The Opposite of Attraction

Ever since grade four Damon and Sophia have been sworn enemies.

Now it's senior year and they're still throwing insult after insult at each other. Everyone knows that when they're in the same room all hell will break loose. Even the teachers knew not to put them in the same class.

Well at least all but one. Mr. Willis being the crazy teacher he is purposely choose these two to be in the same class. Everyone said that them being in the same room for a year would be a disaster waiting to happen.

What they all didn't expect was for Damon and Sophia to grow closer than ever.

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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 and into Damon's to see that the music was, in fact coming from his room. 

Typical.

I was about to go back to doing my homework when I saw something.
And that something was Damon 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 tape five minuets 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 minuets later he was still dancing with that poor broom so I decided to embarrass him. 

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

Startled, he dropped the boom before spinning around to look at me, but in the process of spinning 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 now 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 did actually have proof.

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

"I'm gonna kill you!" He growled. 

I swear 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's planning his revenge.

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

"I wouldn't want it any other way." I replied, and at the same time we closed our windows and made sure to close our blinds. 

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 off my alarm clock.

Beep bee-

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

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

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

I really hate mornings.

I pulled myself off from on 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 its difficult to do anything nice to it anyways. I really need to get it cut, its right down to my waist for crying out loud! 

I put on minimal make up next, 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 light high waisted jean shorts, and one of those girl 'muscle' shirts. You know the ones that are like t-shirts but they don't have sleeves. 

To finish off my masterpiece, I slipped on some black gladiators with cute little spikes on them. It gives off the effect that I'm not completely a goody two shoes.

The best thing about my school is that there's no dress code, so we can show off all the shoulder we want. Jealous? 

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

Like usual mom was in the kitchen making bacon and eggs in her cheery mood. I can't remember a time when she wasn't in a happy-go-lucky mood. 

I took the plate of breakfast that she already had ready for me and started scarfing it down. Ya I'm a bit of a pig, sue me! I'm just lucky I have a fast metabolism, or else I'd be 500 pounds by now. 

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

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

I sat down at my mini grand piano and started to play my all time favourite piece Rivers flow 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 like best about it is that no one knows I play. 

I have a special room attached to mine that has all my music stuff in it. It's like my very own mini recording studio. 

Along with the piano I also play the guitar, drums and alto saxophone, I could be my own little band. 

But out of all those instruments piano is my favourite.

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

"Shit!" I muttered under my breath.
I quickly put on my backpack and hurried downstairs.

"Thanks mom!" I yelled to wherever she was as I ran out the door. 

I hopped into my baby 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 wonderers.

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 and got ready to learn.

- - - 

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 go into the class when I remembered something horrible. The devil is in this class. 

My good mood instantly soured at the though of dealing with Damon while I learn. To me being in class was like a safe haven since that's 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 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 were blocking the class entrance. And unlike some people, I actually want to learn. So move it." He replied, and rather rudely.

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

Everyone took their seats and as soon as the bell rung 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." Mr. Willis 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 aren't disrupting the class, and I'm as far away as possible from Damon.

Since all the desks were in pairs of two in this class, Mr. Willis, or should I call him daddy devil, started naming off pairs. 

I started to get nervous when the only names not called so far were mine, Damon's, and four other students.

Then I heard my name "Sophia and -" 

Followed by my worst nightmare "Damon." 

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

Now for sure he was daddy devil.

"I object." I stated, rising my hand. 

"Ya me too." Damon added in, also rising his hand. 

"This is never going to work." I told daddy devil. 

"Well you two are going to try." Mr. Willis stated, waving his hand dismissively and then pointing to the back of the our new seats were. 

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

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

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

Everything he does infuriate me.

But what Mr. Willis said next made me forget about all the annoying stuff about Damon.

"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 daddy devil. 

"Settle down class, you don't even know what the project is about yet." Mr. Willis said. 

"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 rung.

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