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He met her glare with a smirk, arms folded over his chest as he leaned against the locker next to hers. "You're looking ravishing, as usual. What's the occasion?" he asked casually. He knew that she wasn't up for his @#%$, but that didn't stop him. Not even being shot in both kneecaps could stop him.

"Aw, come on, maybe I want to go with you." he said, following behind her. No matter how fast she walked, he could keep up easily. He was not only taller than her, but had longer legs as well.

"I promise, I'll be good." But that was a lie, and even he knew it. Trouble seemed to follow Donovan like B followed A. Wherever he went, he was bound to cause some kind of trouble. And most of the time, it wasn't intentional.

But her luck wasn't working for her today. He had gotten used to her trying to out-dodge him, and learned to simply keep her in view. It was easier than trying to follow behind her. Once, she got ahead, but he caught up once the crowd thinned out.

"Alright, I admit, I cause some trouble, but it's not like I do it on purpose." That was a true statement that he knew she didn't believe. Most of the time, it wasn't until after he knew he was in trouble that he figured out he had done something wrong.

((I hate these stupid roll-over ads -.- ))

((Ads suck. But, you may need to edit your last post. The intro was from her point-of-view. She remembers him tricking her and becoming her soul mate, and hates him for it.))

"Well, maybe I do follow you around on purpose, but not all the time. Sometimes, and you'd be surprised at how often, I just tend to be wherever you will be or already are without my knowledge." That was also true. More often than not, he simply showed up and either found her already there, or she'd show up later.

He watched her leave, not bothering to follow her inside of her house. He might be a jackass at times, but he knew better than that. Jackass or not, he had manners. So, instead of perstering her further, he pulled his keys out of his pocket and went to the parking lot to find his car, and then drove home.

He lived in a rather normal subdivision and a normal house. He lived with his father, who was always either working of in the basement doing who knew what. As far as Donovan, he was rather antisocial, but a good father nonetheless. He made sure that Donovan had food and clothes. The rest was up to Donovan himself.

In his room, Donovan laid back on his own bed, which was a futon with an extra thick and comfy matress, he took a look around while planning on what to do that night. His walls were painted a darker green and decorated in posters of his favorite bands and video games. His carpet was left it's original light tan color that came with the house when it was bought, the two windows covered by white shades. His room, against the belief of most people, was kept surprisingly clean. There wasn't a speck of dust to be found, and he liked it that way.

After about an hour of contemplation, he picked up his phone and called Dorien, his best friend. "Get ready, @#%$, we're going bowling tonight." It was their thing to do, call each other normally offensive names and not get offended by them. Dorien laughed, loud music playing in the background. "Sounds like a plan. Which one are we going to?"

"The one downtown. It's cheaper." he replied, sitting up. "Call Jeremy and get him over there too. Can't have fun without him around." Dorien agreed, they said their goodbyes, and then hung up. Without telling his father, who was in the basement again, Donovan left and headed to the bowling alley.

As Risa headed up to the snack bar, Donovan was just heading back to his lane, arms full of food. He caught sight of Risa and grinned, wiggling his eyebrows when he caught her eye. Before she could unleash her wrath on him, he made his way to his lane at the other end of the alley, where Jeremy and Dorien had already begun playing.

Dorien and Jeremy were the only two guys that Donovan was ever seen with. The rest of the time, Donovan had a girl or two with him, giving him a bit of a bad, and false, reputation with other females. In their eyes, he was a player, but in fact, he had never had a girlfriend. He could charm and flirt like the best of them, but he had yet to even give or get his first kiss. Dorien and Jeremy wouldn't let him forget that, but he honetly doubted anyone but them knew of it.

Dorien was a character of his own. The only hair he had was a set of Libery Spikes down the center of his head, dyed a Fire Engine Red. He had a lip piercing identical to Donovan's, but instead of a ball, his was a spike. His ears were gaged in the lobed, and held a few more rings up the sides. Tonight, he was dressed in Tripp pants that matched the color of his hair and a black muscle shirt.

Jeremy was a different story. He was one of the kind of guys that most considered Goth, like Dorien and Donovan, but in a more subtle manner. He wore black Tripp pants with a black dress shirt, his dark brown hair tied back into a ponytail. A spiked bracelte adorned his left wrist. Where Dorien was obnoxious, he was quiet. Most wondered how the two got along, and even he did sometimes, but he wouldn't end the friendship for anything.

For once, they played their game without too much commotion on their end, and didn't bother the girls at all. Although, every time Dorien got a strike, which was often, he would celebrate by running down the lane cheering. They almost got kicked out before he finally stopped.

The game ended with Jeremy as the winner, as usual. They cleaned up their space before heading to the front counter. As they passed Risa's lane, Dorien winked at Lily, Jeremy glanced in Mave's direction before looking shyly back at the ground, and, surprisingly, Donovan didn't even acknowledge Risa's presence. They returned their shoes, got their own back, and left, heading to Dorien's house for the time being.

At Dorien's house, all the three really did was listen to overly loud music while Dorien threw darts at his ceiling, Jeremy messed with Dorien's broken computer, and Donovan played absently with his lip stud. It was only when Jeremy suggested they go to the park down the road that they moved.

Along they way, Dorien took a pit stop at Mave's house. Being himself, he walked on in to Mave's house, hunted them down, and leaned in the doorway. "Well, it looks like you're all having fun. Want to go with us to the park? It's a nice day outside."

It was true, but the sun was beginning to go down, and twilight was setting in. That didn't seem to hinder them in the least.

Dorien grinned and marched over to Mave, where he proceeded to throw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and then head back out the front door.

Out front, Jeremy and Donovan were in fits of laughter at the sight of Mave being carried by Dorien. Jeremy stopped once Lily appeared, trying to hide his laughter behind a hand. Donovan, however, turned and kept walking even before Risa made it to the door. Tonight, he didn't feel up to bothering her. It was strange, and he couldn't really explain it, but he was one to go along with instincts.