I am extremley sorry to upset everyone by putting ringing instead of calling *rolls eyes* I'm not American, so excuse me if I forget to realise you say some things differently than us, but I'm sure you can all live with it. Anyway, enjoy this chapter!!!
"So, when do we get to meet this Tom guy?" Lizzie asked, taking a bite out of her sandwich the next day at school.
Miranda shrugged. "No offence guys but I'm not ready to let you meet him just yet."
Lizzie and Gordo looked at each other for a minute.
"So I guess I'll CALL you tonight Miranda?" Lizzie asked, changing the subject.
"What?" Miranda asked, looking up dreamily.
"Forget it." Lizzie rolled her eyes, standing up and walking out of the cafeteria.
Gordo caught up with her in the corridor. "Lizzie, I'm not trying to offend you in anyway possible here but don't you think you're taking things a little too far. So what, Miranda has a boyfriend; it shouldn't change anything between our friendship . . . you're not jealous are you?"
Lizzie stopped walking and turned to face Gordo. "No! Of course I'm not jealous." She snapped.
"Hey Lizzie it's me, Miranda. I've got to be quick because Tom is supposed to be CALLING me anytime now but guess what?!" Miranda exclaimed.
"What, Tom's proposed to you?" Lizzie mumbled sarcastically.
Miranda ignored her and carried on. "No, I wish! But he's got me and him tickets for Explosion!"
"Explosion? Isn't that the new night club round here? I thought it was for people who are sixteen and over." Lizzie reminded her.
"I know, some high-heels and make up will do the trick. We're going tomorrow night. I'm so excited!" Miranda screamed down the phone.
"Miranda, have you told your mom about this?" Lizzie asked.
"Nope." Miranda giggled.
"Well, don't you think you should?" Lizzie asked.
"Oh lighten up a bit Lizzie! It's only a bit of fun for one night." Miranda told her.
"You're seeing a lot of this Tom lately. Can I meet him?" Lizzie asked.
"I suppose so; he's walking me to school tomorrow anyway so you and Gordo will have to walk by yourselves." Miranda told her.
Lizzie sighed. "Okay, I guess that's okay if you want to spend more time with lover boy."
She hung up and flopped onto her bed. No sooner had she closed her eyes when there was a knock on her bedroom door and her mom came in.
"You okay honey?" Her mom asked.
Lizzie nodded, chewing on her lip. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" She asked suspiciously.
"It's just that Miranda and Gordo usually come round after school. Have you fallen out with them or something?"
Lizzie shook her head. "No, it's just that Miranda's got this new boyfriend who she really likes and spends loads of time with. I know I should be happy for her that she's finally got a boyfriend but I'm worried about her, especially since this guy is eighteen and she's seeing way too much of him."
"Well, when I was younger I had a boyfriend who was older than me. He was really sweet but my parents forbid me to see him because he was a little older. Then they found out how nice he was and everything was perfect again. The point is, you haven't given this guy much of a chance yet. You can't judge him if you haven't even met him. You're just a little jealous that's all." Lizzie's mom said.
Lizzie smiled. "Yeah I guess I'm acting pretty stupid. Well, thanks mom that talk really helped. I won't give Tom such a hard time tomorrow." She promised.
"Is that him?" Gordo asked, pointing to a guy talking to Miranda.
Lizzie shielded her eyes from the sun and squinted. "Woah, he's tall. Shall we take a closer look?"
They grabbed their bags and walked over to them. "Hey Miranda."
"Lizzie! Gordo! Hey!" Miranda grinned proudly and clung to Tom's arm. "I'd like you to meet Tom, my new boyfriend."
Tom half smiled at Lizzie and Gordo and then ignored them. "So Miranda, you can meet my friends tonight at Explosion." He said.
"I can't wait!" Miranda squealed. "Dammit! I haven't got anything to wear!"
"Chill out babe, I'll take you shopping." Tom said, lighting a cigarette.
"You will? When?" Miranda asked.
"Erm . . . like, now?" He suggested.
"Erm . . . like, she has school." Lizzie butted in.
"Who asked you to speak Barbie?" Tom sneered.
"She's right Tom, I have got school." Miranda explained.
"So, would you rather waste your life solving boring math problems or come shopping with your boyfriend to find clothes to wear for the hot new club you're going to tonight?" Tom asked.
"Shopping it is then." Miranda shrugged, climbing into Tom's dirty car.
"Miranda!" Lizzie called as Tom drove off with Miranda in the passenger seat.