I disclaim. This was originally a screenplay I wrote and then attempted to transform into a Lizzie fanfic. Be gentle with reviews plz!

Jo McGuire banged on Lizzie's bedroom door.



"Lizzie! Up! Now!"

"Yeah, yeah," Lizzie mumbled in response. She dragged herself out of bed and got dressed. She shuffled down the hall and into the kitchen.

"Good morning, sweetie. Do you need a ride to school?"

"Uh, no. Gordo's giving me a ride. (A/N they're juniors in high school)" At this a car honk resounded. "Oh, that's him. Now, I'm going to be working after school so I won't get home until five."

"Ok sweetie."

Lizzie walked outside to see Gordo's banged up Chevy Nova in the driveway. She climbed into the passenger side and off they went to school.

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They pulled up in front of the school and got out of the car. They saunter up to the school arm in arm.

"So, you going to junior prom?" Lizzie asked.

"Uh, yeah," Gordo replied uneasily.

"Did you ask someone?"

"Not yet."

"Got someone in mind?"

Gordo hesitated before saying, "Kind of. What about you? Someone ask?"

"Are you kidding? No. I'll have to ask. Which is so sad."

They were now walking through a tunnel that led to the quad. The tunnel was outside and open and led to the quad, which had waist high walls with landscaping byond that. (A/N I hope that's clear. If not let me know and I'll try to rewrite it.)

"Naw, it's not. It's more..." He was suddenly cut off by Ethan putting one of his feet on the wall across the way, blocking Gordo's path. "Where ya headed Gordo?" he sneered.

Gordo kept walking, knocking down his foot. But when Lizzie tried to imitate the same move, Ethan jumped up and pinned her up against the tunnel wall, her arms above her head. "Go to the prom with me. I love you," Ethan sneered into her ear and tried to kiss her neck. But before he could Gordo pulled him off her and said, voice full of hate, "Touch her again and you'll die. Do you understand me?"

"Was that a threat?"

In reply Gordo shoved Ethan which lead to a fistfight. Lizzie stood back helplessly yelling for them to stop.

A teachercomes up and grabs Ethan. "Is there a problem Mr. Craft?"

"No, sir," he sneered.

The teacher replied angrily, "For the record, this is a warning. Now get to class. Both of you."

Ethan shoved past Gordo who then turned to Lizzie and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yes. Are you bleeding?"

"Just a little. It's nothing big."

"You sure?"

"Yeah," he said trying to smiling what he hoped looked reassuring. He stuck his elbow out, which Lizzie accepted happily.

"So, anyway..." he continued.

There's my first chapter. I appreciate any feedback. Constructive Crtitcism is okay. But it has to be CONSRTUCTIVE. No flamers. Much love, BROEmEaNtToBe