A/N: My second Lizzie multi-chapter fic!! Yay!! Lol. This story is going to be a little hard to understand... so READ THIS AUTHORS NOTE!!!!!!!
This is going to be a flashback fic, for those who don't know what that is, I'll tell you. It's going to start at the END (actually, the previous time) and each chapter will go back a little bit farther, farther, farther, until a certain point. Then it will jump back to the previous time and there will be a few chapters until the end. Make sense?? So when you're reading this, remember-- everything in the previous chapters, hasn't happened yet. It's kind of a weird concept, but I've read one before and they're actually pretty interesting, so I'm giving it a shot.
Then, in this story, Lizzie's a cheerleader. I'm making her a cheerleader because I'm a cheerleader. Thing is, in this story, the cheerleaders aren't only the popular, preppy, snobs. It's a variety of EVERYONE. So, with that said, I need a little help. Do you guys know the mascot for Hillridge High?? If you don't, I'll make one up. I'm assuming the colors are red/white/blue, because of the middle school cheer uniforms, but if you know different, let me know.
Okay, here's the beginning of Back to the Beginning. Please review and let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is ALWAYS welcome.
Back to the Beginning
Chapter 1: A Not-So-Happy Ending
You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be
You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
And all the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...
It's nice to know you were there
Thanks for acting like you cared
And making me feel like I was the only one
It's nice to know we had it all
Thanks for watching as I fall
And letting me know we were done
- My Happy Ending, Avril Lavigne
"I hate you, David Gordon, I absolutely hate you," Lizzie cried out.
The thunder clapped unkindly, and the rain poured down violently. It drenched Lizzie's up-do, and soaked her red sparkly homecoming dress, but her mind wasn't on her hair, or her dress. It wasn't even on her make-up, which was currently smearing all over her face. Mascara was getting all over, both from rain and tears.
Gordo reached over to grab Lizzie's flaying arms, but Lizzie brutally yanked them out of his grasp. "Don't touch me," she hissed at him, vehemently. "Never touch me."
"Lizzie, please. Listen to me. Lizzie, listen, please."
"No, Gordo. There's nothing for me to listen to."
"Yes there is, please, let me explain. Please, please, please," he begged, pleadingly.
Lizzie shook her head furiously. "There's nothing to explain. How do you explain kissing another girl, Gordo? Huh? How do you explain that?" Lizzie questioned, folding her arms over her chest.
Gordo stayed silent for a few moments before shrugging. "I don't know Lizzie, I don't know," he told her quietly.
Lizzie rolled her eyes, after wiping them, and shook her head again. "See? You can't explain it. Just leave me alone," Lizzie said, turning to walk away. She was abruptly stopped by his voice, but she refused to turn around to face him.
"I don't know what happened, okay? The last thing I remember was handing Parker a glass of punch, because she wanted one, and the next thing I knew, she was on top of me. And then I heard you, and," he trailed off, not knowing what to say.
Lizzie stayed in her spot as tears cascaded down her cheeks. She turned around slightly to look at Gordo. "I'm sorry," she started, "I don't believe you. I thought you loved me, Gordo. I thought you wanted a relationship with me. But it was all pretend, wasn't it? All a bet, or a-a-a dare?"
"A bet? A dare? What? Lizzie, what are you talking about?"
Lizzie shook her head for the numerous time that night. "Don't play stupid with me Gordo, 'cuz I'm not going to fall for it anymore. Just leave me alone, okay? Stay out of my life."
"Lizzie-," Gordo started, but was cut off by Lizzie's voice.
"No, Gordo. I hate you, okay? I hate you. As far as I'm concerned, I never want to see you again," Lizzie finished, turning away again.
"Lizzie, please," Gordo tried, "Don't walk away from me, don't walk away from our relationship."
Lizzie bit her lip. "You taught me how," she told him, before walking away.
As she walked the rain continued to pour. Lizzie slowly pulled the promise ring off of her ring finger. Gordo had given her the ring just last week, he said that whenever she wore the ring, they'd be together, and that they'd always be together, as long as Lizzie wore the ring.
She hadn't taken it off yet. Lizzie ran her slender fingers around the ring, taking the look of it in. It was beautiful, silver with tiny diamonds in it. She continued to turn the ring around in her hands for a little while. The rain was making her hands wet, and indecently caused the ring to slip from in between her fingers.
Lizzie leaned down to scoop the ring back up, but it rolled away. She tried to run after it, but wasn't able to pick it up before it rolled into a drain. Lizzie watched in horror as the promise ring fell, the promise ring that reassured Lizzie that her and Gordo would always be okay, that everything would be okay.
Now, Lizzie wasn't so sure anymore.
Lizzie wiped the freshly escaped tears away, and stared into the mirror, she had made it into her bedroom without running into anyone, because no one else was home. "Look at you, McGuire, you're a mess," she told her reflection. She grabbed a wet washcloth and began to scrub harshly at her face, as if she was trying to take away the pain. She sniffed slightly as she continued to scrub her face. Her eyes were red, as was her flesh. The tears continued to fall harder, and Lizzie became frustrated, and threw the wet rag at the mirror.
Sobs erupted her throat and began to choke her. She viciously pulled a few pins out of her hair and whipped them into the mirror. "I hate you , I hate you, I hate you," she screamed at her reflection. Lizzie flung the bathroom door open and entered her bedroom. She picked up a picture of Gordo from her dresser and looked at it for a few quick seconds. "And I hate you, too," she whispered, quietly at first, and then her statement became louder.
"I hate you David Gordon, I completely and utterly hate you," she sneered at the picture. More tears began to flow, "But I'm still completely in love with you," she said, choking back a sob. She held the picture in one hand and violently threw it across the room. It hurled quickly, and then smashed into the wall. The glass flew throughout the room. Lizzie sunk to her knees, slowly pulling more pins out of her hair and flinging them in various places around the room.
Standing back up, she turned back to the dresser, where various pictures still rested. She picked another one of Gordo and her up and peered into it. "Why'd you do it? Huh, Gordo? Why? Why? Why? Why?" Sobs still came as she hugged the picture close to her chest, and bit her lip, sinking once again to her knees.
"Gordo. My Gordo. I hate you so much right now. So much."
Lizzie awoke the next morning with a horrible pain stabbing at her heart. The events of the night before came rushing into her mind as she sat up in bed.
She rubbed her temples to try to rid herself of the memory. Sighing, she stood up and rubbed her eyes. Lizzie lazily walked into her bathroom, being careful not to step on any broken shards of glass, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were slightly puffy, and she looked miserable. Which she was.
Shaking her head, she quickly stepped into the shower. Thirty minutes later she left the bathroom and headed downstairs. She was looking for anything, anywhere, that would keep her mind off of what had happened last night.
There was a short note from Lizzie's mom, telling her that her dad was called into work, her mom had went shopping, and Matt was out with friends.
Good, Lizzie thought, I have to whole house to sulk around in.
Just as she headed into the living room to turn on the TV, the doorbell ran. Before Lizzie could answer, she heard thunder crack, she hadn't even realized that it had still been storming. Lizzie slowly jogged to the door and opened it.
She gasped slightly as she was met standing face to face with Gordo.
A/N: This chapter is kind of short, the rest will probably be quite a bit longer, so they may take longer to get updated, but I'm not sure. Anyways, remember, the next chapter will be before all of this happened, and then when I go back as far as I'm going, it will come back to this scene. Please review.