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"I hate you!" I screamed, to none other than Damon Blake, the guy I've hated since the fourth grade.
He scoffed "I wouldn't want it any other way."
I rolled my eyes and stormed away without another word. I had to get away from this jerk before I ripped off his head and fed it to a dog.
Okay so you're probably wondering why I've hated him since fourth grade.
Well I'll tell you why.
One day in elementary school, after I kissed Dylan Russo on the cheek for giving me a flower, Damon came up to us and asked Dylan why he was hanging around such an ugly girl.
Being the immature fourth grader I was, I ended up stomping on his foot and stating that he was way more ugly then me.
From that point on we were sworn enemies and everyone knew it. We constantly picked on each other about anything from bad hair days to the colour of shirt we were wearing.
Even the teachers knew not to put us in the same class because it would only result in us disrupting the class with our bickering.
It was only the first day of senior year and first class hadn't even started yet, but we'd already gotten into an argument.
I stuffed the books I didn't need in my locker and slammed the door shut just as the bell rung, signalling that I needed to head to class.
I was in a pretty good mood since it was the first day of senior year and all, but after my argument with Damon I wasn't so happy anymore.
That's the effect he had on me - the littlest thing like one wrong glance from him, and I wanted to rip someone's head off, preferably his.
Luckily my first class was photography, which would put me in a better mood since it was one of my favourite classes.
I wanted to do something in the artistic field after high school so I've taken every art course possible during the three years I'd been in school here, and found that photography was my favourite.
I walked into class and was greeted with a wave of hellos. I smiled politely back at everyone even though I didn't know who half of them were.
I was pretty popular (if I do say so myself), and always had been. But so was Damon.
We were in the same social circle which naturally made us hate each other more since we were competing with each other for the bragging rights of being more popular.
The only difference between us was I was the nice girl who talked to everyone and was loved by everyone, while Damon was the mean man-whore jock who gave nerds swirlies and shot spitballs at teachers.
Ever since middle school we had been tied for the most popular, but this year would be different. I would finally come out on top and beat him.
I probably sound like a cliché "queen bee" right now, but popularity has never really been important to me. I'm not an attention seeker, and I couldn't care less if everyone liked me or not. I just wanted to beat Damon at anything and everything.
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I happily walked into my second period class, environmental awareness, and sat down in the middle of the room.
Why was I in such a good mood? I haven't had to deal with Damon since this morning. So far today is going well apart from the incident this morning before classes started.
The room quickly filled up and everyone took a seat. By the time the bell rang the room was quite full, and there was only one seat left. I vaguely wondered if that seat was meant for someone or just an extra seat.
My question was quickly answered when someone burst into class just as the teacher was about to begin roll call.
I didn't even look over to see who it was because I didn't care. I hate it when people are late to class, it just means they don't care about their education.
I heard a sharp intake of breath and then curses being mumbled quietly but furiously, before the late person finally said "What is she doing here?"
My head immediately snapped to the direction of the door where the ignorant person was still standing. I'd recognize that voice anywhere.
Next my head snapped to the teacher. "For once I agree with him. What are we doing in the same class?"
Before our teacher, Mr. Willis, could utter a single word, Damon opened up his big mouth again and interrupted.
"Maybe you're in the wrong class Soph. I mean, you are a stupid blonde."
My blood boiled and instinctively my hands clenched into fists. But instead of arguing back like I usually would, I just turned to the teacher again.
"See, this is exactly why we can't be in the same class. This pinhead doesn't know how to keep his big mouth shut."
Mr. Willis just smiled at us and told Damon to take a seat.
This teacher was surely crazy if he thought he could handle us for a year.
All throughout class Damon would make rude little comments when I would answer a question. Snide remarks like "nerd" and "know-it-all". The kind of insults that got under my skin, and Damon knew it.
But being the mature one, I ignored it instead of arguing and disrupting the class. I knew that if someone ever disrupted a class that I was trying to learn in, I definitely wouldn't be happy.
Too bad Damon didn't think that way. Instead he took it up a notch and started throwing paper airplanes at my head. How cliché.
After class I was definitely going to have a little chat with him.
Once the bell rang I quickly made my way out of the room and leaned on the wall close to the door. That way when Damon came out I would be able to talk to him about what he did in class.
As I expected, Damon was the last one out, And as always, he had an expression that said he didn't have a care in the world.
I caught his arm and spun him around so he was facing me. The look of surprise on his face was amusing but I pushed that aside because I was angry at him.
"You might not care about your marks but I sure care about mine. I won't have you disrupting my learning just because you hate me!" I started off.
Damon's surprised expression quickly turned to one of annoyance but I didn't care. I just kept ranting.
"I have no idea what was running through that teacher's head when he decided to put us in the same class. But we can't change it now so we better make the most of it. Let's just pretend like we don't even know each other in class. Okay?" I finished.
Damon just blinked at me, not saying a word. Then he shook his head and said "Huh?"
My face went red as anger coursed through my veins.
"You weren't even listening!" I yelled.
This kid sure did have some nerve.
"Do you really expect me to listen to you rant for ten minutes?" he asked. Then quickly added "Don't answer that. Anyway, you've just wasted like half my lunch so I'm just gonna go."
And before I could saying anything he was half way down the hall.
I've never hated a human as much as I hated him. How could someone be so self-centered, cocky, ignorant, stupid, and above all, annoying?
After I took a few deep breaths to calm down, I headed to the cafeteria.
I immediately went to my table that consisted of cheerleaders, dancers and jocks.
No, I wasn't a cheerleader. I was actually the most athletically inclined person you'd ever meet. The only reason I was at this table was because everyone there liked me. Truthfully I didn't even know why I was popular.
Everyone welcomed me with warm hellos and then went back to eating.
I started chatting with a couple girls from the dance team when suddenly the whole table was looking at me.
"What?" I asked, confused as to why I was suddenly the center of attention.
"Is it true that you and Damon are in the same Environmental Awareness class?" asked Kyle, captain of the basketball team.
I let out an annoyed huff before answering. "Unfortunately it's true, I'm stuck with the annoying jerk for a whole year! How am I ever going to survive?"
Yeah, I could be really dramatic. Maybe I should join the drama club.
Nah, I'm too lazy.
"I don't know how you could possibly hate Damon. He's just so dreamy, definitely drool worthy. Don't his looks affect you at all?" asked Candy, the head cheerleader.
Pretty much only the head of the sports teams and their second in commands talked.
"Um ew, no. I'm immune to his 'good looks'." I said, air quoting 'good looks'.
"Maybe she's a lesbian" one of the dumb cheerleaders suggested to Candy.
I rolled my eyes. "Not that there's anything wrong with being a lesbian, but I'm completely straight." I told the group.
Some of the guys let out relieved sighs.
I rolled my eyes again. They just wanted to get into my pants. Stupid hormonal jerks.
Suddenly there was a roar of laughter from the table beside us that just so happened to be Damon's table. It consisted of the school whores and whatever jocks were stupid enough to hang around him.
I was pleasantly surprised to see that my table had more people at it than Damon's. I was definitely going to have the title of "more popular than Damon" this year.
Damon looked over at my table and winced slightly, but I still caught it. When he looked at me I shot a smug smirk his way before turning my attention back to my friends.
He knew just as well as I did that he was going to lose the popularity contest this year. The thought of him finally not getting what he wanted was more than pleasing.
Suddenly the bell rung and everyone got up to go to their next class. I was about to walk out of the cafeteria when someone grabbed my arm and roughly spun me around.
I came face to face, or should I say face to chest, with Damon.
"What do you want?" I snapped irritably, ripping my arm out if his grasp and rubbing where he had previously holding me.
"Just because you have a few more people at your table, doesn't mean you're gonna win this year." he stated confidentially, although I saw the doubt in his eyes. He wasn't so sure that what he said was the truth.
I laughed before replying "A few? There were at least six more people at my table. It seems as though you've lost some recruits since last year."
He grumbled something under his breath before pushing past me and walking out the door, but before he was out of hearing distance, I heard him say "This isn't over."
How cliché can one person get?
I rolled my eyes and walked out the door. I wasn't even half way to my class when the bell rung. Crap, I'm late!
I sprinted the rest of the way and burst into the classroom when I arrived.
Everyone, including the teacher, stopped what they were doing and looked at me like I just murdered two people.
"Miss Mackenzie, you're late." Mrs. McGirr stated.
What? Really?! I didn't notice.
When I didn't say anything she tried again "Why are you late?"
"Because a pinhead named Damon Blake wouldn't let me go to class, instead he was snapping at me because he's jealous." I explained, shrugging innocently and giving her my best puppy dog eyes.
Mrs. McGirr rolled her eyes but I could see that I was in the clear. "You're excused this time, but don't let it happen again."
"Thank you Mrs. McGirr." I said as I walked to the middle of the room to sit in my usual spot.
Classes again went by in a flash and soon it was the end of the day. I made a quick stop at my locker to drop off my books before exiting the school.
I hopped into my little punch buggy, which I named Victoria, after someone very special to me, and drove home listening to one of my favourite singers, Troye Sivan.
When I got close to my house I saw an all too familiar car blocking my driveway.
You've got to be kidding me!
I got out of my car after parking it on the side of the street in front of my house, and stomped over to the next door neighbours house.
I rung the doorbell and when no one answered I got impatient and started pounding on the door.
Eventually it opened, revealing a smirking Damon.
Yup, the jerk lived right beside me. And to make matters worse, his bedroom window was no more than five feet away from mine.
"Sophia? What a surprise." Damon said, feigning innocence.
"Get your cheap car out of my driveway now!" I demanded.
Damon laughed but did as I said, never taking that stupid smirk off his face.
Without another word I stomped back to my car and pulled into my driveway.
Could this day get any worse?
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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 into Damon's and saw that the music was, in fact coming from his room.
I was about to go back to doing my homework when I saw something. Damon was 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 taped five minutes 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 minutes later he was still dancing, so I decided to embarrass him.
Since his window was open I went over to mine and opened it before shouting "You should really give that poor broom a rest."
Startled, he dropped it and spun around to look at me, but in the process of turning 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 know 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 had all the evidence I needed.
The look of pure horror on his face was almost as priceless as his dancing.
"I'm gonna kill you!" he growled.
I thought for sure 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 was planning his revenge.
"I hate you." he said, his way of saying farewell.
"I wouldn't want it any other way." I replied, and at the same time we closed our windows and made sure our blinds were shut too.
That night I went to sleep with a satisfied smile on my face.
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Beep beep beep
It's morning already?
Beep beep beep
I should probably turn that off.
I slammed my hand down on my alarm clock with more force than necessary. But whatever, that clock had it coming, stupid thing waking me up every morning with that horrible beeping.
I grumbled about how the morning always came too quickly as I rolled out of bed.
For some reason I thought that I would just land on a floor of marshmallows, but in reality I rolled onto the hard ground with a loud thud.
I really hated mornings.
I pulled myself up off of 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 it was difficult to do anything nice to it anyway. I really needed to get it cut. It was right down to my waist for crying out loud!
Next I put on minimal make up, 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 dark high-waisted jean shorts, and a white tank top with a red checkered flannel tied around my waist.
To finish off my masterpiece, I slipped on some black gladiators with cute little spikes on them. It gave the impression that I wasn't completely a "goody two shoes".
The best thing about my school was that there was no dress code, so we could show off all the shoulder we wanted. Jealous?
After I was done getting ready, I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen for some breakfast.
As usual, my mom was in the kitchen making bacon and eggs in a cheery mood as.
I took the plate of breakfast that she had prepared for me and started scarfing it down. Yeah I was a bit of a pig - so sue me! I was just lucky I had a fast metabolism, or I would have been 500 pounds by now.
Once I was done eating I took out my phone to check the time. I still had half an hour before I had to leave for school.
I decided to head back up to my room to kill some time doing the thing I love most.
I sat down at my baby grand piano and started to play my all time favourite piece, River flows 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 liked best about it was that no one knew I played.
I had a special room attached to mine that had all my music stuff in it. It was like my very own mini recording studio.
Along with the piano, I also played guitar and alto saxophone. I could have been my own little band.
But out of all those instruments, piano was my favourite.
"Sophia, if you don't leave now you'll be late for school!" mom suddenly shouted from downstairs.
"Crap." I muttered under my breath. I quickly put on my backpack and hurried downstairs.
"Thanks!" I yelled to wherever she was as I ran out the door.
I hopped into my car 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 wanderers.
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 of the room and got ready to learn, unfazed by the teacher's stare.
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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 walk into class when I remembered something horrible. The devil was in this class.
My good mood instantly soured at the thought of dealing with Damon while I was learning. To me, being in class was like a safe haven since it was 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, I 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're blocking the class entrance. And unlike some people, I actually want to learn. So move it." he replied, rather rudely.
I just scoffed, rolled my eyes, and walked into class.
Everyone took their seats and as soon as the bell rang 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." He 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 weren't disrupting the class, and I was as far away from Damon as I could get.
Since all the desks were in pairs of two in this room, Mr. Willis, or should I call him "Mr. Devil", started naming off pairs.
I grew nervous when the only names not called were mine, Damon's, and four other students.
Then I heard my name "Sophia Mackenzie and -"
Followed by my worst nightmare, "Damon Blake."
We both looked at each other in shock and disgust before looking at the teacher in disbelief.
Now for sure he was Mr. Devil.
"I object." I stated, raising my hand.
"Yeah me too." Damon added, also raising his hand.
"This is never going to work." I told Mr. Devil.
"Well you two are gonna have to try." He told us, waving his hand dismissively and then pointing to the back of the room where our new seats were.
Damon and I slowly made our way to our seats and plopped down in the chairs.
I winced when his arm brushed against mine. This was pure torture.
I could smell his disgustingly strong cologne, I could hear him breathe, I could see his hand moving as he doodled mindlessly on his notebook.
Everything he did infuriated me.
But what Mr. Willis said next made me forget all about Damon's annoying habits.
"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 Mr. Devil.
"Settle down class, you don't even know what the project is about yet." Mr. Willis laughed.
"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 rang.