Author's notes
I don't own Lizzie Mcguire as I think most of you already figured. I always thought that Katie & Gordo would be interesting. If anyone hates Gordo, well maybe you should go to some other story.
"OWW!" I felt my self land hard as some one slammed into me, I looked up as I felt a hand grab mine & pull me up, I looked up to see Gordo. "Sorry bout that." he apologized, yet I could hear him mutter, "Not." under his breathe. That really sent off my infamous temper, "FREAK! Watch where you're going next time." I glared daggers at him, but couldn't help noticing things like how amazing & intense those gray blue eyes were, & how unique he was, how attrac—EK!! I'm not supposed to think this about a Freak! I noticed him giving me a weird look, officially proving I had totally spaced out. "Yeah, whatever." He brushed me off coolly & shoved my books into my hands. He turned as Claire glared at him coldly. He turned seeing her watching his every move & stored straight back, "Take a picture, it lasts longer." he smirked & looked directly at her not avoiding her wrath as most did, even Danny feared it. She stuttered, "Wha- I'll- wh" he merely rose an eyebrow & waltzed out. I could hear Claire huffing & ranting about respect but in a traitorous corner of my mind, but all I could think about were those amazing gray eyes.
"We should spread rumors all over the school about him, that would teach him." She declared. "You know." I suddenly interrupted her, "What would really hurt him?" she turned & looked at me curiously, "What?" "Taking the one thing that he cares about most." I smirked, this was perfect, "Being unique." Claire had that cold calculating look, as a cold smile played one her lips, "that's brilliant." she looked at me, "you're going to go out with him." "What!" I yelled, "No, you do it!" I whispered as people turned to look at us. She shook her head, "I'm getting the dirt." I knew she must not have enough at home about him. She had shown me a secret stash of dirt on everyone in the 8th grade & the cameras & the almost spy like tools she used. I had no choice; we couldn't let him get away with it. Maybe this would turn out for the better, after all, what could happen to us?
"Gordo!!" I called in my singsong voice. He turned around as I put an arm around his shoulder & showed him the tape while leading us into the empty janitor's room. "You know what this is Gordo?" I asked sweetly. "No, should I care." His voice was cold as he looked at the tape, dreading what was on it. "Oh, but you should, after all." I paused & looked at him with a sneer, "It could ruin that prefect little record of yours." He stared at her, I could almost hear the wheels turning in his head. "Show me the tape then." He said softly, his face paler then usual. I popped the tape into VCR, & his face appeared on tape. I was even shocked, Claire hadn't even told me what was on it. I thought it would be something like cheating on the tests or sabotaging someone else's project. Yet here he was, on tape, smoking. Black tee-shirt & baggy blue kakis with a hooded zip up sweater left open on top. Not even alone, with friends, they all wore dark colors like him, looking gothic, perhaps they were. The Gordo on tape leaned forward toward a girl & kissing her softly, she didn't look surprised, they were obviously going out. She smirked & ran her fingers though his hair & pulled him forward kissing him roughly her other arm on the back of his neck, as his hands slowly circled her waist. Gordo, the one watching, lugged at the tape. I pulled it out before he could reach it & yelled, "After school, tomorrow!" & ran.
Okay. So it hurt. He was smoking, he was killing himself here! Yet that didn't hurt me as much as something else did. The fact that Gordo was kissing that thing! I steeled myself & waiting for the end of last period. The bell finally rung & Claire caught my eye & nodded.
I saw Gordo making his way towards me & I smiled coolly, yet inside I felt a pang just for seeing him, & remembering what had happened. I couldn't help but wonder how serious he was about her. I knew he had to be serious, he had that look of adoring in his eyes when he looked at her. The girl, long brown hair streaked golden, & with large green eyes. Her mini tee & black bell-bottoms with that expensive black leather jacket, prefect figure, I hated her for it. I hated her for kissing Gordo, but what I really hated her for was the fact that she captured Gordo's heart, oh I could bash her a couple of times upside the head. I was snapped out of my thoughts when Gordo finally caught up.
"Gordo!" I smiled cheerfully but suddenly winced as Gordo grabbed my wrists to the point of pain and shoved me violently into Mrs. Livingston's empty classroom, I was surprised, no, scared! I had never seen him this angry, or more like murderous. He practically threw me on the ground & turn & slammed the door shut behind us. "What do you want?" his voice was dangerously icy, I could feel goose bumps from his cold look, but I wouldn't let it show, I was on top here & I won't lose my cool. "Touchy touchy." I paused & smirked, adding, "David." I knew he hated being called his real name, he never wanted to be with the crowd. "You're in over your head." I stared back into his eyes, hardening them against him. "Am I?" "You don't know what your messing with." he stated softy & calmly. "Your see David," I emphasized the David, "Actually I do." "What do you want?" he repeated, I could feel his intense blue gray eye cutting though me. "I want you to do whatever me & Claire tell you well basically be my slave until the end of school." I said before I could lose the nerve looking away to my nails, tapping my foot. "Huh?!" he stared at me in shock, "That's 6 months!!!"
"Awww is that too much?" I mocked a motherly voice & turned cold like Clarie taught me," Would you rather have your parents finding out about your little," I paused and reached over, reaching my hand into his shirt pocket & whipped out the small cigarette
box before he could stop me, "Addictions?" I finished.
"You wouldn't."
"I would & that little tape will help me."
"You bitch." he spat at my feet and stared back up at me.
I simply smiled, "I wouldn't do that if I were you. After all what would Lizzie & Miranda say if they found out along with you parents? What would they think of you?"
Gordo shook his head, pacing back & forth muttering in front of the window, "This can not be happening, this can not be happening."
"Oh but Gordo it is." I said coming over & putting my arms around his arms & rested my head on his shoulder, I could smell a hint of his cologne, his dark brown was so soft against my face. I watched Gordo's face glare outside and whispered, "but it is." before
I swirled around & left.
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God, how could I be so god damn stupid! How the hell did she find out!? Damn it!! I punched the wall & immediately regretted doing so, my knuckles were torn & bleeding as I grimaced in my pain & foolishness, but suddenly I didn't care, my whole life was silly puddy in Katie's hands. I punched the wall again, blood dripped as I left it in the wall. When I heard someone call in a small meek voice "Gordo?"
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"Looks like he's mad." I gulped as me & Miranda stopped at the door of the classroom, we had heard Katie leaving sneering with Claire, & had come in to look for Gordo & saw him slam his fist into the wall. I gasp as I realized blood was dripping; yet he slammed it into the wall again. "Gordo?' I managed. He swiveled around surprised, his eyes widened, he looked at us as if he were a dear caught in headlights, he almost looked kind of guilty. I rushed forward & grab his wrist.
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She grabbed my wrist & winced at the sight. My hand stung like hell, the knuckles were torn & bloody. "Um- I- I –don't- I mean…" I racked my brain for a good excuse & couldn't find any. I mean I'm supposed to be soooo smart but here I am tripping over my own words. Well what were you supposed to say to a person after you just did that?
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Okay, um would this be considered a cliff-hanger? Well, if it is, sorry, but PLEA~ASE REVIEW! I'm desperate for ideas!
