Opposites Attract

Chapter 6

--A/N

Sorry this is so late - I am away on holiday YAY!!!!! :) Please leave any feedback, good or bad - I really appreciate all your help! THANK YOUUUUU :)

-M

The next few hours rolled by in deep silence. Neither Sara nor Tyler dare break it, it seemed almost sacred. After what seemed like forever, Sara looked up from her phone and cleared her throat. Tyler propped his head up, raising an eyebrow inquisitively. 

"Yes?" he hissed.

"I'm not a dork. Not really."

"Sure."

"I'm not a dork - I'm just quiet. I don't like people," she pointed out.

"Hmm, and why is that?"

Sara shrugged off the question and looked away. "I just don't. I have my reasons."

"Like...?" he attempted to edge her on so she would answer his question. Sara stood her ground and rolled her eyes.

"Just drop it!"

"Fine," Tyler held his hands up."But you're the one who brought it up. You're the one who started talking. I'm fine with silence. Sheesh!"

Sara sighed, then stood up from her chair. "Look, I'm sorry, but I just don't wanna' talk about it." She stared at him, hoping he would get the message.

Tyler pulled a slightly sympathetic face and waved his question off. "Okay, I get it, I get. Everybody has secrets - you just don't wanna' tell me!"

Sara shook her head quickly, feeling guilty that Tyler felt like she hated him. Well, she did...sort of. It was a weird, awkward situation. She was weird and awkward. No-one really knew anything about her; her story or her life. Sara was never one to open herself up to people, regardless of whether she trusted them or not. You don't tell people things like that...ever! Especially not people like Tyler Macey. He didn't care, he never will. 

Tyler was the type of person to listen to what a girl had to say just so he could then hook up with her. Atleast, he seemed to be.

"So then, why won't you tell me?" Tyler pulled up a chair closer to Sara and sat on it so that he leaned forward on it's back. Swinging his legs over either side, he pushed his hair back out of his face. "I'm a good listener," he persuaded.

Sara shrugged her shoulders and bit down on her lip. "I don't talk about it... I don't like to." She pulled her legs in closer to her as she sat down on a small sofa and pointed a finger at him. "And plus..." she began. "I don't even know you."

"So get to know me." He said in a standard tone.

"But, we're..."

"Different?" He interrupted. "That's what you think! People aren't different goddamit! They just like different things, talk to different people, listen to different music. Why are you dead set on the fact that everyone is so different? That we're different?" He paused to take a breath, seeing that she was startled by his outburst. 

Sara still didn't answer, so he continued. "Go on smarty pants, how are we different?" She raised an eyebrow at this very obvious question. "What makes us sooooo different that you don't even want to get to know me?" He chuckled, ruffling his hair again. It seemed like he really was obsessed with his hair. "I'm not that bad, babe."

"Please don't call me babe."

"Why not? Don't you like it?" he smirked, the corners of his mouth raising slightly as he grinned.