SOPHIA
Today was going good so far. I woke up this morning happy that Damon didn't interrogate me about the whole hospital thing yesterday, and then I went to school, saw all my friends, and made up with Garrett.
Everything was going great.
But now in Environmental Awareness, I was dreading the moment Damon walked through the door. Every time I'd seen him today I got nervous, thinking he would pull me aside and start questioning me, but so far he hadn't even spared me a glance. At first I was grateful but after a while it just made me more and more nervous.
I tried to tell myself that he just didn't see me, but my gut told me it was all calculated. And that was confirmed when he walked into the room and his eyes instantly met mine, determination swirling in his icy blue irises.
I knew that look well, the one that said 'you will tell me what I want to know.'
"Why were you at the hospital yesterday?" He asked as soon as he sat down beside me.
At least he got right to the point.
"I was visiting someone." I told him vaguely. My strategy was to tell the truth, but leave out the details.
"Who?" He questioned, turning his body to fully face me, letting me know that he was very interested in my answer.
"None of your business." I snapped. That was the second part of my strategy, get mad and start an argument to change the subject without him knowing.
"Well I saw you, so I have the right to know." He reply.
That didn't even make sense.
"You don't have rights when it comes to me, you're not important enough to." I argued, making sure to keep my voice low so I didn't disturb the class.
"I'm important." He muttered in the same hushed tone, his lip jutted out looked like a little kid with hurt feelings.
"No, you really aren't." I disagreed. I didn't care if I hurt him, I'd do anything to avoid telling him about Tori.
He shook his head angrily, "You know what? I'm done. I'm so done with you, why do I even try?"
What did he mean by 'why do I even try?' Try what?
Whatever, it didn't matter. I got him off the topic of me at the hospital so my job was done. My plan was a success.
For the rest of class Damon just pouted.
I still found it hilarious that he was a pouter even though it had been like that since we were kids. Every time he didn't get his way he pouted until he got what he wanted. That pout worked on everyone.
Except for me.
That was an accomplishment all on its own, I could put it on my résumé.
After class as I made my way to the cafeteria Damon came up beside me and without a word walked the rest of the way with me.
"You know, that pout is never gonna work on me right?" I asked, looking at him, still pouting, for a second before training my eyes forward. What happened to 'I'm so done with you'?
"It'll work one day." He declared.
I looked over at him in amusement and his eyes held so much determination.
"What are you even trying to do with that pout? Are you trying to look cute? Because you don't. You honestly look like a constipated pug." I told him, trying my best to sound serious even though I was really just teasing him.
The pout fell from his face pretty quickly after my comment registered in his mind.
"I do not!" He exclaimed.
"Whatever you say." I sang as we entered the cafeteria.
Before he could say anything else I sat down at my table, which effectively ended our conversation.
"I wish Damon and I had a hate, hate relationship. I've heard hate sex is amazing." Candy said dreamily.
I almost puked everywhere.
Even just the thought of having sex with Damon made me want to die.
"You're disgusting!" I exclaimed, trying to push what she said out of my mind.
"Who's disgusting?" Someone asked from behind me.
I turned around to see a smiling Dylan.
"Hey babe." He greeted me, bending down to kiss my cheek before plopping onto the chair beside me and putting an arm around my shoulder.
Maybe things wouldn't be awkward between us like I'd originally thought.
"Hey." I greeted back.
We shared a smile, then went back to eating and talking with our friends.
I briefly looked over at Damon's table to find him glaring at me and Dylan.
What a confusing weirdo.
"So I have a basketball game next Friday, and I'd really like it if you came." Dylan informed me.
Whenever he wanted me to go somewhere he never really asked, he ordered in a nice way, which kinda bugged me. But I wanted to be a supportive girlfriend so of course I was going to go. And maybe I was just reading too far into it because the incident at the party was still fresh in my mind.
"Sure, I'll come." I replied.
He sent me a smile before going back to talking with his basketball buddies.
Soon after, the bell rang and I found myself walking to class alone.
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Who throws a party on a Monday? All anyone had been talking about was some party happening tonight.
Who even goes to a party on a Monday?
People are so strange.
Are you going to the party?
Another anonymous number asked.
This was the eleventh text I'd received my from an unknown number, asking if I was going to the party.
As if I'm getting out of my comfortable bed to go hang out with drunk teenagers.
I even decided against doing my homework tonight. I needed a night to just relax.
I texted the random person back a simple 'no', then turned off my phone and tossed it onto my bedside table.
I looked up at the ceiling and sighed in contentment. This was what I needed; a night with no stress, no drama, and more importantly - no Damon.
He left for the party an hour ago, which meant I didn't have to worry about him looking through my window like a creep.
I looked over at my alarm clock, ten o'clock. That was a reasonable time to go to sleep.
I pulled my blanket up to my chin, happy with how cosy and warm I was as I closed my eyes.
"Sophia, can you come downstairs?" Aunt Jo called from somewhere downstairs.
She just had to call me as I was drifting off to sleep.
I grumbled under my breath about how she had the worst timing in the world as I stumbled down the stairs.
"What?" I asked irritably when I found her.
"I just wanted to tell you that the doctors want us to take Victoria out of town for a check up. So your uncle and I are taking her tomorrow morning." She informed me.
"What about me? Aren't I coming?" I asked.
She shook her head, "You have school, I don't want you missing your classes."
I looked at her in shock, I always went to Tori's important check ups.
"When will you be back?" I asked instead of arguing, I could see it in her eyes that she was exhausted like me, and wasn't in the mood to argue.
"Tori will stay at the hospital overnight and then we'll come home the next day."
"Bu-" I started to protest but she cut me off.
"Tori can't travel too much, you know her condition. So we have to let her rest for the night before we can travel again." Aunt Jo explained.
She knew I didn't like staying home alone overnight, in fear that he would somehow show up.
"It's only for one night, nothing will happen, you'll be fine," She reassured me.
I nodded my head in defeat. She was right. Nothing was going to happen, but that didn't take away my fear. Nothing would ever take away my fear.
"Goodnight sweetie." Were her parting words before making her way upstairs to bed.
I slowly made my way up after her and flopped down on my bed, completely exhausted with everything that had happened recently.
And eventually I drifted off into a restless sleep.