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Unexpected
Chapter Fourteen: Red Herring
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The next morning, Lizzie passed Miranda in the freshman hallway. She waved, but Miranda ignored her completely. This wasn't just a case of not seeing her, this was total rejection. Lizzie's heart sank.
She debated skipping first period. She just couldn't face Gordo, not after the kiss and the chat, and...
"Hey, Lizzie."
Oh crap, now he was at her locker, and she couldn't escape. "Um, hey, Gordo."
"So, you wanna come over after practice today? We still have to do that project. I already picked a company, if that's okay...I didn't know when you'd be well again, so I got started."
"Uh, thanks. That was...thoughtful."
"So, you're definitely feeling better?"
"Oh, absolutely," she lied. Suddenly she was feeling awful.
Gordo shuffled his feet. "Almost time for class," he hedged.
"Lizzie? Lizzie, is that you?"
They turned, grateful for the distraction, but Lizzie's relief turned into shock.
"Ronny?"
It was. It was Ronny Jacobs, her first boyfriend, coming this way, a lot taller --could you grow that much in only a few months?-- and pretty cute. Still didn't know the meaning of a comb, though. Lizzie was surprised to find herself blushing.
"How are you?" Ronny asked.
"I'm, uh, I'm good," Lizzie stammered. "What are you doing here?"
"I go to school here," he said with an easy smile. Lizzie smacked her forehead. Of course he did, all of the area middle schools graduated to Hillridge High.
"Yeah, of course," she said. "How are you doing?"
**How's 'the other girl', scumbucket?**
"I'm doing pretty good," he said. "I can't believe I've never seen you in the hallways before today."
"Yeah, weird."
The bell rang, and Gordo tapped her shoulder. "Um, Lizzie, we should get going to class now."
"Hey, who's this?" Ronny asked.
"Oh! Um, Ronny, this is...ah, this is Gordo. Gordo, this is Ronny Jacobs."
"*The* Ronny Jacobs?"
"You've heard of me?" Ronny said, cocking an eyebrow.
"This is Gordo, my best friend," Lizzie explained. Ronny probably didn't remember her ever mentioning Gordo. Gordo, of course, would remember Lizzie mentioning Ronny. He was only all she'd ever talked about during their brief relationship. Gordo smiled at Ronny, but it was a half-smile, and not terribly sincere. They shook hands, and Gordo looked pointedly at Lizzie, who exclaimed, "Yeah! We have to get to class. Bye, Ronny. Nice...ah, nice seeing you again."
"See you around," Ronny said with an enticing grin, and Lizzie practically fled the hallway.
As they raced through the door into economics class, Mr. Mack looked up, amused. "Mr. Gordon, Ms. McGuire. I hope that whatever you did to make you so late was worth it." His comment was punctuated by giggles from a few classmates, and Lizzie went beet red, as did Gordo. Their reactions didn't exactly do anything to quell the laughter, and Lizzie and Gordo raced to seats at opposite ends of the room. At the end of class, Lizzie was one of the first out of the room, and Gordo one of the last.
Unexpected
Chapter Fourteen: Red Herring
~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~
The next morning, Lizzie passed Miranda in the freshman hallway. She waved, but Miranda ignored her completely. This wasn't just a case of not seeing her, this was total rejection. Lizzie's heart sank.
She debated skipping first period. She just couldn't face Gordo, not after the kiss and the chat, and...
"Hey, Lizzie."
Oh crap, now he was at her locker, and she couldn't escape. "Um, hey, Gordo."
"So, you wanna come over after practice today? We still have to do that project. I already picked a company, if that's okay...I didn't know when you'd be well again, so I got started."
"Uh, thanks. That was...thoughtful."
"So, you're definitely feeling better?"
"Oh, absolutely," she lied. Suddenly she was feeling awful.
Gordo shuffled his feet. "Almost time for class," he hedged.
"Lizzie? Lizzie, is that you?"
They turned, grateful for the distraction, but Lizzie's relief turned into shock.
"Ronny?"
It was. It was Ronny Jacobs, her first boyfriend, coming this way, a lot taller --could you grow that much in only a few months?-- and pretty cute. Still didn't know the meaning of a comb, though. Lizzie was surprised to find herself blushing.
"How are you?" Ronny asked.
"I'm, uh, I'm good," Lizzie stammered. "What are you doing here?"
"I go to school here," he said with an easy smile. Lizzie smacked her forehead. Of course he did, all of the area middle schools graduated to Hillridge High.
"Yeah, of course," she said. "How are you doing?"
**How's 'the other girl', scumbucket?**
"I'm doing pretty good," he said. "I can't believe I've never seen you in the hallways before today."
"Yeah, weird."
The bell rang, and Gordo tapped her shoulder. "Um, Lizzie, we should get going to class now."
"Hey, who's this?" Ronny asked.
"Oh! Um, Ronny, this is...ah, this is Gordo. Gordo, this is Ronny Jacobs."
"*The* Ronny Jacobs?"
"You've heard of me?" Ronny said, cocking an eyebrow.
"This is Gordo, my best friend," Lizzie explained. Ronny probably didn't remember her ever mentioning Gordo. Gordo, of course, would remember Lizzie mentioning Ronny. He was only all she'd ever talked about during their brief relationship. Gordo smiled at Ronny, but it was a half-smile, and not terribly sincere. They shook hands, and Gordo looked pointedly at Lizzie, who exclaimed, "Yeah! We have to get to class. Bye, Ronny. Nice...ah, nice seeing you again."
"See you around," Ronny said with an enticing grin, and Lizzie practically fled the hallway.
As they raced through the door into economics class, Mr. Mack looked up, amused. "Mr. Gordon, Ms. McGuire. I hope that whatever you did to make you so late was worth it." His comment was punctuated by giggles from a few classmates, and Lizzie went beet red, as did Gordo. Their reactions didn't exactly do anything to quell the laughter, and Lizzie and Gordo raced to seats at opposite ends of the room. At the end of class, Lizzie was one of the first out of the room, and Gordo one of the last.