The Opposite Of Attraction

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Chapter 8


The party was in full swing when Garrett and I arrived.

Outside people were passed out on the lawn, and inside everyone was either drinking, grinding, or making out.

And don’t even get me started on the people going upstairs, obviously they were about to do the dirty deed.

This was literally the most cliché party you could imagine, like something out of a movie.

Garrett and I went off to the kitchen to get drinks, a beer for him and water for me, then decided to split up since he wanted to find “a boy with a good booty”.

I scanned the crowd while I made my way out of the kitchen, hoping to find my boyfriend’s familiar mop of blonde hair.

I pushed through the crowd to get a better look around, but still no Dylan.

Where the hell is he?

“Hey baby.” A familiar voice spoke from behind me, causing a smile to slip onto my face.

Then the culprit grabbed my waist and spun me around so I was facing him.

“Hey Lan.” I greeted.

I could tell by the way he was swaying side to side, that he was drunk.

He planted a sloppy kiss on my lips and started to pull me towards the stairs.

“Where are we going?” I asked, pulling on his sleeve to get his attention.

He glanced at me for a quick second before going back to the task at hand.
“I just want to go somewhere quieter, my head is pounding from the music.”

“Uh okay.” I agreed hesitantly.

Once we were upstairs Dylan pulled me into the nearest room.

I sat down on the bed and he took a seat beside me.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered, caressing my cheek for a moment before he leaned down and kissed me.

This quickly turned into full on making out and before I even realized it, he was on top of me, shirtless and trying to take my dress off.

I didn’t want this to happen, I’m not ready for this kind of thing, especially when he’s drunk.

“Dylan stop.” I said calmly, pushing on his chest to indicate that I wanted him off.

“C’mon baby, do this for me.” He slurred, forcing himself on me now.

I tried more frantically to push him off now. People change when they’re drunk and I don’t want to take any chances with him.

“Dylan get off!” I yelled, now kicking and scratching, pulling his hair. Anything to get him off me.

“Baby do this for me.” He repeated, groping me.

“Dylan stop! I don’t want this!” I sobbed, a few tears running down my cheeks. I couldn’t go through this again.

He still didn’t stop so I did the only thing I could think of. I kneed him right between his legs as hard as I could.

He groaned and thankfully rolled off of me, clutching his prized gems.

I fixed my dress and ran downstairs, desperate to find Garrett.

I just reached the bottom step when something hard collided with me.

I almost fell to the ground but strong arms grabbed my waist and kept me upright.

I looked up through my blurry, tear filled eyes at the person who saved me.

Imagine my surprise when I realized I was looking into Damon’s worried eyes.

“Are you okay Sophia?” He asked, concern evident in his voice.

I shook my head no and started crying.

Damon wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a comforting hug.

Why is he doing this? This is wrong, we’re suppose to hate each other!

But right now I didn’t care. With the memories of him flooding my mind, and Dylan forcing himself on me, I needed someone right now.

And if that person just so happened to be Damon, then so be it.

When I had no more tears left I dried my cheeks and looked up at my enemy.

“Sorry.” I croaked, my voice hoarse from crying.

“It’s fine, lets go have fun.” He replied.

I looked at him like he grew an extra head, wasn’t this the part where he made fun of me for being such a baby?

He took my hand and pulled me onto the dance floor so he could dance like a fool to cheer me up, I think. Or maybe he was just a terrible dancer.

He was doing the running man, robot, and even the chicken dance.

Now I just think he’s drunk. Maybe that’s why he’s being nice to me.

Eventually a slow song came on, I was about to walk away when Damon pulled me into his arms and started swaying to the music.

I went along with it and wrapped my arms around his neck. Surprisingly I didn’t feel repulsed and awkward in Damon’s arms. Instead I felt safe and happy. Weird right?

“Why were you crying?” Damon asked softly, looking down at me with his clear blue eyes. He wasn’t drunk, his eyes told me that much, so why is he doing this?

“Um, well you see. Dylan was really drunk and decided he wanted to go somewhere quiet.” I paused to gather up the courage to tell Damon the rest.

I felt him stiffen when I mentioned that Dylan wanted to go somewhere quiet. It’s like he knew what I was going to say next.

“So we went upstairs into a bedroom. We were just sitting there and next thing I knew we were making out and stuff. I told him to stop but he wouldn’t, he was forcing himself on me.” I whispered, ashamed of getting myself into that situation in the first place.

“That bastard, where the hell is he!” Damon growled.

He started storming through the crowd of drunk people, shoving anyone that got in his way.

I grabbed his arm and pulled him back, trying to stop him from doing something stupid.

He looked over at me and I shook my head at him.

“Let go,” He yelled.

“It’s not his fault, he’s drunk! Don’t ruin your friendship over this.” I yelled back.

“Sophia, I’m warning you. Let. Go. Now.” He fumed, his voice low and threatening.

I let go in fear, and he stomped upstairs.

I couldn’t let him hurt Dylan, it wasn’t his fault! So I chased after Damon.

I found him just in time to see his fist connect with Dylan’s nose.

Then Damon started yelling at him, screaming things like stay away from her, and never touch her again.

Dylan being the drunken mess he was didn’t stand a chance agains a completely sober Damon. He tried to fight back but it was no use. Damon just pushed him to the floor effortlessly.

I thought everything would be done now but Dylan kept saying stupid cocky thing that got under Damon’s skin.

In an instant Damon was on top of Dylan, throwing punch after punch.
It was terrifying seeing him like this. Violent, fury in his eyes. I’ve never seen him so mad.

Dylan and Damon were screaming at each other and throwing punches, and everything was just pure chaos.

“EVERYONE SHUT UP!” I screamed.

Surprisingly the two fighting boys actually listened and stopped everything they were doing to stare at me.

“Damon, you don’t need to do this.” I said as calmly as possible, pleading with my eyes for him to stop.

He looked like he wanted to argue but for once he kept his mouth shut and listened. He got off of Dylan and walked over to me and stood by my side.

Next I turned to Dylan “Tomorrow we need to talk because right now you’re drunk off your ass and I don’t even want to see your face.”

And with that I took Damon’s hand and rushed out of this horrid house.

Once we were outside I turned to Damon. He was looking down at our intertwined hands intently, with a confused expression on his face.

I pulled my hand out of his, embarrassed that we were holding hands in the first place.

Why did I even take his hand? I hate the guy! I find him repulsing and disgusting for crying out loud.

After a few minuets of awkward silence, Damon broke it.

“How are you getting home?” He asked, running a hand through his black hair.

“Garrett drove me here, but I don’t know where he is.” I replied.

It was the truth, but if I really wanted to I could just shoot Garrett a text and ask him to take me home. I didn’t want to do that though. For some strange, unknown, once in a lifetime reason, I wanted to be around Damon.

Maybe it’s because he’s being nice to me, and comforted me when I cried, I don’t know. All I knew was that I wanted this feeling to go away.

“Well then I guess I can drive you home, we live beside each other anyway.” He offered, shrugging like it was nothing.

“Are you sure? You really don’t have to do that, I mean you’ve helped me out so much tonight already.” Okay, so I did want him to drive me home, but I couldn’t let him know that.

He rolled his eyes, “Just get in the car Soph.”

I have him a confused look, what car? But then I realized that we had made our way over to his car while we were talking.

Without a word I slid into the passenger’s seat and closed the door behind me as Damon made his way to the drivers side.

This was the third time this week we’ve been in his car together. Weird.

“Since I’m dropping you off I should probably know where you live.” Damon teased as he pulled out of the driveway.

I rolled my eyes and took a moment to study him.

Instead of the scowl that was usually on his face, there was a genuine smile.
He really does have a nice smile, one that lights up his face. And the fact that his eyes twinkle when he smiles makes it even better.

To be honest he looks kinda cute when he smiles.

Oh god, did I really just think that? Ew, Ew, EW! Damon Blake was not cute. Not even slightly cute. He’s gross and repulsing.

For the rest of the ride I refused to look at him, and when we finally arrived at our houses I practically flew out of his car and into my house without so much as a thank you or goodbye.

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