A/N: I do not own Lizzie, Miranda, Gordo, Matt, or any other characters in the show. However, the plot does belong to me.

This is my technically my first fic here on ff.net since the music group category was eliminated. Please review and tell me what you think. Criticism is welcome. So are flames… but good reviews would be even more welcome. Don't give 'em to me unless I deserve them, though!

GORDO'S P.O.V.

(FLASHBACK)

I walked in the school library to find Lizzie , my best friend, sitting at a table, crying, and shredding pieces of paper to bits.

Tentatively, I approached her. "Hey, Lizzie…"

She looked up at me, her clear hazel-brown eyes clouded with tears.

"Ronnie broke up with me", she sniffled, "The girl he likes now is probably prettier than me, smarter than me, and a lot funner to be around than me."

I shook my head. "No, she isn't."

She gave me a bitter look. "How would you know?"

"I… I just know. No one's prettier than you, and no one's more fun to be around than you."

"You forgot smarter.", she replied in a depressed tone.

"Well…", I said grinning lopsidedly, "I was including myself in that category."

A small smile made it's way onto her face. Wiping her tears, she stood up, and she hugged me, wrapping her arms tightly around me. "You're a great friend, Gordo."

END OF FLASHBACK

A great friend… that was a nice compliment, but I have to admit, it wasn't exactly what I was aiming for. If only she knew how I truly felt about her…

"DAVID! Are you paying attention?", my rather annoying Algebra teacher, Ms.Kovich, asked, glaring at me.

I sat up straight, and spoke quickly. "Yeah.. Yeah.. Of course."

She smirked, looking rather amused. "Alriht, then David. Since you were paying such close attention during my lecture, come up to the board, and do problem #17."

I grimaced. I sure as heck picked horrible days to slack off in class. I couldn't blame this on anyone but myself though. I shouldn't have been daydreaming about Lizzie.. AGAIN!

I breathed in deeply, gathering up some courage, and walked up to the chalkboard. Silently cursing at my fingers for trembling, I picked up a piece of fresh yellow chalk, and began to write the problem out. I finished THAT part quickly enough. Now I actually had to DO the problem. And for perhaps the first time in my life, when it came to my academics anyway, I had no clue what I was doing. This was all I needed… to make a fool out of myself in front of the girl of my dreams.. And… my worst enemy.. Ethan Craft.

"David, we don't have all day, you know.", Ms. Kovich said sternly, interrupting my thoughts, "Please do the problem." I stalled some more. "NOW!"

"Aw, look everyone. Gordo, the so-called-genius can't figure out the easiest problem in the history of easy problems.", Ethan Craft said evilly, snickering a few moments later.

"Yeah", Kate Sanders said, joining in, "Looks like Gordo isn't as smart as he makes himself out to be. He's a complete idiot!!"

"YOU SHUT UP, KATE!"

Everyone turned, straining their necks, to see where the voice had come from. To my utmost surprise, it was Lizzie.

She glared at Kate and Ethan. "I'd like to see one of YOU go up and do that problem."

Ms Kovich glanced at me. "You may be seated."

I breathed a deep sigh of relief. I made my way to the back of the room, and took my seat next to Lizzie. I looked at her out of the corner of my eye. "Um.. Thanks for sticking up for me like you did. I.. Uh.. Really appreciate it."

She smiled, almost shyly. "No problem. That's what friends are for."