Don't Say A Word
Part Three: School spirit
Disclaimer: Same as always
Notes: PG-13 rating.
Kate sat in her bedroom painting her nails the school colors, yellow and light blue. She had nothing better to do. She didn't feel like hanging out with her lackeys or Ethan. She wasn't thrilled with Gordo in the sense that he was being a cold-hearted idiot. Her parents were out working and thankfully Amy wasn't hanging out at her house because Amy was in college. She wanted to pursue a career in journalism. How she got into college, Kate couldn't even begin the fathom.
Ring
Kate heard the phone ring. She didn't know who it could be, so she decided to pick it up.
"Hello," she said cheerfully into the phone.
"Hey Kate! It's Danny Kessler," she heard an excited masculine voice yell on the other line.
"Hi Danny, why are you calling me," she questioned. She hadn't spoken to Danny since junior high when he moved and started going to Jefferson. Danny wasn't really like Ethan was. Ethan was a sex-crazed idiot, while Danny was genuinely nice. Sure, Danny did have his "Ethan moments" as Claire liked to refer to them as they reminisced about their junior high days.
"I don't know, I got bored. I heard our school is playing Hill Ridge," he chuckled. "I think we may beat you guys."
"Don't get your hopes up Kessler," she snapped.
"Jeez Kate, what's your problem?"
C'mon Kate, I think whoever it is you're talking to, I am more important. You can't stay on the phone forever.
Gordo angrily hit the redial button of his phone. He wanted to explain about what happened last night. He then hung up the phone and plopped himself on to his bed. He nervously brushed his hands through his messy black curls and sighed.
Knock
Gordo heard a loud knock on the door. He didn't know who it could be, so he hid the pictures of him and Kate that he had been looking at under his bed.
"Who is it?"
"It's Miranda," the voice called from the other side of the door.
"Come in," he sighed
In the doorway stood Miranda Sanchez. She was still the same Miranda she had been during her middle school days in the emotional sense, but in her appearance she was very, "colorful". She sported long jet black hair with dark blue tips. Her hair reached the middle of her back and was stick straight with lots of shine. She often sported black tee shirt with "Dare Devil" written in red, or something to that extent, plaid pants, and combat boots.
"You don't look too happy to see me," she chuckled as she plopped herself on the blue beanbag near Gordo's bed.
"Sorry, I'm just pissed right now," he sighed. He stared out the window and sighed. "So, why are you here?"
"Can't someone visit their friend? I wanted to see if you're going to the pep rally before the basketball game. Are you," she asked as she cocked an eyebrow.
Let's think about this Miranda, if my girlfriend that you don't know about is in the pep rally, do you think I'm going?
"Probably, if you and Lizzie are going," he sighed.
"What about Parker," she asked suggestively.
"I could care less about her right now. The only importance she has to me is that she's my lab partner," he said bitterly.
"I know, but for that week in eight grade, she was all you could think about. God, you tried to impress her more than you did Lizzie. That's kind of weird," she said confused.
"Do you like to bring up my past life in order to make fun of me for your own sick pleasure," he snapped. Miranda backed away and just stared at him.
"I was only joking around, Gordo. Can't you take a joke," she chuckled sarcastically.
"Yeah, but you can't take a joke when Kate makes fun of those orange platforms," he retaliated.
Ring
Gordo dove across his bed to answer the phone, so Miranda didn't try to answer it, considering who it might be.
"Hello?"
"Gordo, is that you," Kate asked on the other line.
"Uh, Parker, I can't help you with your science homework right now," he lied.
"What are you talking about," she asked puzzled "Oh, I get you. Miranda or Lizzie is over, right?"
"Yeah, that is the other kind of simple machine! Listen, I got to go, I have company. I'll see you in science tomorrow. Bye," he said abruptly as he hung up the phone.
"What did I tell you Gordo? She wants you. Badly," Miranda snickered.
"Oh please, she just is terrible a physics," he stated blatantly. Which was completely true. Parker was a pretty smart girl, she was just terrible at physics.
"I don't know, Gordo. Maybe she's just pretending to be bad at it so you can 'tutor' her," she laughed.
"Then how come she was jumping in joy because she got a seventy on the test?"
"Oh," Miranda realized. "So, who are you going to take to the ball?"
If I can't go with Kate, then I'm not going at all. It's as plain as Parker's trouble with physics.
"I'm not going," he sighed. "I have no reason."
"Yeah you do! You can help me spike the punch bowl, or dump it on Kate. C'mon, it'll be great," Miranda's eyes lit up like a child who got a new toy for no particular reason.
"Nah, as fun as that sounds, I think I'll pass," he sighed.
"Aw, well maybe Larry's up for some spilling punch on Kate. He seemed to have enjoyed it in seventh grade. Listen, I got to go, my mom wants me to baby-sit Maria. So, I'll see you tomorrow," She said as she left.
"Bye," he said. He immediately scrambled to pick up the phone and dial Kate's number.
"Hello," He heard her voice say amiably.
"Hey Kate, it's me, Gordo," he said.
"So, are you going to the pep rally," she asked.
"What do you think?"
A few hours later the two were divulged in a conversation about Lizzie's advice column in eight grade.
"Claire said I smelled? God! How do you know it was her?"
"We assumed it was her," he chuckled.
"So? You wrote about Lizzie. It was kind of…sweet, confused guy," she chuckled sarcastically.
"Please, it was the most pathetic, saccharine piece of writing I have written in my fifteen years of existence. I'm over it," he said depressed.
"Obviously, if we're in a secret relationship together. It's pretty obvious you're over her. Now, she fawns over you, as does Parker. But, Lizzie does more than Parker," she stated.
"Why does everyone say that," he sighed exasperatedly.
"It's true, Mr. Ladies' man," she laughed uproariously.
"Please, stop it," he snapped seriously.
"I got to go; my parents are taking me out to dinner. Oh joy, Oh rapture," she said sarcastically.
"Bye," he chuckled.
"Later," she said as she hung up the phone.
Gordo looked up at the ceiling and sighed. The secrecy of the relationship was seriously vexing him. He had to tell someone, but who?
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