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

There were people passed out on the front lawn, and inside people were either drinking, grinding or making out.

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

Garrett and I went off to the kitchen to get drinks before splitting up.

I went to find Dylan while Garrett went to do whatever he does at parties. I never stuck around to find out.

I pushed through the crowd of drunk people, getting grabbed by numerous guys in the process.

Where the hell is he?

"Hey baby." A familiar voice suddenly said from behind me.

He grabbed my waist and spun me around so I was facing him.

"Hey Lan." I greeted.

I could tell just by the way he was swaying 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 loud music."

"Uh okay." I said hesitantly.

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

I sat down on the bed and he sat down 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 in indication 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 me 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 whispered, groping me.

"Dylan stop! I don't want this!" I sobbed, 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 where the sun doesn't shine.

He groaned and thankfully rolled off 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 looked up into Damon's worried eyes.

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

I shook my head no and started bawling again.

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

Why was 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 almost raping 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 wiped my tears away and looked up at Damon.

"Sorry." I croaked, my voice hoarse from crying.

"It's fine, lets go have fun." he replied.

I looked at him, a confused expression on my face, wasn't this the part where he made fun of me for being such a baby?

He took my hand and pulled me into the dance floor. He danced like a fool, which got me laughing and put me in a better mood.

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

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

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

"Why were you crying?" Damon suddenly asked, looking down at me with confused eyes.

"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 told him, and obviously he filled in the blanks.

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

He started storming threw the crowd of drunk people, pushing the people that got in his way.

I grabbed his arm and pulled him back. 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 hissed.

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 him punch Dylan square in the face.

Then he 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 like he was nothing at all.

I thought that Damon would just leave things alone 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 actually terrifying seeing him like this. Violent, fury in his eyes. I've never seen him so mad.

By now Dylan and Damon were screaming over each other and throwing punches and everything was just pure chaos.

"EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK 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 to stand 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 in the first place, I hate the guy! I find him repulsing and disgusting for crying out loud.

After a few minuets if awkward silence Damon broke it.

"How are you getting home?" He asked, running a hand through his dark hair.

"Garrett drove me here, but I don't know where he is." I told him.

It was the truth, but if I really wanted to I could just shoot Garrett a text and ask him to take me home. But I didn't want to do that. 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 anyways." 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." Ok 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 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 a room. And the fact that his eyes twinkle when he smiles makes it all the better.

To be honest her looked kinda cute when he was smiling.

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