AN: This story takes place after my story "And then there was Miranda"...so you probably want to check that story out before you read this one...A LOT takes place in that story!! Just go ahead and click my username and it's in there! :) Happy reading!
So much for my happy ending
Chapter One - Happy Birthday Lizzie
Lizzie ran towards school, looking at her watch as her black boots thud against the wet cement.
"I have to make it! I have to make it!" Lizzie whispered to herself.
Her algebra teacher, Mrs.Hunt had informed her that if she was late to class one more time, her grade would slip from a D minus to an F. Lizzie checked her watch again and noticed she had exactly 20 seconds to make it down the hallway. She ran as fast as she could, feeling the chains hanging out her pocket gently hit against her leg. Her long black hair flew behind her as she slid into class just as the bell rang.
"Nice of you to join us Miss McGuire." Mrs.Hunt said as she turned to the chalk board
"Yeah well, as much as I'd enjoy spending a third year in your class, I think I want to move on next year…" Lizzie grumbled.
Lizzie sat down and immediately drifted into a daydream of her imaginary wedding to Pete Wentz. Ever since she had started high school, she found it difficult to pay attention. She had become lazy and depressed due to the fact that she hadn't had any friends for the majority of her freshman year. Lizzie had pretty much lost everyone at the party she had the summer before high school had started. Miranda and Gordo had stopped speaking to her because she had been a jerk to them both when she suddenly became a local celebrity because of her performance with Isabella in Italy. They probably would have taken her back if she had just apologized…however, she just couldn't get herself to do it.
Lizzie stared out the classroom window and noticed the baseball team practicing. She saw number 11 hit the ball and watched the ball fly all the way across the field. She heard a distant "Woohoo! Great job Gordon!" from the coach. Surprisingly, Gordo had decided to try out for the baseball team last year. He was the only freshman to make it onto the varsity team. Now, as a sophomore he was the team captain. Such success had brought him popularity but even so, he was extremely kind to everyone no matter what their social status was. His newfound popularity hadn't changed him at all.
Lizzie continued to daydream and was startled out of her trance when the bell rang. She shot out of class and tripped over someone's outstretched foot. She grimaced with pain as she fell onto her knees.
"Watch where you're going freak!" Kate sneered, towering over Lizzie.
"Maybe if your feet weren't so big I wouldn't have tripped over them…" Lizzie snapped as she brushed off her black cargo pants and stood up.
"Whatever, Lizzie. Just so you know, I'm having a party on Saturday… If you hear about it, just keep in mind that you aren't invited…well, that is unless you want to provide some exotic entertainment. I'm sure everyone would enjoy a goth stripper! Oh wait…NOT!"
"Kate, that might have offended me in middle school…but we're in high school now. GROW UP!" Lizzie retorted.
"Whatever loser." Kate laughed as she walked away.
Lizzie was used to Kate's immature comments. It didn't even bother her anymore. She knew that at the end of the day she was a better person than Kate and that's all that mattered. Lizzie opened her locker and noticed an unfamiliar pink envelope sitting on top of her books. She opened it, half expecting it to be something insulting from Kate. She gasped as she realized what she had in her hands. It was two tickets to the Black Tide concert.
"OH MY GOD!" Lizzie screamed.
"Oh my god what?" A girl with long dark brown hair with pink streaks all through it asked.
"Tiffany?! Did you get me these tickets? If so, you are AMAZING!" Lizzie squealed.
"Umm…no, but I DID get you a present! I'll give it to you at lunch…Happy Birthday by the way!" Tiffany said while giving Lizzie a hug.
"Thanks…hmm…I wonder where they came from?" Lizzie pondered as they walked to English together.
"Hey Lizzie!" A male voice called.
For a second Lizzie hoped that it was Gordo. Turns out , it was none other than Larry Tudgeman. He had changed a lot since middle school. Lizzie had always thought that he was fairly attractive, although she would have never admitted that to anyone, but something about him had changed. He had gained self confidence…and a new shirt. He had also made the football team although he wasn't very good. Even so, it was enough for him to start over and get into the "popular" crowd. Ever since then, he had turned into a huge jerk. He had forgotten about science and World of Warcraft. All he cared about was girls, football, and partying.
"What do you want Tudgeman?" Lizzie asked, annoyed.
"I just wanted to let you know…that I wouldn't mind a goth stripper. You can meet me in the janitors closet in 5 minutes. You're invited too Tiffany." Larry said, winking.
"Bite me Tudgeman." Tiffany shot back.
"Oh, I'd love too." Larry teased.
"Grow up Larry!" Lizzie said, rolling her eyes as she and Tiffany made their way down the hall.
Three more periods had passed and it was now lunchtime. Lizzie sat at a table by herself in the back of the cafeteria while she waited for Tiffany to meet her. Lizzie had met Tiffany in English class at the beginning of sophomore year and ever since, they had become great friends. Tiffany had introduced Lizzie to all of her friends and she had even invited her to be in the band she belonged to. Lizzie was glad to have friends again, but she still felt like something was missing.
Lizzie stared across the cafeteria and her eyes landed on Miranda and Gordo's table. She watched as Miranda playfully threw popcorn at Gordo. Miranda had been home schooled all of freshman year because of her pregnancy but she came back at the start of tenth grade. She was Gordo's best friend so no one dared make fun of her or criticize her for having a child. There was a rumor going around that Gordo was the baby's father but something in Lizzie's gut told her that that wasn't the case.
Gordo looked up for a second and Lizzie could have sworn that they had made eye contact but if they had, their contact was broken as Tiffany ran up to Lizzie with the rest of their band.
"Happy sweet sixteen Lizzie!" They all yelled as they placed gifts and a cake on the lunch table.
"Aww! You didn't have to you guys!" Lizzie yelped happily.
"Yes we did! That's what friends are for!" The guitarist of their band, Craig said, giving Lizzie a hug.
Lizzie was happy but she couldn't help looking back at Miranda and Gordo's table and wondering if they remembered that it was her birthday. Years and years of birthday celebrations can't be erased from someone's memory after one fight…right?
