It was finally Friday. Lizzie had been in a great, playful mood this morning on their drive to school and Gordo was glad to see her in better spirits again. Miranda even had to tell them that they were making her sick. Maybe this stalker thing was not going to be a problem. So far all he had done was harass Lizzie everyday, which they could handle. It wasn't particularly fun for Lizzie to have the creep following her around and suggesting that they do things together, but at least it was mostly harmless. Gordo had been nervous of the things this kid was going to try, but so far so good. Gordo was standing at his locker getting his books together for his first class when Shane walked by and said, "Let the games begin." Gordo had no idea what it meant, but he was not looking forward to finding out either.

Gordo's first class was keyboarding. It was a stupid class, but the high school required that all the sophomores take it. Most of the kids in the class could already type better than the teacher, after all this was the generation of email and IM. The only good thing about the class was that it allowed Gordo to catch up on his email. The school had set up the computers so that the Internet was not accessible on them, but Gordo knew a few tricks and had managed to bypass the system. He opened his email account and saw that he had 5 new messages; two from Lizzie, one from Miranda, one from his Dad and one from an email address he did not recognize. The emails from his Dad and Miranda were silly forwards. The emails from Lizzie were short, but made him blush and he wasn't going to even open the one he didn't recognize the address on. Mr. Davis, the keyboarding teacher announced that he had to step out of the room for a minute and instructed everyone to practice the exercises in the first chapter of their books. Gordo decided he would open the email after all, it would probably be more interesting than exercises. Gordo double clicked the email and slowly it opened. It said:

Gordon,

Your girlfriend is great in the sack! It won't be long until she'll be mine.

Insincerely,

Shane Simon

"Is this a joke?" Gordo thought as he finished reading the message. He didn't understand what it could mean. He noticed that the email had an attachment, which might clear up the meaning of the cryptic message. When the attachment opened Gordo was horrified to see what it was. Quickly he shut it, as he didn't want anyone else in the class to see it. As rage boiled up inside of him he reminded himself that it might not be what it appeared. Allowing himself a moment to run with his first instincts he slammed his fist down on the keyboard, breaking it. "How could Lizzie sleep with that jerk?" he thought. "What happened to everything she told me about trust and loving me?" Just then Mr. Davis returned to the room.

"Mr. Gordon, what happened to your keyboard?" Mr. Davis asked.

Gordo looked down in surprise at the keyboard and blankly shrugged at the teacher. In a moment of inspiration he added, "I was so upset over the typing error I made, that I may have gotten carried away."

Mr. Davis nodded and said, "I can see how that might happen. Why don't you switch computers for the rest of the class period."

On his way back to his locker after keyboarding, Gordo passed Shane, who smirked at him. Gordo realized that Shane knew he would get the email during his first class and also, that he had to keep his cool until he could talk to Lizzie. Gordo couldn't concentrate all morning. He kept seeing the image of Shane and Lizzie together in his head. Even if the picture was not real, he couldn't figure out how Shane had set it up. He needed to talk to Lizzie.

Lizzie could tell when Gordo entered the lunchroom that something was wrong. Gordo motioned for her to come with him and she quickly got up and followed him down the hall. In the keyboarding room he had his email account opened.

"Hey! What's up?" she said cheerfully.

"Something, but I'm not quite sure what yet," Gordo said.

"Gordo, you're shaking, what is it?" Lizzie said.

"This," Gordo said as he clicked open the email. Lizzie quickly read the email and looked at Gordo in confusion.

"There's an attachment," he said. He opened it and Lizzie gasped in horror at what she saw.

Her eyes filled with tears and she shakily said, "I did not sleep with him."

"I believe you," Gordo said reassuringly, comforted by her reaction, "but we have to figure out how he did this."

Looking more closely at the picture Lizzie noticed two things, which she pointed out to Gordo. There was a date and time in the corner of the photo, which if correct, would mean that the photo was taken just a few hours after she'd arrived home on the first day of school. You could also see a very distinct scar on the back of the right leg, just below the knee, which unless Shane had the exact same scar, meant that it was actually Gordo having sex with Lizzie in the picture.

"So, now the real question is, where did he get this photo to manipulate?" Gordo asked.

Both thought for a moment and came up with the same conclusion, "Matt!"

"I don't see how it could have been anyone else," Lizzie said, "There's no way Shane could have gotten into the house to set anything up. Not with the security system my Dad has in place."

"Why don't we meet at my house after school and we can talk about what we are going to do," Gordo suggested. Lizzie agreed as she wiped her eyes.

"Maybe I can help you to achieve this expression again," Gordo said in reference to the picture.

Lizzie giggled and said, "It does really look like I'm enjoying myself."

After school Lizzie called her mom and told her that she was going to have dinner with Gordo at his house. Mr. and Mrs. Gordon were both out of town on business and Brad and Miranda were going to have dinner with her parents, so they had the house to themselves, again. As Gordo grilled chicken breasts and Lizzie mixed a salad, they discussed the problem at hand.

"Did you think I had actually slept with him, Gordo?" Lizzie asked quietly.

"No," Gordo replied firmly. "Well, when I first saw it, before I realized that it could be fake, I was really scared that you had and I was so crushed."

"You know I would never do that to you," Lizzie said.

"Deep down inside I know that, but sometimes my insecurities take over and I let them convince me otherwise," Gordo said. "Shane is a pretty rich guy, maybe you'd rather be with him."

"Let me explain something to you," Lizzie said, "I think I have known for a really long time that you and I were supposed to be together. You are my first love and that is not something that I'm just going to get over or change my mind about. I love you and don't you ever forget that, David Gordon. Besides, people have to earn my love and trust. Shane is doing everything to make me loath and fear him, there can't be love in that type of situation."

"I love you too," Gordo said, "Thank you for reassuring me."

The two ate dinner and discussed what they were going to do about Matt. At the end of dinner they still weren't sure, so they decided that they'd think about it some more and talk again later on the subject.

"I got movies!" Gordo said invitingly.

"Excellent," Lizzie said as they headed toward the den. They drew the blinds, shut the door and settled themselves on the couch to relax. It didn't take long for the movie to be forgotten. Lizzie could feel Gordo's excitement as his hand moved up her leg, under her skirt. When Gordo's excitement reached peak level and he could wait no longer he got up off the couch and took Lizzie's hand to lead her up to his room.

"Couldn't we do it in here?" Lizzie asked.

"You want to have sex on the couch in my den?" Gordo asked.

"Yeah," Lizzie said.

"Why?" Gordo asked, "There's so much more privacy in my room, besides we could get caught in here."

Lizzie blushed a little and said, "Well, when I used to imagine what it would be like if we ever did it, it always took place in this room. In my head we'd be watching a movie, then things would happen...." Lizzie trailed off and blushed hotly.

"Did you imagine this before or after we were dating?" Gordo asked, enjoying her admission.

"Both," she said blushing even brighter, "Now stop torturing me, are we going to do it here or not?"

"You still realize that we could get caught if we do it in here, right?" Gordo asked.

"That's part of what makes it more exciting," Lizzie said seductively.

"Naughty!" Gordo said as he pushed her back down on the couch to continue with what they'd started before.