Perfectly Misunderstood

Chapter 2

Those green eyes, it couldn't possibly be the same pair of green eyes.

8 years ago (4th grade)

I was standing at the top of the slide waiting for my turn. Our school decided to build a park next to it finally, and after a lot of begging my parents finally brought me to play in the park. It was around 6 pm, and the park was full of kids that I barely even had the opportunity to have fun. When the sprinklers turned on all the kids ran towards it, except for me. My mind was on the swirly slide.

Finally, I got a chance to get on it.

Climbing up the latter, I made it up to the top. Looking down at the slide, I saw it was completely wet. I was debating whether I wanted to get on it or not since I was wearing a new shirt and didn't want it to get wet. Turning around I saw Damon and his friends Jeremy, Dylan, and Michael standing behind me.

"Come on let's go," Jeremy said.

Turning my head around I looked back at the slide. But before I had any moment to grasp at what just happened, I felt someone push me. I quickly twisted my head back and locked my gaze with Damon's green eyes. I reached forward with my hands hoping to grasp something but couldn't. Instead of landing on the slide, I fell right over the slide straight to the ground landing right on my elbow.

It didn't take long for my mom to come running to me when she heard me cry, and within a few hours, my mom and I were returning home from the hospital with a cast around my right hand.

From that day forward, I swore to myself that I was never going to talk to him ever again or even forgive him.

Shifting my head back, I tried getting a full glance of Damon's face. Puberty definitely changes a person a lot. If it hadn't been for his eyes, I might not have even recognized him.

Panic started to register in me. Oh God, does he remember who I am?

Snatching the condom in his hand, I quickly stuffed it inside my bag. I got up and hurried in stuffing the rest of the condoms that were in my locker into my bag. I could hear some faint laughter coming from Damon and his friends. But I kept telling myself not to turn around and react to it at all.

When my locker was cleared out, I slammed it shut and made a beeline back towards the main office. But it was futile because I felt Damon grab my hand. The same hand he broke. Twisting my arm, I broke free from his hold taking him by surprise.

Damon shot his hands up in surrender. "Woah, are you okay?"

I didn't respond.

I glared at him and then to his friends from behind him. They all had a smirk on their face that I wanted to smack away.

"You're new here right? Do you need help getting to your class?" Damon asked.

Was he actually trying to be polite?

Nope. There was no way the definition of polite was in his dictionary. Turning around I decided to walk away from him and his friends.

"Do you need help putting all those condoms to use?"

I froze in my spot. I did not just hear that.

It wasn't Damon who said it, but it was one of his friends. Turning my gaze around I looked at Damon and all his friends laughing. I couldn't register his friends by their names yet, but either way, they were all a**holes.

My mind was fuming with rage, and although I had promised myself that I wasn't going to speak to Damon ever again, I was going to curse Damon and his friends out had it not been for the bell that saved me.

The hallways started to get crowded as all the students began to pour out of the cafeteria. I took this as an opportunity to escape from Damon and his crew.

Running down the hallway and up a flight of stairs I got to the second floor. But then I realized I had no idea what class I had first period or where it even was. My schedule was in my bag, but I was too scared to get it out because I feared that all the condoms would pour out right in front of everyone.

Luck never wants to be on my side.

I decided to wait for the late bell to ring when the hallways would clear out. I would then take my schedule out of my bag and run to my class. I figured it was better to be late then to get embarrassed in front of everyone. Plus, I was a new student, so hopefully, I could use that as an excuse for being late on my first day.

As soon as the late bell rang, I waited a few more minutes for the hallway to become empty. As I saw the last person down the hallway run into his class, I opened my backpack having a few of the condoms spill out. Bending down to pick them up and dig through my bag to find my schedule, I heard a few footsteps from behind me.

Please don't let it be the principle.

"We meet again." I heard.

We haven't spoken much, but my hatred towards him, made me recognize his voice.

Damon.

Shifting my head behind me, there I saw Damon staring down at me for the second time today.

Help me, God!