SOPHIA
Today I would finally get to see my angel. I was so excited to see Tori's beautiful face and hold her little hand. I just wished she would wake up so I could see her eyes too.
This morning I got up bright and early so I had a lot of time before Damon picked me up at noon. Even though I knew I didn't need to get all dolled up to see Tori, since she wasn't awake, I still felt like I had to.
The little voice in the back of my mind told me the real reason was because I would see Damon, but I shooed the irritating thought away immediately.
Why would I want to look good for him? I had no reason to impress him and I never cared about what he thought of me before, why would I start now?
It wasn't like I had feelings for him or anything. He was just a friend I had to be cautious about, that was all.
But if I didn't like him, why had I been thinking non stop about the kiss since it happened? It was the last thing I thought of before I fell asleep and the first thing that popped into my head when I woke up, even before the thought of visiting Tori.
Because you like him that stupid voice in the back of my mind whispered.
That was impossible, I would have to be crazy to like him romantically. But then again, I was practically having a conversation with myself at the moment so maybe I was losing my mind a little. But that still didn't mean I had feelings for Damon.
I needed to stop thinking about all of that before I gave myself a headache. Damon would be over soon and I had to finish getting ready. I didn't want to be late to visit Tori.
Although I woke up early specifically to get ready, that plan didn't exactly succeed. I was too busy lost in my confusing and troubling thoughts to make any real progress in looking presentable.
I quickly slipped on a black tennis skirt and a white oversized jumper that I paired with white sneakers. The outfit was more girly than I'd usually wear but I felt both cute and comfortable, the best of both worlds.
I wondered if Damon would like it?
Why did I suddenly care what he thought about my clothing? His opinion didn't matter to me, never had and never would. So why did that question cross my mind?
Maybe I was just feeling a little bit out of my comfort zone in the skirt and wanted the approval of someone else?
Just as I finished loosely curling my hair the doorbell rang. Perfect timing as always, if it was Damon.
My heart began racing because I couldn't suppress the impossible idea of him being at the door, but when I realized how ridiculous I was acting my heart continued to beat rapidly for a whole different reason.
I told myself it was the excitement for visiting Tori, but I knew deep down a little part of it was because Damon was here.
I gave myself one last look over and nodded in approval, then raced downstairs to answer the door.
I swung it open and just like I thought, it was Damon.
"Hey." I greeted casually, looking up at him, but he wasn't paying attention because he was to busy running his eyes up and down my body.
"Like what you see?" I teased, suppressing a smirk.
He finally looked me in the eyes and said "Yes, a lot actually."
At first I thought he was joking but the look in his eyes told me he was dead serious, which had my cheeks flaming.
"Whatever." I mumbled, not knowing how to take a compliment from him.
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The Opposite Of Attraction ✔️
Teen FictionIs the phrase "Opposites attract" right? Maybe... But not for Sophia Mackenzie and Damon Blake. The phrase for them is more like "The opposite of attraction" Ever since the fourth grade Damon and Sophia have been sworn enemies. Now it's senior yea...