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Summary: it's the gang's sophomore year of high school, but when Lizzie finds out what Gordo did, she completely changes.
This is just a prologue. Forgive me, I'm fond of prologues.
***Reap What You Sow***
Gordo would never lie to me.
That's what everyone says. That's what I believed.
Gordo would never lead me astray.
****
Until he did, of course. I blinked hard, thinking that maybe there was something in my eye, that I wasn't seeing what I was seeing.
But I was. Gordo was in the Digital Bean, in public, kissing Miranda.
Gordo, my boyfriend, kissing Miranda, my best friend, in the Digital Bean, my favorite hang out.
I gasped for air. I must've looked like fish out of water, or something equally if not more pathetic and sorry, because the manager rushed over and said loudly, "Hey, are you okay? Are you choking?"
People looked over now. *They* looked over. They recognized me in a second, and looked confused, concerned, embarrassed, guilty, all at once.
I shook my head. "I can't believe you," I said, very softly, and even though I was halfway across the room, I knew they knew what I said.
I walked out.
Summary: it's the gang's sophomore year of high school, but when Lizzie finds out what Gordo did, she completely changes.
This is just a prologue. Forgive me, I'm fond of prologues.
***Reap What You Sow***
Gordo would never lie to me.
That's what everyone says. That's what I believed.
Gordo would never lead me astray.
****
Until he did, of course. I blinked hard, thinking that maybe there was something in my eye, that I wasn't seeing what I was seeing.
But I was. Gordo was in the Digital Bean, in public, kissing Miranda.
Gordo, my boyfriend, kissing Miranda, my best friend, in the Digital Bean, my favorite hang out.
I gasped for air. I must've looked like fish out of water, or something equally if not more pathetic and sorry, because the manager rushed over and said loudly, "Hey, are you okay? Are you choking?"
People looked over now. *They* looked over. They recognized me in a second, and looked confused, concerned, embarrassed, guilty, all at once.
I shook my head. "I can't believe you," I said, very softly, and even though I was halfway across the room, I knew they knew what I said.
I walked out.