Permanently bruised by a tragic accident, Melanie Martins felt useless. She was the girl who people stared at in public,the girl who didn't need a chair because she was permanently sitting on one with wheels. She became so isolated that her parents were getting so scared that they enrolled her in a therapy session.  Melanie was acing all her tests and exams because she had nothing fun to do,so most of the time,she was stuck with her books. At least,she could do one thing right. Her friends moved away,and there was literally no one she could relate with. Well, until HE came along.

Damien Brooks was the dude with the killer looks,he was that guy that was stared at whenever he walked into somewhere. He was so popular that all girls wanted to do was smell his jacket. He was new to Melanie's school,and Melanie felt threatened because he was stealing her spot on the 'A' list ; the top. Within a week of joining EastLake High,Damien found himself quite a couple of friends. Although he was known for his hot Instagram pics and videos,they finally met him in person,and all everyone wanted to do was one thing...be his friend.

Damien noticed everyone trying to sit with him and talk to him,but there was this girl who wore round glasses and sweaters every damn day. She didn't give a hoot about his reputation,and he didn't like that. Damien was no douche or jerk,but his ego was something no one could match up with.

Curious to know her,he tried talking to her,only to get coffee poured on him. Well,that was a rough start. 

Damien started to discover that there was more to the girl who sat at the back of the class,but aced all her exams. Damien discovered she was fun,but she was hidden in a wall she built around herself.







The Girl Who Wheeled

She hadn't heard from Damien,and it was slowly killing her. 


She didn't know one could get this attached. 


Amelia told her earlier that Damien might show up,but Mel wasn't too sure about that anymore because it was 11pm. 


She noticed a familiar figure open her unlocked window. 


Damien jumped in and just laid on the floor of her room. 


At first,she didn't recognize him because he looked disoriented. His shirt was barely buttoned,his hair was standing in different directions and his eyes were not the usual lively hazel ones she loved to look into. 


His eyes looked dull,and they had eye bags under them. 


He looked like he needed a lot of things...like a hug,some sleep,a warm and relaxing shower and a kiss. 


"I'm sorry I haven't checked on you in days" he said,not looking at her. His eyes staring at the floor. 


"Don't apologize for that," she said. "What's wrong?" 


He shook his head and continued his staring contest with the floor. 


Twenty Eight.