Chapter 8: Jealous

Sunday 10:15 PM

Lizzie POV

I was mad. The girl Gordo liked couldn't be me.

Why?

It wasn't fair. He was falling for some gorgeous model that wouldn't care about a word he said, while I was lying right next to him. It was weird. One second he's my annoying best friend, and the next I'm in love with him. There was something wrong with the picture.

I stared at him.

Animated Lizzie: He is so cute! And smart. And funny and nice and all- around amazing. Can't he be mine?

"So, who's your dream guy?" He asked.

'You'. I wanted to say.

But I didn't

"Well, he's smart, funny, cute, caring, not overprotective, not a crazy romantic, nice... did I mention that he was hot?" I said, describing Gordo completely.

"Oh." He said quietly. "So, on a scale of 1-10, how much do you like him?"

"A solid 10." I answered, gazing at the stars.

"Oh."

Gordo POV

I felt like crying. It wasn't me she liked. It was a guy who could give her so much better than me.

"He's so amazingly wonderful. Every time I'm sad, he's there. But the only problem is, he likes someone else." She looked devastated.

"Oh, really?" I said. "Well, it's his loss. Any guy should be honored to go out with my best friend."

'My best friend'.

There were those words again. The words that described how Lizzie felt about me. I was just her 'best friend'. Nothing more. It was so unfair.

She smiled weakly. That one smile lit up her entire face. I wished I could go up to that guy and tell him that Lizzie was the best he'd ever get, and that he was lucky to have her like him.

Yeah, I admit it.

I was jealous.