DISCLAIMER:

DISCLAIMER: I do not in any way at all own these characters mentioned in the story. I just wrote this little fanfic because 1) I like Gordo and Lizzie together, and 2) I was bored and I wanted to see if I can satisfy my imagination. As I said, I don't own any of them not even the cutie that is Adam's character.

Summary: Kate Sanders discovers a secret about Gordo and decides to use it to her advantage.


GORDO'S SECRET KATE'S BLACKMAIL

by: Sweetwater Gal

PART ONE: THE SECRETS OF GORDO, KATE, AND LIZZIE

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

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"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.

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"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!"

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"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.

CRASH!!!

"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."

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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.

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