The Opposite Of Attraction

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Chapter 35


I’m going to kill Candy. How could she do something so cruel? I mean I know she has a weird obsession for Damon but I didn’t think she’d do something like this.

She actually told Damon that I was cheating on him with Garrett.

Can a guy and girl not be best friends without everyone thinking they’re secretly hooking up?

Thankfully Damon and I worked everything out, and now we’re back to the way we were before all this.

Which also means that I’m still a nervous stressful wreck because I love him and I want to tell him, but I just can’t.

Hopefully he’ll just come out and say it so I can finally relax.

Speaking, or more like thinking, of the devil.

“Hey there beautiful.” Damon said when he got to his seat.

“It’s about time you showed up.” I teased, as the bell rang.

“I’m not even late!” he exclaimed, his eyes going comically wide.

I laughed and was about to reply when Mr. Willis, a.k.a Daddy Devil, shushed me.

I shot him a glare when he wasn’t looking, and heard Damon snicker beside me.

Shut up monkey butt

I wrote on a piece of paper and slid it over to Damon.

I looked over as he read it, a small smile on his face as his eyes ran over the words. Then he quickly wrote something down and passed the note back.

Monkey butt? C’mon sweetheart, I think you can do better

It said. I rolled my eyes and scoffed, but accepted his silent challenge.

Fine, how about I just go back to badass bunny? I think I liked that one the best :P

Once I was done writing I slid it over to him and heard him scoff a few seconds later.

Bugs bunny was a stud, I bet he got all the chicks. I’m sure in a matter of time I’ll have you ;)

I blushed like mad when I read that. Could boys go more than five minutes without thinking about sex?

You’ll have to work for it, mister Blake

After I passed it back to Damon I heard him cough to mask a laugh or gasp, but he didn’t get a chance to write his response because Mr. Willis was suddenly right in front of out desks, glaring at us.

“Note.” he said and extended his hand to grab it. Then he walked back to the front of the class to read it.

His face was priceless, a mixture of shock and amusement, and it took everything in me not to burst out laughing.

Damon on the other hand wasn’t to restrained and was chuckling quietly beside me.

“No more note passing. I don’t want to have to read anything else you two send each other.” Mr. Willis said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

Damon and I both nodded, afraid that if we opened our mouths to talk, the loud laughs we were desperately trying to hold in would come out.

Once Daddy Devil had his back to us to write something on the chalkboard, Damon leaned over and whispered “I like the sound if Mr. Blake.”

I shoved him away and tried to look unamused, but I was giggling on the inside and I’m sure Damon could see right through me.

Of course he would like the sound of Mr. Blake, he’s probably had some weird student teacher fantasy or something.

After that we actually payed attention and learned something in this class, and before I knew it the bell had rung and we were heading towards out table at the cafeteria.

I noticed that everyone seemed to be whispering about something when we walked into the cafeteria, but I just shrugged it off because it was probably about some stupid untrue rumour.

Unfortunately I couldn’t ignore it forever though, because as soon as Damon and I sat down at our table, all our friends turned to us with expecting glances. I’m sure they wanted to know what we though about this new rumour, so they knew how to feel about it.

“What?” Damon and I asked at the same time, when they were still looking at us minutes later.

I would have laughed at how cute it was to say the same thing at the same time, but the intense looks on everyone’s faces made me hold it in.

“Look at them acting all naïve.” Alexis, Candy’s second in command spat.

“This is all your fault.”

“Why would you do this?”


“He’s gonna kill you two.”

Was then said all at the same time.

Damon and I looked at each other with matching confused expressions.

Before we could ask what everyone was talking about Garrett walked up and slammed his fist on the table.

“How could you do this to me?” he yelled, not even attempting to keep the attention of the cafeteria off us.

“What are you talking about? No ones making any sense.” I replied, getting frustrated that no one was telling me what’s going on.

I’ve never saw Garrett so mad in our years of friendship, and to be honest it was absolutely terrifying.

“You know exactly what you did. I though I could trust you but apparently as soon as you get a boyfriend you think you can tell everyone everything.” Garrett spat, the hate in his voice so strong it’s like we were never friends.

As soon as what he said registered in my mind, I knew exactly what he was talking about. My heart felt heavy with the knowledge of what’s about to happen and what will happen in the near future.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, raising my voice a little bit so that he knew I meant for him to just spit it out.

I needed to know for sure that what I suspected happened really happened before I did something I would regret.

“You told your boyfriend my secret and he told the whole school.” Garrett accused, saying the words I dreaded hearing, and confirming my suspicions.

Before I could say anything to make things better with him, he was out of the cafeteria.

“What did you do?” I turned to Damon and whispered.

I was in shock.

I felt like Garrett must have felt like when he found out what happened.

He trusted me with his secret and I told someone. And I trusted Damon with his secret and he to everyone.

I betrayed Garrett and Damon betrayed me.

Tears pricked the back of my eyes but I fought them back. I shouldn’t be the one crying, my secret wasn’t revealed to the whole school.

Before I could make a bigger scene in the cafeteria, I ran out.

I ran from all the hateful glares and curious whispers. From all the people who surly hate Garrett, me, and Damon now. And most importantly, from the person who just broke my heart.

“Sophia! Sophia stop!” Damon called.

What did he want? To rub in all the betrayal more?

No. I wouldn’t listen to one more word that came out of his mouth. So I kept running.

I was at the exit when Damon caught my arm and stopped me from running out the door.

I struggled to squirm out of his grip but he refused to let go.

“Listen to me.” He demanded, but he didn’t sound angry. He sounded more desperate than anything.

“What?” I spat with as much hate as I could muster up.

“I didn’t tell anyone, I swear. I don’t know how everyone found out but I didn’t tell a single soul.” He told me, his voice soft and convincing, but I didn’t believe him.

“You’re lying! There was no one around when I told you.” I replied, meeting his pleading gaze with a cold hard glare.

“I would never do anything to hurt you or anyone you care about, you know that.” He said quietly.

“Do you ever stop lying? Has everything you’ve said to me been lies?” I questioned rhetorically.

“You know me. You know I’m not a bad guy, and that I’d never do anything like this.” he said, his voice sounding defeated. He knew I was on to him, and that he couldn’t get away with lying anymore.

“Was this all part of some big plan to ruin me once and for all? Make Sophia care about you and trust you so you can crush her and take everything she has away?” I accused, then added “Or did you do this because you’re jealous of how much time I spend with Garrett?”

“Sophia it’s not like that, I would never do that!”

I ignored Damon and continued “God you’re just like him. That’s the reason he did what he did.”

A million things were going through my mind right now and I didn’t know what I was saying anymore.

“Sophia, I would never do that to you. I care about you.” he replied softly, and let go of my arm that I forgot he was holding in the first place.

‘I care about you’

The tears that previously threatened to fall, finally did. I wasn’t strong enough to hold them back any longer.

“We’re done. I don’t want to be with a liar. With someone so selfish, that he would make others miserable to make himself happy.
I don’t deserve this, and you don’t deserve me.” I told him.

This is the right thing to do. I don’t want to surround myself with people like him. I don’t need anymore paid and heartbreak in my life

“Sophia don’t.” He pleaded, and reached out to me.

I shook my head and backed away, tears still rolling down my cheeks.

“I’m ashamed of myself for loving you.” I whispered.

Then I turned around and walked out of the school, but not before taking a moment to study his face.

He was pale white, and his expression was a mixture of hurt, shock, and desperation.

He’s an amazing actor, perfect for Candy.

When I walked through my front door I was glad that my parents were out of town for the week. I needed time alone to think things through and make a plan to get Garrett to forgive me and for the school to accept Garrett.

But before I make any plans I need to sleep. Crying and fighting can take a lot out of a person once all the adrenaline is gone.

On the drive home I got calmed down and pushed everything to the back of my mind until tomorrow, because I’ve had enough emotional stress for one day.

Now as I climbed up the stairs to my bedroom I was practically falling asleep, and once I was at my door I was ready to give up and pass out in the hallway, but I fought the urge and pushed my door open.

I almost fell over when I forgot to let go of the doorknob as I swung the door open, but by some miracle I caught my footing.

I was looking at my feet in wonder for somehow not failing me, when a loud booming laugh filled the room.

I knew that laugh anywhere.

My head snapped up and my eyes met with the eyes of my nightmares.

It was him. He’s sitting on my bed, in my room, right in front of me.

David Martin.

“You always were a cults.” He observed, a dangerous twinkle in his eyes.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice breaking a couple times through the sentence.

My knees were shaking and I was getting lightheaded. He was really here. It wasn’t a nightmare this time.

He’s here to kill me and there’s nothing I can do about it.

“You didn’t think a lousy high security prison could keep me away from you, now did you?” He teased, never moving from his layed back position on my bed.

“What are you doing here?” I asked again, avoiding his question. I wasn’t in the mood for playing games. If he was here to kill me, I want him to just get it over and done with.

“You sound like a broken record. Don’t you have anything else to say? I know you’ve always had such a big mouth.” he replied, avoiding my question again.

“What do you want? You took everything from me already, there’s nothing left to take.” I whispered, afraid that if I was too loud he’d snap.

“You don’t understand, you never did. All I want is you. I would have never done the things I did if you had have just been faithful and loyal.” he accused, making me sound like the bad guy.

Years ago when I was a young naïve girl blinded by love, I would have believed him. But not now. I’m older and wiser and tougher.

“I’m not in the mood for your games. Just tell me what you’re here to do.” I demanded, totally fed up with the mind tricks.

“Okay, if that’s how you want it.“He began, and rose from my bed to stand right in front of me. Then continued “I’m here to take you back to where you belong. Back to where we first made love.”

First made love? He raped me! There was no love involved.

“Why are you doing this?” I whispered, tears running down my cheeks.

“Because I love you, Star.” He explained, holding my face in his hands and wiping the tears off my cheeks.

The use of his old nickname was it for me. I couldn’t handle this anymore and my body’s way of dealing with it was shutting down.

The last thing I remember before everything went black was feeling his arms around me, hearing him inhale deeply, and moan.

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