Opposites Attract

Chapter 5

--A/N

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“So Tyler,” Sara began, shuffling through the questions that she had on the pieces of paper on her lap. “How did you get into playing football? Was it through watching your favourite players on the big screen? Family history with the sport?” She rubbed her chin gently, avoiding eye contact with him.

“No,” Tyler replied bluntly.

“Ooookay,” Sara drawled. “Would you like to elaborate on that?” She attempted to urge an answer out of him although he seemed quiet stubborn in his ways.

“No.”

Sara sighed and flicked the switch on the camera, turning it off so that she could speak to Tyler off the record. “Look, I know you hate me and I get that – just do this interview properly.” She paused to look him in the eyes and did something she never would have imagined herself doing. She pleaded: “Please.”

“I hate this! Why are people do f*ckin’ nosy?”

Sara sat back, startled at this very honest, but aggressive outburst from Tyler. For a split second, she thought she saw a different side to Tyler – a real, humane side. “What do you mean?” she heard herself say. “You agreed to this months ago. I mean you should have...”

“I didn’t. My dad did.” He interrupted her, looking up at her for the first time since the interview had started.

“I don’t follow?” she looked at him, puzzled, trying to figure him out.

“Look dork, do we have to do this? Can I just go?”  

Sara looked at him, shell-shocked as his character flicked instantly from normal to downright rude and hormone raged Tyler – the usual Tyler. She bit her lip, deliberating what to do and then shook her head ever so slightly, attempting to avoid angering him anymore. His pathetic outbursts no longer fazed her and she accepted the horrible nicknames for what they were. Things weren’t going to change anytime soon.

“Sorry, this needs to be done.”

He held his hands up in annoyance and brushed her off with a wave. “Fine, hurry up!”

Instead of turning back to the camera or to the questions on the papers she held in her hands, she threw the papers to the floor and kicked them away as the fell to the ground. Tyler’s head propped up as he watched her frustration being taken out on the paper.

“Dude,” he began, getting up and holding her down by the elbows. “Chill out.”

“Get off me!” she squealed, pushing his hands away and beckoning him towards the chair.

“What the hell was that?” he questioned, pointing at the papers on the floor.

“Never mind.” She shook her head, adjusting her hair so that it fell back onto her shoulders. “Anyway, are we doing this interview or not?”

“Sure whatever, but...”

“But?”

“For every question you ask me, I get to ask you one.” He raised an eyebrow as he watched her think about the decision.

“But you’re not supposed to be...”

“Do you wanna’ do this interview or what?” He interrupted her again.