Summary: Kate Sanders discovers a secret about Gordo and
decides to use it to her advantage.
Thirteen year old Kate Sanders held her head up high in her all
too superior manner as she made her way down the school hallway.
She regarded her inferior classmates, smirking as much as she
could at all the pathetic little creatures.
She glanced at her equally superior friend, Claire Miller, giving
her an amused grin. Both Claire and Kate enjoyed the looks on
their peers' faces as they walked by. Knowing the looks of
jealousy, admiration, pride, and adoration gave the two young
ladies this exquisite power thrill.
Kate walked equally slow as they approached the lockers of her
archenemies, and ex-best friends, Miranda Sanchez and Lizzie
McGuire. Today, Kate had an extra tight and extra stylish
designer top on, practically screaming out to the world just how
"grown up" she was. The young blond especially enjoyed
the look of jealous contempt on their faces every time they would
cross paths.
Her eyes scanned the proximity, resisting the urge to raise in
eyebrow in question. Where was David Gordon? At the sudden
thought of David (mostly known as Gordo), Kate felt a rush of
sadness. Before all the rivalry and jealousy between the three
girls; Kate, Miranda, Lizzie, and Gordo used to be the best of
friends. They practically grew up together, and did everything as
one. Kate had to admit, the only good thing out of their
friendship was well, Gordo. One of the reasons why Kate
disbanded from the little group was because of him. Because of
his close relationship with
"Lizzie,"
Lizzie McGuire glanced at her friend, gladly removing her eyes
off of Kate Sanders and onto more friendlier and kinder ground.
"Yeah, Miranda?"
Miranda rolled her eyes as Kate and Claire Miller slowly passed
by. She then feigned retching, and adding, "Can I just say
that I can't stand that she-devil?"
"Feeling's all too mutual, sister." Lizzie held up
her palm, as Miranda returned the high-five.
As soon as Kate was out of sight, Lizzie glanced around the
school hall. A bit curious, "Is Gordo still talking to Mr.
Coppersmith about his English essay?"
Miranda shrugged, "I guess so." Suddenly, the young
raven hair girl slyly smiled at Lizzie. "Why? Do you miss
your future-husband already?"
Lizzie's jaw dropped at Miranda's insinuation. She then
scowled at her best friend, "Oh, very funny, Sanchez.
You're not going to keep quiet about that stupid quiz
results are you?"
This past Saturday, Miranda had given Lizzie a little quiz she
had found in a teenybopper magazine. The quiz was to determine
how one sees her closest guy pal as. The results would determine
seeing the guy friend as either best friend material, big/little
brother material, or true love-soul mates material. Of course,
Miranda had taken the quiz herself and found that she viewed
Gordo as more like the dream brother material. Lizzie on the
other hand
"It was a fluke, Miranda. Gordo and I are just—"
"Meant to be. Written in the sky as star-crossed
lovers!" Miranda teased, her eyes sparkling mischievously.
Getting all defensive, "I wasn't really paying
attention to the questions! Oh, wait a minute! I must have been
thinking about Matt Damon when you gave me the quiz. Yeah!
That's it!"
Obviously not falling for that excuse, Miranda nodded her head,
"Uh-huh." Sarcasm dripping from her lips, "Yeah,
I'm so sure that you were just thinking about Matt
Damon."
Lizzie's eyes glared dangerously at Miranda. "I was so
thinking about Gor—"
Miranda's eyes widened at what she almost heard Lizzie spill
out. Lizzie also followed suite, realization dawning on her at
what she almost said.
She began to fluster, attempting to cover up her Freudian slip,
"I mean, Matt! Matt Damon! I-I-I'm crazy about Mr. Good
Will Hunting! I wasn't going to say Gordo! I meant Matt
Damon. Matt Mr. Matthew and Mrs. Elizabeth McGuire
Damon."
Miranda tried to smoother her giggles the word being
"tried." She patted her friend's shoulder,
assuring her to calm down. "It's it's
alright, Liz." Finally, her laughter broke through, unable
to contain itself. Despite knowing that it was wrong to laugh at
her friend
"You're laughing at me." Lizzie pouted, feeling
her self-esteem slip.
"I'm not laughing at you" Miranda assured
her. She then smirked, "More like I'm laughing near
you." The young woman burst into giggles again, knowing that
she took that line from the Matt Damon movie.
Lizzie immediately recognized that line, and folded her arms in a
huff. Unfortunately, seeing her friend's amused, laughing
face, Lizzie was unable to stay mad, nor hide her own amusement,
for long. Before both girls knew it, they were falling into a fit
of giggles.
"Wonder what they're laughing at?" Claire asked,
indicating to the infectious giggling of young Lizzie and
Miranda.
Rolling her eyes, "Who cares? Probably something trivial and
stupid non the less." Kate fished for something in her
locker. She only took one small glance at her ex-friends, then
returned back to the task at hand.
"What're you looking for, Kate?"
Kate's eyes suddenly glowed with triumph as she pulled out
what she was searching for. She revealed a black video cassette,
waving it in front of Claire. Smirking proudly, "This."
"And that is?"
"My cousin sent this over from her high school. According to
her, it's full of hot high school men just waiting for a
call from yours truly. My cousin told them all about me, and they
sent me this cassette tape."
Claire's eyes widened, a grin on her face.
"Really?"
Nodding, "Uh-huh. At first, she was just goofing off with
her camera, but then she told them about me and, well"
Both girls began to squeal with excitement. Claire looked at her
friend with total awe and admiration. She then glanced at the
tape, "So, I'm assuming that you brought it to school
because you wanted to show it to me?"
"Well, duh!"
Claire snatched Kate's arm, practically pulling her to find
the nearest VCR. "Well, c'mon then!"
"I'm a total moron!" Young David "Gordo"
Gordon began grumbling to himself. He held his camera in one
hand, and a black cassette tape in another.
Looking at the tape with total disbelief, "What was I
thinking? I should have left you at home, and grabbed
that blank tape I left on my desk in my room!"
Gordo groaned, mentally slapping himself. After his talk with Mr.
Coppersmith, Gordo checked his camera to do his usual check-up on
how far he had gotten in his tapings. At immediate sight of
himself, Gordo snapped the camera off.
Yesterday, while the girls were off gossiping down at the mall,
Gordo was at home. He had decided to do something that he has
always wanted to do for a long time tape his most sacred
confession. He had heard that writing one's problems heart
out was cleansing the soul so why not go digital?
Still mumbling, and practically scolding himself and the infamous
tape, "I can't believe I forgot to change tapes! If
Lizzie ever found out about this tape—"
Poor Gordo was so lost in his own disbelief, that he failed to
manage to look where he was going as he turned the corner of the
hallway.
"Hey!" Both Kate and Claire exclaimed, as they teetered
off to the side by force of impact.
Also dazed himself by the run-in, "Hey yourself!" Gordo
glared at the two girls.
All three pre-teens had dropped their stuff, immediately dropping
to their knees and picking it up.
Kate glanced up at Gordo for a short moment while she was
gathering her stuff. As she reached for her tape, her eyes
briefly softened at the sight of him. An old feeling washed over
her, causing Kate to momentarily consider apologizing. She opened
her mouth, about to apologize when Gordo noticed her staring at
him.
A bit thrown off by her stare, "What?" He reached for
the tape, not noticing that Kate had picked up an almost
identical cassette.
Kate blinked, startled by the harsh edge in his voice. A scowl
found its way to her face, much to her inner dismay. "Next
time," She stood up, her voice becoming icy cold,
"Watch where you're going, dork!"
Gordo shook his head, stood up and began to make his way away
from Kate and Claire.
Kate managed to hear him mumble a profanity or two about her as
he was walking away. This not only angered her, but to her shock,
hurt her in a way that she couldn't explain.
"What a dweeb." She heard Claire say as both girls
watched him leave.
Kate forced a facade, flinging her long hair back. Rolling her
eyes, "Whatever." She clutched the tape in her hand,
"Let's just go and watch this tape. After the run-in
with that poor excuse for a guy, I'm ready to see
some real men."
The school day was over, and Kate was just so glad to be home.
She glanced around the house, noticing that she was the only one
present. Scanning the proximity, she spied a note on the counter.
Kate made her way to the kitchen counter, picking up the note,
reading and then tossing it aside. Yet again she was left home
alone to fend for herself while her loved ones were out working.
Claire had to leave for home because she had a doctor's
appointment. It was totally unexpected, seeing as her doctor had
a cancellation and he moved Claire up for that day. So, Claire,
much to her dismay, had to make a rain check for watching the
video.
"Oh, well" Kate sighed, not caring whether or not
Claire was there to watch it with her. Any which way, she was
going to watch this video.
As Kate sat herself down on the couch in front of the television,
a sudden image of Gordo flashed before her. His sweet, gentle,
boyish face shimmered into her mind. Kate groaned, trying to
shake the image away.
"This is so not happening to me!" Kate cried, pounding
the couch pillows furiously. "Gordo is Gordo!"
She glanced at the tape, snatching it up and practically punching
it into the VCR. Kate grabbed the remote, and quickly turned
everything on. Kate needed to get her twisted mind off of
Gordo and onto some real men.
