The Opposite Of Attraction

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Chapter 6


I was the talk of the school.

Well, not just me - Dylan was also the talk of the school.

This morning Dylan surprised me by showing up at my house and insisting on taking me to school.

I, of course, accepted his offer.

As soon as I got out of his car the rumours started flowing. Stuff like we were dating, or I was his new play toy, which didn’t make sense because Dylan wasn’t a player.

They weren’t far from being wrong about us dating. Dylan and I did go on a date, but we aren’t officially dating yet.

And to make matters worse, or better, I haven’t decided yet, as Dylan and I were walking into school he decided to hold my hand. That didn’t help stop the rumours.

But I didn’t care what others were saying about Dylan and I. If anything, I was happy. I had always wanted to be his girlfriend, so being thought of as that by pretty much the whole school was kind of great.

After he dropped me off at my first class the day started to go by fast. In Environmental Awareness I barely noticed Damon brooding beside me, I was so preoccupied hoping the rumor of Dylan and I dating would come true.

Once it was lunch, to my utter shock, Dylan sat right beside me. At my table.

He chose me over Damon.

I shot smug smiles over to Damon’s table whenever he was looking, which was more often than not since he was content with glaring at me the whole lunch period.

“So everyone’s been wondering...are you two dating?” Garrett inquired, always the one to ask the questions no one else had the guts to.

Everyone at the table instantly perked up and gave us their full attention.

I was about to say “no”, but Dylan spoke first.

“Yes.” He answered.

It took me a second to realize what he said. My eyes widened in shock and confusion as I snapped my head in his direction.

“We are?” I whispered, so only he could hear.

“Sure. We’ve been on a date and we’ve kissed. It’s okay that I said yes, right?” He replied.

I nodded slowly, still slightly confused.

He put his arm around me and leaned down, giving me a quick peck on the lips.

“I’m glad you’re my girlfriend.”

By now the whole cafeteria was looking at us in shock. They probably all saw the kiss.

I guess the rumor was confirmed.

I felt someone burning holes in the side of my head so I turned to see who was staring at me.

Damon was the culprit, shooting the deadliest glare he could muster up at Dylan and I. Or maybe just me. Why is he so mad?

After lunch I stopped off at my locker to grab some books. Dylan tried to come with me but I told him to go ahead because I didn’t want him to be late. Look at me being a good girlfriend.

Just as I was about to close my locker a hand came out from behind me and roughly slammed it shut.

I spun around and came face to chest with a very angry Damon.

“I tell you to stay away from Dylan, and what do you do? You become his girlfriend! What the hell?” Damon fumed.

I rolled my eyes. “When do I ever listen to you?”

“That’s not the point. I know that you’re only dating him for popularity.” He accused, fire and determination in his icy blue eyes.

“For your information, I actually like Dylan, a lot. In fact I’ve liked him since grade four, not that it’s any of your business.” I shot back.

Where did this kid come up with his theories?

“I swear to God, if you’re lying and end up hurting Dylan, I’ll make your life a living hell.” Damon threatened, his eyes burning with sincerity.

“You already do that.” I scoffed

“Try me. This is nothing compared to what I could do.” He growled back.

“I’ve been through a lot worse than anything you could possibly do.” I told him quietly. It was sad how true that statement was.

His face scrunched up with confusion in reply, so I took that as an opportunity to get away from him. I basically ran to class because Damon’s little fit left me with one minute before the bell rang. Stupid jerk.

What is his problem?

I was at home sitting in my room when a thought hit me. I had to start the project with Damon today.

Mr. Willis gave us all the time and location to pick up our little trees, and there was an hour until we had to pick up ours.

I groaned, knowing I would have to spend time with Damon, which especially sucks since he’s probably still in a bad mood.

But I had to get a good grade, so I pulled myself off my bed and made my way over to Damon’s house.

I stopped at his front door, hesitating. I’m not scared or anything, I just really don’t want to see him.

You can do this Sophia. I tried to reassure myself, but it didn’t work.

Just knock on the goddam door already! You need a good grade!

Okay. Here I go, knocking on the door like a boss.

Do it for the grade I chanted over and over in my head.

After a few seconds the door swung open, revealing Damon’s mom.

“Oh dear, what did he do this time?” She asked, her voice annoyed, which was directed at her son, not me.

“Don’t worry Mrs. Blake, he didn’t do anything this time. We have to do a project together.” I explained, laughing lightly.

Her eyes grew wide in disbelief.

“Oh my! Why would a teacher do such a horrible thing!” She exclaimed.

If anyone knew just how much Damon and I hated each other, it was Mrs. Blake.

“I don’t know. To be honest, I think he’s a little coo coo.” I told her, causing her to laugh.

The only thing I like about Damon is his mom. She absolutely adores me. And on top of that she helps me prank him sometimes. Best enemy’s mom ever!

“Well Damon is up in his room, so go on up and get him so you two can do your project.” Mrs. Blake instructed.

“Yes sir.” I said teasingly, giving her a mock salute.

As I made my way upstairs I heard her laughing. I guess I am pretty funny aren’t I?

I got to Damon’s room and didn’t even bother to knock, I just barged in. Thankfully he was fully dressed. Usually in all those movies and books if a girl barges into a boy’s room, he wouldn’t have a shirt on or something.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He shouted.

“Calm your man boobs. We need to pick up our tree.” I told him.

“Crap.” He muttered under his breath.

“Can’t you just go and get it yourself?” He asked after a moment of silence.

Wow. Lazy much?

“Mr. Willis is expecting both of us. Didn’t you hear him say that during class?”

He shook his head no.

God this guy is so stupid! How was I going to pass this project if he doesn’t even listen in class?

“Well lets go then, I’m driving.” He mumbled, twirling his car keys around his finger as he walked out his bedroom door.

“Uh I don’t want to ride in that cheap thing!” I complained, following after him.

He turned around and glared, so I glared back.

We ended up having a glare off as we walked down the hallway - bad idea on Damon’s part.

Just as I was about to break my glare Damon bumped into a wall and fell to the ground.

I burst into a fit of hysteria. That was just too good! I won our glare off AND got to see Damon fall.

“Wow you look into my eyes for two minutes and you’re already falling for me?” I teased.

“Wha- no! It wasn’t like that!” He exclaimed, scrambling to his feet.

“You’re getting rather defensive. Is that because I’m right?” I teased some more.

“You wish. No one could ever love you.” He hissed.

My teasing smile instantly dropped as memories flashed through my mind. Memories of him.

"You ungrateful bitch. You betrayed me. You’re a horrible, disgusting excuse of a human being. No one could ever love you.” He screamed, punching me again.

“Uh, Sophia?” Damon said, waving his hand in front of my face.

I shook my head, trying to get rid of those horrible memories. That was all in the past I told myself. I don’t have to see him ever again.

“Can we go now?” Damon snapped, clearly annoyed.

I nodded, not trusting my voice, and followed him downstairs.

Once we were outside I got into his car without a word of argument, much to Damon’s surprise, but he didn’t make a comment, and I was grateful for that.

The car ride passed by in a blur. I didn’t even remember the twenty minutes it took to get to the tree place.

I absentmindedly got out of the car and again followed Damon. I was too distracted to pay attention to everything going on around me.

“What’s up with you? Usually you’d be complaining about something by now.” Damon asked.

I just shrugged.

He let out an annoyed breath, but let it go.

I guess there’s one good thing about Damon; he doesn’t pressure you into talking about something that’s clearly bothering you.

A couple minutes later we found Mr. Willis, who apparently owned this tree facility, and asked for our tree.

He excitedly gave one to us, then went on to another pair of students to help them.

Damon thrust the tree into my hands and started walking back to his car.

“You have the first tree shift. In a week it’s my turn.” He called over his shoulder.

I shrugged again even though he couldn’t see, and followed him back to his car.

We were half way home when he spoke. “I think his name should be Antonio.”

Well that was random. It even made me crack a small smile.

“Where did you get that name from?” I asked.

“And she speaks!” He muttered under his breath. I don’t think I was supposed to hear that.

Then to me he answered “I had a pet hamster named Antonio once.”

“What happened to him?” I asked suspiciously.

“Uh, I though he was dead and flushed him down the toilet.” He blurted, his words practically blending together. He’s clearly embarrassed about what he did.


“Ends up he was just sleeping.” He answered, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“You want to name our tree after a hamster you murdered?” I asked in disbelief.

“Hey it was an accident! I just like the name okay?” He defended himself.

“Whatever. The name isn’t too bad for a tree, I guess.” I responded, rolling my eyes.

“Yes!” He cheered, stretching out the “s”.

I rolled my eyes again.

Then it hit me - we just had our first real conversation.

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