Remember Me
Chapter Six: Story Of A Girl
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"Eeeee!" Lizzie squealed, Gordo covered his ears, and Miranda perked up as Lizzie came to a halt in front of her two best friends before fifth period started. Quizzically Gordo stared at her and shook his head. Some things never change, he thought.
"What's up with you?" Miranda asked, eager to find out the latest on her friends excitement.
"You will never guess what!" Lizzie exclaimed sitting down by her.
"Tell me!" Miranda was impatient, obviously this was good.
"Well, Danny Kessler heard that Ethan was going to ask me to the dance and told some guys on the football team that he was going to do it first. Now half the football team wants a date with me!" Both Gordo and Miranda stared at their friend in disbelief. A minute ago Lizzie was sounding more and more like her old self. Who was she and what did she do to Lizzie to get half a football team wanting a date with her?
Yep, Gordo had lost her for good.
"How did you manage that one?" Miranda asked, her mouth still hanging open.
"I don't know, one minute I was flirting with Ethan and the next..."
Miranda interrupted her, "Since when do you flirt with Ethan Craft?" Miranda screeched.
"Woah, woah. Calm down. I don't know, I just thought 'hey, why not?'. He's hot Miranda." Lizzie explained.
"I know this. You know I know this. Anyway, so what happened next?" Miranda leaned forward. Gordo rolled his eyes. So maybe not everything had changed, but a lot had changed.
"Well, the next thing I knew, Kate Sanders comes up to me and asks me how I did it. Kate Sanders, coming to me for advice! Can you believe it?" Now Gordo looked up again. Lizzie McGuire was changing high school history for simply flirting with a guy? How was that one possible?
"I can't, but we should go join our class near Gwen? I think she's about to start." the three made there way over as roll call began.
Between period six and seven, Lizzie was standing by her locker when Kate came up to her, a smug smile on her face. "McGuire, we meet again."
"Hi Kate!" Lizzie said, her head still stuffed in her locker trying to free her English book from the space between the back of the locker and the wall of the next locker. It was not working.
"It's too bad that your fame was short lived." Kate laughed as her friend Claire Miller walked up beside her. Lizzie finally freed her book and looked up at the two, waiting for some explanation.
"Yeah, it was a little weird for Ethan to admit wanting to ask you out to the dance in the first place. Too bad it was all a misunderstanding. As they say, from hero to zero, in two simple periods. How pathetic." Claire added as Kate smiled back.
"Where did you hear this?" Lizzie felt uneasiness rise up in her stomach. She had only been back for two short days, thought that everything was changing for the good only to find out she was going to be the laughing stock of the whole school.
"From Ethan himself. Sorry! Once a loser, always a loser." That was just like Kate to go from obnoxious to tolerable and then down to impossible. The two walked away, their ego's boosted.
Slowly Lizzie made her way to Ethan's locker. She knew she would be late to class but she didn't care at the moment. All that mattered to her, was to find out what went wrong.
"Oh, hey Lizzie! What's up?" Ethan smiled at her. As if he didn't know. She scowled, anger showing on her pretty face.
"What is going on Ethan?" Lizzie's glare was enough to kill anyone, if looks could in fact kill. Ethan stepped back a little intimidated.
"Gordo likes you. In order to make sure no one would ask you out, I had to make them think it was the cool thing to do. Then I told them it was a misunderstanding, so no one would ask you out. Now you and Gordo can go to the dance together." Ethan said, still backing up at the furious look on Lizzie's face.
Suddenly Lizzie just exploded. Lizzie punched a locker door so hard that it had a very obvious indent, blood coming to Lizzie's knuckles. The late bell rang. Slamming her book down, Lizzie ignored Ethan's fearful whimper as she made her way down the hall. She finally found the class she was looking for and pushed the door open. The whole class, including Gordo and the teacher looked up at the red faced girl.
"How could you!" Lizzie screamed, marching over to where Gordo sat stunned.
"Lizzie, you're bleeding." He replied as he stood up and went to grab her hand. She pulled away from him. The teacher looked like he didn't know if he should interfere with the injured girl. Truth be told, all the teachers had been informed of Ms. McGuire's accident and to keep an eye in case anything-- weird happened.
"I don't care if I'm bleeding. How could you make a deal with Ethan to make sure no one asked me out to the school dance? You made a fool out of me. You ruined my life!" at this time, all the anger had drained out of her and was left with heart wrenching sobs. Not knowing what to do, Gordo moved toward her, taking her into his arms.
"Shh, Lizzie, that's not what happened." Gordo thought that her letting him hold her had been a good sign when she stiffened up, as if she could read his mind.
Slowly, Lizzie pulled out of Gordo's grasp and stood a couple of feet from him. Tears silently streaming down her face, Lizzie looked directly into Gordo's eyes. Her voice was even, emotionless, as she spoke from a voice that didn't even sound like her own. "I never want to see you again." With that, Lizzie turned and left the class room.
Once Lizzie had shut the class room door and made sure that Gordo wasn't going to attempt to follow her, she slid down against a locker and wrapped her arms around her knees. Soft sobs echoed through the halls. Five minutes later Lizzie heard footsteps. By now her tears had been reduced to whimpers. Lizzie held her breath hoping that whoever it was would pass by, but instead stopped right in front of her. Lizzie looked up into Miranda's friendly face, who slid down next to her emotional best friend.
"Want to talk about it?" Miranda offered.
"How did you know I was here?" Lizzie sniffled looking over to her friend.
"Well, Mr. Brown called down to the principle and they pulled me from class saying you needed a friend right now. Your mom was also called. She's on her way." Miranda explained.
Lizzie's face softened. She just wanted to go home.
Miranda and Lizzie sat in silence until Jo McGuire showed up with Mr. Keplin, the principal, leading the way.
"What happened?" Jo asked her red faced daughter, concern showing in her voice.
"I don't want to talk right now? Can I just go home?" Lizzie asked, looking between her mother and Mr. Keplin.
"You may go." Mr. Keplin said softly. Maybe it was too soon for Lizzie to start school. He had already suggested it to Mrs. McGuire and told her to get back to him.
"Can Miranda come too?" Lizzie really needed a friend right now.
"I'll call to inform Mrs. Sanchez about your where abouts, Miranda." Mr. Keplin then excused himself as Lizzie and Miranda went to their lockers to collect their things.
Once at home, and after cleaning her wounded knuckles, Lizzie popped the 1964 love story, My Fair Lady, into the VCR and hit play. It had become a natural reaction for her to start a movie, even if she had no intention on sitting down and watching it. My Fair Lady had become a favorite among Gone With The Wind and Dirty Dancing.
"So, you watch old movies now?" Miranda asked her friend, trying to start light conversation.
"Kinda. It's become a pass time I've picked up." Lizzie sighed. Watching movies reminded her of Gordo. "I can't believe he did that to me." Lizzie tensed up as tears began to pool once again, at her already swollen eyes.
"I can't either. It doesn't sound like Gordo. Maybe you should let him explain?" Miranda suggested, hoping her friend didn't take it the wrong way. She couldn't stand to see Lizzie heartbroken like this. It broke her own heart.
"I know. I'm just. I'm so mad at him right now. I just want to rip his eyeballs out and.." Lizzie's rage was returning as angry tears rushed down her face.
"Down girl." Miranda held up her hands and Lizzie calmed down, her tears already drying on her face.
"I'm sorry. I just didn't think it would hurt so much." Lizzie confided.
"It hurts when people you love, hurt you." Miranda didn't know if this is what Lizzie wanted to hear, but knew it was the truth.
"Okay, so I love him. Does that matter now? I get into an accident and just as I feel like things are starting to move in the right direction again, my whole world shatters. I find out that it is his fault. Or supposedly." Lizzie corrected herself.
"You love him. Even if you don't believe it, he loves you too, Lizzie." Miranda put a comforting hand around her friend.
"Even if he does, how will I ever fix the damage of this whole thing?" she asked, looking down at her hands.
"It just takes time, and hope." Miranda patted her friend on the back and paused, "Turn off the movie, do you hear that?" Miranda asked.
Lizzie pushed pause on her remote and listened to the music that was being played.
"This is the story of a girl, who cried a river and drowned the whole world! And while she looked so sad in photographs, I absolutely love her, when she smiles...."
Lizzie got up from her bed and looked out the window to see Gordo standing with a radio in hand, his eyes puffy from obvious crying and a small smile on his face. Lizzie smiled to herself and continued to listen to the lyrics.
"How many days in a year? She woke up with hope but she only found tears. And I can be so insincere, making her promises never for real. As long as she stands there waiting, wearing the holes in the soles of her shoes. How many days disappear? When you look in the mirror so how do you choose? Your clothes never wear as well the next day. And your hair never falls in quite the same way, but you never seem to run out of things to say..."
"This is the story of a girl, who cried a river and drowned the whole world! And while she looked so sad in photographs, I absolutely love her, when she smiles...."
"How many lovers would stay? Just to put up with this shit day after day. How did we wind up this way? Watching our mouths for the words I would say. As long as we stand here waiting, wearing the clothes of the souls I would choose. How do we get there today? When we're walking to far for the price of our shoes. Your clothes never wear as well the next day. And your hair never falls in quite the same way. But you never seem to run out of things to say..."
"This is the story of a girl, who cried a river and drowned the whole world! And while she looked so sad in photographs, I absolutely love her, when she smiles...."
Lizzie ran out of her room, down the steps and out the front door. Gordo set the radio down, and welcomed Lizzie into his arms.
"Sorry." Lizzie told him, tears falling down her face.
"I'm sorry too." Gordo said as tears fell from his eyes as well. He leaned down and touched his lips to hers softly.
"And your clothes never wear as well the next day. And your hair never falls in quite the same way. But you never seem to run out of things to say... This is the story of a girl, who cried a river and drowned the whole world! And while she looked so sad in photographs, I absolutely love her. This is the story of a girl. Her pretty face she hid from the world! And while she looks so sad and lonely there, I absolutely love her. This is the story of a - girl, who cried a river and drowned the whole world! And while she looks so sad in photographs I absolutely love her, when she smiles... When she smiles!"*
The End.... or is it?
* Absolutely (Story Of A Girl) lyrics by Nine Days
A/N: I know, not what you were expecting right? Halfway through, I knew what I wanted to do but wasn't sure how I was going to continue after my first plot. I started getting bored with the story and thinking of writing a new story, one with a new character and maybe a little more angsty and not so much innocence. Well, I decided to make this first story into sort of introduction story to the next. It is FAR from over. I keep my promises. Look for the next story coming soon with more Lizzie, Gordo and Miranda.
The next chapter isn't a chapter at all, but I decided to post the lyrics to the chapter names. Sometimes just the name of the song fit, but others the lyrics fit as well. Enjoy.
Until next time,
~Christina L. Childs
Email me at: cc_childs@yahoo.com or IM me on AIM: jadedlilpunkgrrl