.

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