A/N: yes, I know, I have about a billion stories started and not finished, but I got a plot idea and what can I say? When I get an idea, I write it. Right away. I don't wait till I finish my current story to start another one, hence the 30 million unfinished stories in my clotheslet. But oh, well. Have fun, and I promise to finish this one! =)
LIZZIE
Miranda shook her head. "I totally flunked the history quiz today. There's no possible way I even got a C."
"You did fine," I assured her as we walked down the hallway to Gordo's locker with him. "Really. I'm just worried about my grade."
"Do you guys ever notice that whenever you assume you got an F you usually get a B?" Gordo asked as he turned the combination lock.
"That's only for you," Miranda replied.
"No, I never assume I got an F."
"That's because you've never gotten one," I put in.
"And hopefully never will. What's your point?"
The locker popped open and a folded piece of lined paper that had been leaning against the stable door floated gently to the ground.
"What's that?" Miranda asked.
Gordo bent down to pick it up. "Probably my notes from…" His voice trailed off as he read it.
"What is it?" I asked, leaning over his shoulder. It said:
Dear David,
I've had my eye on you for a long time. I've had a crush on you for a while, but recently it's getting progressively worse. I can't sleep at night. You're all that I think about. I don't think I'll ever be able to get over you, yet I can't seem to bring myself to tell you. Every time I even see your picture I melt. My head hurts and I get butterflies in my stomach just thinking about you. I think I'm in love with you.
Yours truly,
Your secret admirer
"Omigosh!" Miranda said. "You have a secret admirer! That's so cute!"
Gordo shoved the paper back into his locker. "My life would be so much simpler if my friends didn't read over my shoulder," he mumbled.
"Gordo!" I said. "You have to find her!"
"Why?"
"So you can ask her out!"
He shook his head and pulled his backpack out of his locker. He started putting his books into it. "No thanks. I think I'll just leave her be."
"But why?"
He sighed. "I don't want a girlfriend. I don't want to join the thousands of mindless teenagers who only think about whether or not their breath is minty-freash for their next kiss. No thanks. I'd rather hang out with friends."
"C'mon!" Miranda begged. "It'll be fun."
I let out a small, short squeal. I couldn't help it. I was so excited! It was almost as if I had a secret admirer. This was so cute. "I can't believe there's a girl that has a crush on Gordo!"
He turned to me, his face a strange mix of surprise, annoyance, and amusement. "What are you trying to say?"
"Nothing!" I said quickly. "It's just way cute."
"Yeah, sure." He slung his backpack over his shoulder and shut the locker.
"We have to get her name, at least," Miranda said. "And then we can find her school picture."
"Here we go…" Gordo mumbled.
"She needs to be pretty," I said instantly. "If she isn't, we can give her a makeover before the big date."
"Date?" Gordo demanded. Miranda and I ignored him.
"Eek! That'll be so much fun… just us girls! And maybe we can go to the mall and get her a cool outfit, too. And shoes!"
"And a pretty necklace and bracelet… and even-"
Gordo held up his hand to silence me. "Just kill me now. Please."