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Lizzie, Miranda and Gordo walked into their 5th period Gym class. The new teacher was sitting on the bleachers writing something on paper and dropping into his baseball cap. He looked like he was about in his 20s.  He looked up and saw the rest of the class entering. He wrote two more names down on paper and dropped then into his hat before standing up and addressing the class.

"Hi my name is Mr. Journell. I will be your teacher for this year. Will everyone please take a seat on the bleachers?  Girls on the left side and boys on the right please"

As Lizzie and Miranda headed to the left side of the bleachers Miranda leaded over to Lizzie and whispered in her ear.

"Oh my, He IS cute." Miranda stated.

"Miranda, He is 22!! And he is our teacher!"  Lizzie whispered back.

"I know, I was just stating the obvious" Miranda smiled.

As they sat down Mr. Journell started telling the class that this year they would take part in many different sports as a group, instead of divided by sexes. The word sexes got a giggle or two from a couple of kids in the back of the bleachers .Lizzie was surprised and pretty excited, this year she would get to have class with Gordo. She was also excited they might get to do some real sports this year instead of baton twirling and gymnastics... ect...ect. Mr. Journell was now talking about the first activity that would take up about 3 weeks of the school year. He told the class that the new principal "thought" this would help them in their future lives. The  first activity they were informed was, ballroom dancing. That brought forth groans from both sides of the bleachers.

"Calm down class. We will now pick random partners out of a hat" He pointed to his hat "Girls please come down as I call your name, Miss Charissa Abington." A girl with long blonde hair, a short frame, and extremely skinny Lizzie didn't recognize got up.  She noticed half of the guys watch her wiggle her way down the bleachers, including Gordo.  She giggled and reached her hand into the hat and pulled out a folded up white piece of paper. She slowly turned around and faced the class.

"And my partner is" Charissa taunted "hmm I don't know this person. David Gordon?"

Gordo practically jumped up, and as directed walked over to the other side of the gym and sat on the bleachers next to her. He was grinning like an idiot. All of the other guys were obviously jealous, Lizzie could tell by just looking at the solemn expressions on their face which told her alot. Mr. Journell called out a lot of different girl's names, some she knew, some she didn't.  Miranda got paired up with some cute guy named, Shane Hamilton. He was from RMMS. Miranda looked very happy as she walked with him to the other side of the gym.

"Miss Elizabeth McGuire" Mr. Journell read out.

Lizzie got up and walked down the bleachers; she slowly reached her hand into the hat and pulled out a piece of paper. Her mind slowly read the name. Nate Parks? Who was he? Nope never heard that name before. He must be another RMMS student.

"Nate Parks" Lizzie read off. "That's me, cool" A very cute boy, with shaggy dark brown hair and deep brown eyes said as he stood up, he was obviously Nate.

Nate walked down the bleachers towards Lizzie, smiling at her. As they walked over to the bleachers she noticed Miranda and Gordo. Miranda was winking at her, obviously please with her partner and Lizzie's, Gordo glanced up from his obviously deep conversation with Charissa. He smiled at her then started talking to Charissa again. Charissa was obviously flirting with Gordo as she laughed, flipped her hair, and touched his arm occasionally. Gordo didn't seem to mind the least bit, Lizzie noticed.

"So I guess we are partners huh?" Nate commented "Your name is Elizabeth, right?"

"Yea  ... actually everyone calls me Lizzie" He was really cute, she noticed.

"Cool "he responded.

Mr. Journel interrupted their conversation and told everyone they should get to know each other. As Lizzie talked to Nate she learned that he was born in England and his parents had always lived in England until he was two and they got transferred to America. She learned he was a sophomore and had been out of school last year because he had pneumonia and had missed most of his freshman year. He managed to pass all of his other classes, a gift from God, he commented. But out of some rare coincidence he didn't pass gym so had to take gym with the freshman.

"I was kind of upset because all my friends are in sophomore gym, but I am not as upset now." He smiled at her. What was that about she thought? Too late. The bell rang and Lizzie got up said her goodbyes to Nate and told him she would see him tomorrow in gym.

"Looking forward to it, Elizabeth, or should I say "Lizzie"." He waved and headed to the sophomore hall.

Miranda was immediately at Lizzie's side, followed by Gordo.

"He is tre cute!" Miranda exclaimed "Did you see Shane… What do you think about him?"

"He is "tre" cute too" Lizzie told her "You really thought Nate was cute?… So did I" Lizzie and Miranda laughed.  Gordo just stared at them.

"I cannot wait for tomorrow's gym class!" Miranda exclaimed

"Me either" Lizzie agreed "And I thought ballroom dancing was going to be lame."

As they got to their lockers, Lizzie said goodbye to Miranda whose locker was outsider her homeroom down the hall. Lizzie opened her locker and noticed Gordo was just standing there, not getting anything out of his locker for their 6th period class.

"Uh Gordo? Notebook, pens… missing anything?" Lizzie quizzed him

"Oh yea sorry. He walked three lockers down, put in his combination and grabbed his stuff; then he walked off to their history class with not another word to Lizzie. What was up with him?  She sighed, must be something important on his mind. Lizzie started walking off towards history, reminding herself to ask Gordo what was wrong. While she was walking to class she passed Nate. He smiled at her and winked. Lizzie found her self smiling shyly back at him. Now what was that about, she thought as she hurried into her history class right as the bell rang.

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