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Chapter Five: Secrets
Disclaimer: Same as always.
My first high school dance was coming up. I was nervous yet excited at the same time, but I had a mission for the night, to get at least one dance with Gordo. Call me pathetic but that was on my mind since the dance was announced the first day of school. Yet again the plan could work out, but it also may blow up in my face. That won't stop me from trying it again.
It took me awhile to figure out what I was going to wear. I didn't want to look like a complete slob, nor did I want to look like a trashy slut. I went through my closet sifting through all my clothes. Choosing something to wear for a school dance wasn't supposed to be a grueling task for me, but since I had someone to impress, it was. You may think I'm pathetic, if you do, I'll bring you down to China town.
I finally found the perfect top. It was a black off shoulder peasant blouse with a rose print to it. It wasn't something I would have worn in junior high, so it was perfect. I then found a pair of jeans that tied up in the front which completed the outfit along with a pair of dark brown patchwork boots. Call me superficial but I knew I looked pretty damn good.
As I walked down the stairs, I saw mom and Kelly watching a movie together and laughing. Kelly and mom were pretty close. I was close with dad before he died. I was his little princess, he was so proud of me and the fact that he had another daughter. Then all of it was taken away when he got in a car crash with some dumb ass drunk driver.
"Melina, some guy with a weird name called. He said that he was picking you and Matt up and bringing you guys home. He's standing out on the porch, came here fifteen minutes ago," my mother said unenthusiastically.
I knew mom was talking about Gordo. I had asked him the day before to drive me to the dance so my mother wouldn't have to. It's much cooler being driven in by a senior than your 37 year old mother. I slowly approached the door; I would have fifteen minutes alone with him in the car because Lizzie has a tendency to take a long time to get the whorish effect using make-up.
I slowly opened the door and there stood Gordo. The rain outside ran down his face and dampened his tufts of curly hair and his eyes were shining through the darkness of the sky.
"Are you ready to go, Melina?"
"Yeah."
He ran down the porch steps and quickly got into his car. I ran and got into the front passenger seat. The rain ran down my bare shoulders as I sat back in the seat. I looked at Gordo and wanted so badly to kiss his full lips and be held in his strong arms.
"I don't mean to be weird or anything Melina, but why do you always sit in the front?"
I wanted so badly to tell him the real reason. That I loved him and wanted to be with him and had since the seventh grade. Then he might think I'm psycho and never want to talk to me again.
"Well?"
"I get car sick easily in the back, that's why," I said embarrassed.
"I have a problem like that. If I'm in the back of a roller coaster I do the same exact thing! Wow," He started to laugh.
I loved how he scrunched his nose when he laughed and his eyes lit up with joy. It was truly beautiful, but it made me feel emptier and emptier when I realized he was with Lizzie. My stomach started to feel queasy thinking about it. I wish I could just let all my emotions out and so I could feel complete. I just wanted to kiss him and be with him. He then pulled the car over on the side of the road and got out to look at the car.
"God damn you! Son of a bitch piece of shit! Stupid excuse for a car!"
He then started kicking the side of the car in fury and got back in the car.
"What's wrong?"
"Flat tire," He said pursing his lips. "Lizzie's going to be pretty damn unhappy when she finds out I have a flat tire. She hated me when I got this car," He said sadly.
"Why do you put up with it then?"
"She's the only one who seems to give a damn about me. Miranda hates me because I'm with Lizzie. My parents are too damn busy to even acknowledge my presence," He said depressed.
I wanted to tell him about Lizzie's unfaithfulness to him. I wanted him to then feel loved by me and only me. I wanted to take his pain away.
"I'm sorry," was all I could manage to say. "You must really love her."
"I do, yet I don't. It's very complicated."
I felt my heart break into a million pieces as he said he did. How dare she do that to him? She led him on to believe that she cared for him and was actually screwing him over. She was unfaithful to him. Anyone who makes Gordo feel pain should be punished with the same pain.
He then pulled out his cell phone and called someone. I didn't know who, but I figured it was Lizzie.
"Hello? Miranda? I know you hate me and everything but can you do me a favor? I'm stuck near the mall. Can you please pick me and Melina up? I was driving her to the dance and was on my way to get Lizzie and Matt to pick them up for the dance. No I wouldn't do that! I love Lizzie. She what? Ok, I'll be waiting here, see you in fifteen. Bye."
He hung up and threw the cell phone into the glove compartment and sulked. "What's wrong?"
"Lizzie. She's been seeing Ethan Craft according to Miranda. This is just peachy."
"I thought Miranda hated you."
"She's not exactly my best friend but she'd never lie to me. I want to kill that bastard."
Gordo nervously combed his fingers through his hair as a tear rolled down his cheek. He then got out of the car and opened the trunk and got out a tire and started to replace it with the tool kit. He must have done it before because he seemed as it came easy to him. He was then finished and put the deflated tire in the trunk.
A red Volkswagen Beetle pulled over on the side of the road and out came Miranda, Parker, and two girls I didn't recognize.
"Hi Miranda," Gordo said.
"Hey, um, you fixed the tire before we even came to help you," Miranda sneered.
"Well I didn't know if the lug nuts were stuck or not, sorry I made you come all the way over here," he said with a heavy sigh.
"That's okay, we were bored at Sanchez's house anyway," Parker remarked sarcastically.
"As if we could do anything interesting there with your little sister being there," the blonde said.
"So we decided that we would help Gordo, but apparently he doesn't need our expertise," the red head said with a chuckle.
"Oh Melina, these are my friends, Parker, Dana, and Clarisse," Miranda said.
The blonde was Dana, she was pretty short for a senior at about 5'2". Her hair was up in twists and she looked kind of like Lizzie. I knew Parker from Field hockey; she was the assistant coach for the Junior High team. She stood about 6'4" towering over everyone including Gordo who stood at about 5'6". Clarisse was the red head. I saw her at the school production of "Taming of the Shrew" with Matt and Lanny last year, I also knew her because she was Taylor's older sister.
"Don't you hang out with my sister," Clarisse asked.
"Yeah," I said shyly.
"So, what are we going to do," Parker asked impatiently.
"How the hell am I supposed to know?" Miranda yelled.
"We could go to see the new Ben Stiller movie," Dana suggested.
"I've already seen it," I said. I really didn't like it which was kind of weird since I like all of his movies.
"Do you want to go, Gordo," Parker asked with a sigh.
"Not really, I already saw it with Lizzie," He said depressed.
"I'll see you, bye," Miranda said as her companions followed her to her car and she drove off.
Gordo got back in the car and slammed the door shut, his eyes narrowed as he got back on the road and I sat quietly in the front seat like I had been the whole time. I could see tears rolling down Gordo's eyes as he was driving. He then turned on the radio to some techno station which didn't seem like his music taste. His cell phone then started to ring.
"Hello? The car broke down Liz, then Miranda and her friends were going to help us but they were going to see the new Ben Stiller movie. Oh, you got Ethan to drive you. Well that's just great! I hope you have fun with Mr. Air brained jock! No I don't have a problem with him. Fine, I got to go, bye."
He angrily hung up the phone and put it at his side. He looked angrier than he had before and more tears slid down his cheek.
"Melina, do you really want to go to the dance?"
"Um, not really," I said unsurely.
"Is it okay if I take you home? I'm not really in the mood either," He said depressed.
"Okay, that's fine with me."
He then pulled in my driveway and stopped the car.
"Sorry, Melina," He said sadly.
"That's okay, I really didn't feel like going, Matt wanted me to go," I lied.
"Well, I'll see you Monday, unless I kill Ethan Craft over the weekend and end up in jail," He said sarcastically.
"Bye," I said with a chuckle.
Maybe it was just my silly girlhood fantasy taking over the logical part of my mind, but I felt one step closer to getting Gordo. Maybe I was, but I wanted to find out.
[A/N: I read over this chapter again and yes it was kind of, bad. I hope the rewrite is better. Please R/R people!]
Chapter Five: Secrets
Disclaimer: Same as always.
My first high school dance was coming up. I was nervous yet excited at the same time, but I had a mission for the night, to get at least one dance with Gordo. Call me pathetic but that was on my mind since the dance was announced the first day of school. Yet again the plan could work out, but it also may blow up in my face. That won't stop me from trying it again.
It took me awhile to figure out what I was going to wear. I didn't want to look like a complete slob, nor did I want to look like a trashy slut. I went through my closet sifting through all my clothes. Choosing something to wear for a school dance wasn't supposed to be a grueling task for me, but since I had someone to impress, it was. You may think I'm pathetic, if you do, I'll bring you down to China town.
I finally found the perfect top. It was a black off shoulder peasant blouse with a rose print to it. It wasn't something I would have worn in junior high, so it was perfect. I then found a pair of jeans that tied up in the front which completed the outfit along with a pair of dark brown patchwork boots. Call me superficial but I knew I looked pretty damn good.
As I walked down the stairs, I saw mom and Kelly watching a movie together and laughing. Kelly and mom were pretty close. I was close with dad before he died. I was his little princess, he was so proud of me and the fact that he had another daughter. Then all of it was taken away when he got in a car crash with some dumb ass drunk driver.
"Melina, some guy with a weird name called. He said that he was picking you and Matt up and bringing you guys home. He's standing out on the porch, came here fifteen minutes ago," my mother said unenthusiastically.
I knew mom was talking about Gordo. I had asked him the day before to drive me to the dance so my mother wouldn't have to. It's much cooler being driven in by a senior than your 37 year old mother. I slowly approached the door; I would have fifteen minutes alone with him in the car because Lizzie has a tendency to take a long time to get the whorish effect using make-up.
I slowly opened the door and there stood Gordo. The rain outside ran down his face and dampened his tufts of curly hair and his eyes were shining through the darkness of the sky.
"Are you ready to go, Melina?"
"Yeah."
He ran down the porch steps and quickly got into his car. I ran and got into the front passenger seat. The rain ran down my bare shoulders as I sat back in the seat. I looked at Gordo and wanted so badly to kiss his full lips and be held in his strong arms.
"I don't mean to be weird or anything Melina, but why do you always sit in the front?"
I wanted so badly to tell him the real reason. That I loved him and wanted to be with him and had since the seventh grade. Then he might think I'm psycho and never want to talk to me again.
"Well?"
"I get car sick easily in the back, that's why," I said embarrassed.
"I have a problem like that. If I'm in the back of a roller coaster I do the same exact thing! Wow," He started to laugh.
I loved how he scrunched his nose when he laughed and his eyes lit up with joy. It was truly beautiful, but it made me feel emptier and emptier when I realized he was with Lizzie. My stomach started to feel queasy thinking about it. I wish I could just let all my emotions out and so I could feel complete. I just wanted to kiss him and be with him. He then pulled the car over on the side of the road and got out to look at the car.
"God damn you! Son of a bitch piece of shit! Stupid excuse for a car!"
He then started kicking the side of the car in fury and got back in the car.
"What's wrong?"
"Flat tire," He said pursing his lips. "Lizzie's going to be pretty damn unhappy when she finds out I have a flat tire. She hated me when I got this car," He said sadly.
"Why do you put up with it then?"
"She's the only one who seems to give a damn about me. Miranda hates me because I'm with Lizzie. My parents are too damn busy to even acknowledge my presence," He said depressed.
I wanted to tell him about Lizzie's unfaithfulness to him. I wanted him to then feel loved by me and only me. I wanted to take his pain away.
"I'm sorry," was all I could manage to say. "You must really love her."
"I do, yet I don't. It's very complicated."
I felt my heart break into a million pieces as he said he did. How dare she do that to him? She led him on to believe that she cared for him and was actually screwing him over. She was unfaithful to him. Anyone who makes Gordo feel pain should be punished with the same pain.
He then pulled out his cell phone and called someone. I didn't know who, but I figured it was Lizzie.
"Hello? Miranda? I know you hate me and everything but can you do me a favor? I'm stuck near the mall. Can you please pick me and Melina up? I was driving her to the dance and was on my way to get Lizzie and Matt to pick them up for the dance. No I wouldn't do that! I love Lizzie. She what? Ok, I'll be waiting here, see you in fifteen. Bye."
He hung up and threw the cell phone into the glove compartment and sulked. "What's wrong?"
"Lizzie. She's been seeing Ethan Craft according to Miranda. This is just peachy."
"I thought Miranda hated you."
"She's not exactly my best friend but she'd never lie to me. I want to kill that bastard."
Gordo nervously combed his fingers through his hair as a tear rolled down his cheek. He then got out of the car and opened the trunk and got out a tire and started to replace it with the tool kit. He must have done it before because he seemed as it came easy to him. He was then finished and put the deflated tire in the trunk.
A red Volkswagen Beetle pulled over on the side of the road and out came Miranda, Parker, and two girls I didn't recognize.
"Hi Miranda," Gordo said.
"Hey, um, you fixed the tire before we even came to help you," Miranda sneered.
"Well I didn't know if the lug nuts were stuck or not, sorry I made you come all the way over here," he said with a heavy sigh.
"That's okay, we were bored at Sanchez's house anyway," Parker remarked sarcastically.
"As if we could do anything interesting there with your little sister being there," the blonde said.
"So we decided that we would help Gordo, but apparently he doesn't need our expertise," the red head said with a chuckle.
"Oh Melina, these are my friends, Parker, Dana, and Clarisse," Miranda said.
The blonde was Dana, she was pretty short for a senior at about 5'2". Her hair was up in twists and she looked kind of like Lizzie. I knew Parker from Field hockey; she was the assistant coach for the Junior High team. She stood about 6'4" towering over everyone including Gordo who stood at about 5'6". Clarisse was the red head. I saw her at the school production of "Taming of the Shrew" with Matt and Lanny last year, I also knew her because she was Taylor's older sister.
"Don't you hang out with my sister," Clarisse asked.
"Yeah," I said shyly.
"So, what are we going to do," Parker asked impatiently.
"How the hell am I supposed to know?" Miranda yelled.
"We could go to see the new Ben Stiller movie," Dana suggested.
"I've already seen it," I said. I really didn't like it which was kind of weird since I like all of his movies.
"Do you want to go, Gordo," Parker asked with a sigh.
"Not really, I already saw it with Lizzie," He said depressed.
"I'll see you, bye," Miranda said as her companions followed her to her car and she drove off.
Gordo got back in the car and slammed the door shut, his eyes narrowed as he got back on the road and I sat quietly in the front seat like I had been the whole time. I could see tears rolling down Gordo's eyes as he was driving. He then turned on the radio to some techno station which didn't seem like his music taste. His cell phone then started to ring.
"Hello? The car broke down Liz, then Miranda and her friends were going to help us but they were going to see the new Ben Stiller movie. Oh, you got Ethan to drive you. Well that's just great! I hope you have fun with Mr. Air brained jock! No I don't have a problem with him. Fine, I got to go, bye."
He angrily hung up the phone and put it at his side. He looked angrier than he had before and more tears slid down his cheek.
"Melina, do you really want to go to the dance?"
"Um, not really," I said unsurely.
"Is it okay if I take you home? I'm not really in the mood either," He said depressed.
"Okay, that's fine with me."
He then pulled in my driveway and stopped the car.
"Sorry, Melina," He said sadly.
"That's okay, I really didn't feel like going, Matt wanted me to go," I lied.
"Well, I'll see you Monday, unless I kill Ethan Craft over the weekend and end up in jail," He said sarcastically.
"Bye," I said with a chuckle.
Maybe it was just my silly girlhood fantasy taking over the logical part of my mind, but I felt one step closer to getting Gordo. Maybe I was, but I wanted to find out.
[A/N: I read over this chapter again and yes it was kind of, bad. I hope the rewrite is better. Please R/R people!]