Degrassi: The Next Generation

Unchained Melody

Smart guy Donovan Harris catches the lustful attention of bad boy Nick Catalano. Nick wants what he can't have and forces himself onto Donovan. Things heat up when Nick's antics makes Donovan hate him more causing Nick to question his lust...or love?

Episode 7: Sparring

Tuesday morning before school started, Donovan entered the weight room, located in the school's south side. He wanted to get an early start on his workout and unwind a little. He placed boxing gloves on his hands, fastening the straps with his teeth and was wearing a black wife beater and red shorts.

He started with the punching bag and just kept punching it over and over again. Left right, up down, jab then punch. He lifted up his right leg and kicked the side of the punching bag as a flashback to the party echoed in his mind. The faster Donovan went at the bag the more the image of a person over him appeared. He finally stopped and touched his forehead with his arm, unable to shake the image away.

"Wow, mad much?" asked Nick, walking in.

"Nick! What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Well school has a weight room, might as well use it," he said sarcastically. Donovan glared at him in disbelief. He notice the changed in Nick's hair color.

"…you had morning school detention didn't you?" Donovan asked.

"Yeah. Who knew you can get detention just for skipping a few classes," he confessed.

"Nick! A few, as in two?" asked Donovan, watching as he walked toward the punching bag.

"Two…three…almost all, who's counting," answered Nick.

"You're such a nub I swear," said Donovan.

"Yeah well this nub wants to take you out-on…this nub wants to take you on," said Nick, running his fingers through his golden brown hair. He couldn't believe he said out instead of on.

"As in sparring? You really want to do this, now?" asked Donovan who did not see this coming.

"What's wrong? Afraid I might kick you ass," teased Nick, while grabbing a pair of boxing gloves.

"Oh Nick, I might hurt you. You should seriously back down now," teased Donovan.

"Heh, come with it then," said Nick. He walked over and stood in front of Donovan with his hands up in a guard position.

"Fine then," said Donovan who also put his guard up. "I'm swinging with my left. I'm going to swing with my left. Watch for my left." Nick was ready for him, but he was caught off by Donovan's smooth smile as he dropped his left hand, lifted up his left foot to Nick's upper side, causing Nick to block using his arms.

"Dude! That's totally not fair," said Nick.

"You didn't say I couldn't kick. And I told you my left," said Donovan who jumped kicked him straight. Nick tumbled back, trying to regain his footing. Donovan held back on the power of the kick so it didn't really hurt him.

"Fine then," said Nick as he grabbed his shirt from the bottom and slowly lifted it up to take it off. He started to move boxer-like back and forth getting pumped.

"Wha…what are you doing?" asked Donovan.

"Are we getting distracted? Nick countered. Nick's figure was well toned with the numbers 77 on his back in red and black. One number was facing the left while the other was facing the right.

"…no no. Pfft me distracted with muscles and and more…muscles," stuttered Donovan.

"Oh my mistake. Flustered is the correct term," smiled Nick. Nick came at Donovan this time, causing him to block the first punch and counter with a jab. The more they spared the more they lost track of time. They moved over to the mat as Nick swung, but Donovan duck and swung his leg around, tripping Nick making him fall straight down on his back. Both of them started breathing heavily as they took off their gloves. Donovan climbed and sat on Nick's stomach and said,

"1, 2, 3. Ding Ding ding, I win."

"You would have if it wasn't for one thing," said Nick. "I'm so stronger than you." Nick grabbed Donovan by his beater and reversed the hold where he was now on top of Donovan, pinning him.

"That was so surprising unexpected," admitted Donovan.

"What can I say, when you have big guns like these—go ahead and feel. Feel my biceps," said Nick. Donovan looked tensely at him for a moment and then down to his arm. He gradually lifted his left hand and touched Nick's left arm, working slowly up toward his bicep.

"Wow," said Donovan.

"I know right? Huge," said Nick proudly.

"No. I mean wow as in…you have the most amazing blue eyes I have ever seen," said Donovan. Nick was caught off guard by what Donovan just said. Then Donovan used his right hand and touched the side of Nick's face. Nick saw for the first time that Donovan wasn't looking at him physically, but actually looking at him for what he is…himself. Nick gradually leaned more forward, now closer than ever to Donovan's face as they eyes locked. Nick went in more almost to his lips when they started to hear noises like people talking, causing them to break away from each other. Bruce, Derek, Riley, Sav, and some of the football players started to come in.

"Whoaaa, what's going on here?" asked Derek.

"Nothing, absolutely nothing. In fact, I was just leaving," said Donovan, standing up from the mat.

"Yeah because only men are allowed in here," said Bruce the Moose.

"That's alright Brucey. I'll let you boys play with your small toys," Donovan said, while walking out of the weight room.