Call Me Lizzie
by BeQwerTeep
Disclaimer: You know the drill. Chapter One.
Author's Note: This chapter came to me in about 20 minutes, and I liked it raw, so I just kept it as is, even though it's definitely NOT PG-13. Sooo....
WARNING: This chapter is rated R for intense language and violence. This should not be read by anyone who is uncomfortable with such content. This should NOT be read by children under 13.
Okay, so you've been forewarned. Venture with caution...
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Chapter 6: The Fight
"Come on, which key is it, which key is it?" Gordo muttered under his breath, fumbling with his key ring. "God, I know she gave it to me..."
He moved closer to the stair railing, holding the keys up to the light. He thumbed through all the keys, trying to find the one he was looking for. When he couldn't find it, he threw his keys down in frustration.
"Where did you put it, Gordo? Come on, think!" Gordo racked his brain, trying to remember what he had done with the key Liz had given him to her and Jesse's apartment.
Suddenly, he remembered he had put it in the kitchen on the key ring hook, but not actually ON the key ring.
"Dammit!" He kicked the stair railing, which rattled and vibrated, making quite a racket in the middle of the night.
All of a sudden, the door behind Gordo cracked open, and a voice Gordo despised floated out to him.
"Who's there?"
"I am." Gordo spoke, slowly, menacingly. "May I come in?"
"Hell, no. Get lost." Jesse said, not recognizing the person outside his door.
"Please may I come in?" Gordo's voice dripped with venom.
"Gordo?" The voice was surprised.
"Yeah, it's me."
"The hell you doing here?"
"We have to talk."
"Yeah, sure, come in." He opened the door to accomodate Gordo, who stormed in, knocking Jesse back a bit.
"Yo man, what's your problem?" Jesse looked a little discoordinated. He's probably stoned, Gordo thought. But Gordo didn't smell pot, and he didn't think Jesse had the courage to try anything harder. Well, his inner voice said, she always did go for the brainless lookers.
"My problem, Jesse, is you." Gordo started once they were inside with the door shut.
"What'd I do?" Jesse inquired, a bit confused.
"You know what you did. How could you?" Gordo was quiet, holding back his anger as long as he could.
"How could I WHAT? Spit it out." Jesse demanded.
"You FUCKING asshole. You know perfectly well what you did!" Gordo, no longer able to hold it back, began to feel the fury take over him.
"Dude, are you talking about Liz? She brought it on herself. The bitch just got what she deserved." He was nonchalant about the whole thing, almost chummy.
Gordo was furious. He ran at Jesse, shoving him back against the wall. "Don't you ever call her that again! Don't you ever. You self-righteous bastard."
He released Jesse from the wall, still seething.
"Back off Gordo. Don't make me angry."
"Why not? Are you going beat me, too? Break my bones, stab me to death? You fucking pussy. You wouldn't do it to someone your own size. You have to pick on innocent, defenseless people. Well, guess what? I'm not about to back down from a coward like you!" He taunted Jesse, almost begging him to start something.
"You asked for it man." Jesse stepped forward, swinging his right arm as he moved, but Gordo dodged it easily.
Gordo stopped Jesse's other arm with his shoulder, executing a quick left hook into his stomach. Jesse doubled over, winded. He backed up against the wall for support. He held his hand out, palm vertical, signalling mercy.
"You're--" He paused, catching his breath. "You're just jealous."
Gordo's look of surprise indicated that he hadn't thought Jesse would play that card. But Gordo would win this round, he had a better hand.
"Jealous?" He asked, incredulous. "Jealous that I'm not like you, too much of a coward to face my insecurities? Jealous that I don't abuse women? Jealous that I'm not a stoner who has nowhere to go in life and nothing planned? Which one, take your pick."
"Nah, man. Jealous that you haven't fucked her, and I have."
Gordo couldn't take it anymore. He reached down, picking the winded figure off the floor with a burst of strength he didn't know he had, and threw him against the wall, causing plaster to rain down on them. Jesse crumpled to the floor in a heap.
"How could you do it to her? How could you FUCKING do it to her? She is an innocent girl who would never hurt anybody! You bastard, you SICK BASTARD!!" Gordo punctuated his words with kicks to the body on the floor, breaking bones, bruising tender flesh. "Do you feel that! Do you know how it feels now? I hope you do. I hope you know how badly it damages you when someone you know, someone you TRUST hurts you. When they're beating you, and you're helpless to stop it! This is for Lizzie, this is for her. Now don't you EVER touch her again, because I promise, I swear to God, I swear to Him in Heaven above that I will kill you."
He stoppped for a moment. He kneeled down, brushing the hair out of Jesse's face, almost tenderly. Gordo looked straight into the glistening eyes of the face below him.
"If you ever touch her again, I will kill you Jesse." Gordo said the words calmly, but with more anger and hatred then had ever possessed him before. Because that's how he felt. He felt possessed. But Jesse deserved it.
Gordo stood, still cradling Jesse's head in his hands. Then he droppped his head to the floor, where it connected with a sickening crack, sending Jesse into unconsciousness.
He exited the building, leaving the scene of the crime. He got to the stairs, realized his keys were still on the ground, then raced back to grab them. He glanced at Jesse's door, wondering if maybe he had gone too far. But he deserved it. He'll wake up. Gordo convinced himself it was okay.
Once he made it to his car, his anger high had worn off. He felt tired, sick at his actions, and scared that someone might call the police.
"Gordo, you're so stupid."
He had let Jesse get to him. Gordo had held the stronger hand, but Jesse held the trump. Gordo laid all his cards on the table, and in one fell swoop, Jesse topped them all.
Jesse had reached a nerve in Gordo that was his most tender spot; his Achille's heel, so to speak. Somehow Jesse had known of Gordo's love for Liz, or had taken a shot in the dark, but either way he was right. Gordo WAS jealous. Gordo had lost his one chance years ago, and bitterly regretted it ever since then.
And now, he had screwed up everything else. This would get around campus, no doubt, and he would lose everything. He had already lost his best friend and her respect, and now he would lose his internship and the respect of his teachers, peers, and pals. Oh yes, he had screwed up royally.
Gordo sat in his car, in the dark, defeated and utterly alone.
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Okay, I admit it- I LOVE Gordo angst. And this is major Gordo angst. I hope it wasn't too bad. Anyway, sorry about the card references, but I liked em. Oh, and the internship? Let's just say he was working for some film production company, think of anyone you want. I'll post the next chapter when I can.
p.s. PLEASE REVIEW THIS CHAPTER!!! please please please. Should I just stop with the fight scenes, or am I okay at it? I really want to know!!! Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it.