hey guys, been awhile hasn't it? i'm so for so long for not updating chapters, or for the figments of my imagination who i pretend to read my stories. but anyway if you do I'm sorry, its not like grades are very important anyway.
on a brighter note here it my new chapter, i hope spongebob enjoys it. please read and review.
Donovan watched the girl on her bike from under the bus stop. It was a dark rainy morning, and still she rode 5km to school. Occasionally she would take the bus, but she'd rather ride. She had red, curly hair, hazel eyes and freckled skin. He still considered her beautiful and he always would. Donovan couldn't be with her though. One, she was one of his best friends, along with Olivia Carter whom they considered each other, their 'messed up clone'. There were a couple of differences between the girls, Olivia was shorter than her, and Melody was pretty short, just under the average height, making Olivia way under the average height. First of all, if he asked her out and she said no, he would make their relationship really awkward. If she said yes and they broke up, she probably wouldn't talk to him. Olivia and Melody was all he had at school other than books and lunch money. He wasn't going to take a gamble on something as important and scarring as that. Two, he didn't have enough courage, even though some girls considered him "hot" he was different to most the other boys in the grade; in the school even. He preferred reading to sport, academic activities to social networking and he spent one quarter of his time on his Xbox. He was awkward, silly, immature and he went too far with things, no girl would ever want that. But no matter how many times he told himself he couldn't stop thinking about her, acting nice towards her even when he was angry at her, looking at her old posts and texts and fantasising about her, about them. She was a drug and he was hooked. He watched her as she rode up a hill and disappeared around the corner, her gears were always set on the highest level to challenge her. Every time she peddled he could see her muscles working under her jeans. She always wore long pants because of her father, a new bruise or scar would turn up on her arm every day, sometimes on Mondays her arms would be black and blue. Only Donovan noticed. Her father was an alcoholic he was abusive but Melody said it was better than a foster home.
"plus it makes me stronger and that helps with karate." He knew she was lying, he went to her tournaments and sometimes she could hardly stand, but she still pushed herself. He wasn't sure if it was courage punishment or arrogance. Donovan thought she went too far sometimes, but she kept on going. But it was on this particular day someone else noticed…