Author's Note:
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My second fiction is based on the Lizzie McGuire show. In case you do not know, my old pen-name is Hilaryduff1fan. I've changed it, like I mentioned in "In Love with an Angel", so don't get confused. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Lizzie McGuire episodes. Just my chapters, and the characters I create along the way. Oh. And definitely not "So Yesterday" by Hilary Duff.
There. Enjoy…
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Sorry
Chapter 1
"Lizzie, wait up!"
Lizzie bit her lip and whirled around at the call of her name, still clutching her backpack tightly.
David Gordon jogged up slowly, a lazy grin breaking out onto his face. He tapped her on her shoulders. "I just wanted to say… thanks. Thanks. For everything." He smiled genuinely.
Lizzie glared at the non-retreating figure, his hand still clasped onto her shoulders. She literally had to look up. Skywards. Just to glower at David – the boy who shattered her dreams.
"Whatever," Lizzie managed weakly. "Just… Just leave me alone." She shrugged away his warm grasp and strode up the bus.
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In the bright atmosphere of the crowded bus, packed with high-schoolers, I brushed away a tear as I hung on tightly to the strap above me.
"How could he still make fun of me?" I thought angrily, scuffing my worn-out tennis shoes on the rough surface. "The guy is popular. The guy is cute. The guy is rich. So what? He's King of the World? Maybe not of mine; definitely not mi-"
The bus halted sharply, signaling the next stop had arrived.
I grabbed her soaring pile of books from falling, before squeezing through the throng of people, unwilling to make space.
"Sheesh. Almost missed my stop, thinking about him. Hmmph." I complained crossly, falling into step with my best friend Miranda.
"Hey Lizzie," Miranda replied. "Late bus there, hmm?"
Miranda was lucky. She has rich parents. She's Mexican. She's beautiful. She does not need to take the bus. She does not need to worry when her next meal is coming from. She does not –
Okay. I need to stop. Breathe in. Breathe out.
"So," Miranda's voice jolts me out of my thoughts. "What was with you and David there today, girl?" She glanced at me, concerned. "Did he try anything on you?" her voice hardens, and her tone sharpens.
She knows. She knows my past. With David, I guess.
Once, we were a couple. But that was a long time ago.
Oh. Crap.
Mom said not to think about this. If not, my… problem might act up again.
But I still need to answer Miranda…
"Nope. He didn't." I sighed heavily. "He just said... thanks. No biggie."
Miranda's eyes widened. She hurried me across the road where a van almost swept me off my feet - literally.
"Thanks? Or thanks thanks?" She looks into my eyes with her green ones, bubbling with excitement.
"Miranda," I sigh again. "It's over. It's over between us. O-V-E-R. Don't make it sound so… messed up."
"Look, whatever you did in fourth period English, was big enough that he would even make an effort to thank you, in face."
I have to give it to her. She gets everything right.
"I mean, you two are practically destined with each other. Why did you break up?"
Maybe except this one.
I groan, exhausted. "Do I have to actually tell you this again?"
Miranda throws back her hair impatiently, looking at her watch anxiously. "I've to go soon. Mom has this stupid charity lunch thing, and all the ladies of Hillridge are coming." She rolls her eyes.
"Oh come on! They're not that bad…" I somehow grin sheepishly. "Especially Mrs. Forster." I add, for good measure.
I love talking to Miranda. She always clears the clouds above me, come what may.
"Oh please. Remember the bike incident?"
I put on an astonished look, my mouth forming a big 'O'. "How could I forget the bicycle incident?"
Miranda huffs edgily, and glances at her watch in full view of me, a second time.
"Fine!" I relent. "I have told you time and time again, that David has maligned me, straight after our first date."
Miranda smirks at the part she knows coming. "And…? How did he do it?"
"He told the school that I kissed like dissecting a frog," I whisper through gritted teeth.
Miranda burst out laughing. "I've told you, time and time again, that that's a great thing! Nobody in school can kiss like dissecting a frog, let me tell you."
Somehow she manages a straight face while saying that.
I glared at her, annoyed. "Does this always have to end like that?" I whine irritably.
"All the time," she laughs as she walks up her patio and unlocks the door. "Not even Nancy Drew."
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Phew! 804 words. Pretty lengthy, for me…
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