How Far?

Chapter Twelve: Crash

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I sat eating lunch with Larry like I had for the past two weeks. Miranda and Parker sat on the opposite side of the table indulging in gossip about the hot French exchange student they were still changing. Larry was as bad as I thought he was. He was tolerable.

"Can I have a chip," he asked motioning to my bag of Ruffles.

"Oh sure, help yourself," I said as I took a bite of my ham sandwich. He took a handful of chips and put them on his tray near his taco. I did miss Matt's sarcastic comments and Lanny's introspective ones as well, but it wasn't so bad, at least I didn't get suspended or anything.

"Have I told you how much I hate Lizzie," Larry said as a look of anger flickered in his eyes. He was kind of obsessive about the fact on how much he hated Lizzie, yet again who am I to label someone obsessive? I myself am a psycho when it comes to Gordo.

"Only like a thousand times," I sighed angrily.

"Anyway," he said as he rolled his eyes. "Lizzie was just fine as being normal, fun Lizzie. Now she's 'Lizzie, the two-timing whore'. I mean, why did she feel the need to change? She was perfectly fine the way she was," he sighed.

"Do I sense a liking to the old Lizzie," I asked as I raised an eyebrow.

He crunched a chip angrily. It was quite amusing when I got under Larry's skin, very amusing indeed. If it were an Olympic sport to get under Larry's skin, I'd get first place. It kind of fazed me how Larry could get irritable at times.

"So," he said as he took a drink of his soda. "What about *your* love life?"

No. There was no way in the world I was going to tell him anything at all. Telling him would be like telling a giant megaphone, whatever I was going to say would be amplified.

"Do you like anyone," he asked with a chuckle.

I rolled my eyes, "There's someone."

"Ooh! Ooh! Tell me," he exclaimed as if he were one of my female friends. Maybe he became effeminate due to the fact that he never really seemed to hang around with guys.

"Wait," he said. "You left this very *interesting* notebook yesterday," he said as he held a notebook with pink hearts all over it.

I was dumbfounded. I either wanted to kill Larry at the moment or hug him for finding it instead of someone else.

"Th-Th-That's not mine," I stammered.

"Melina," he addressed me. "Even if I didn't find this, I still would have figured it out. I mean, whenever he comes around your eyes go all weird. Personally, I don't think you should like an older guy, especially Gordo. My sister who's twenty three had an older boyfriend who was five years older than her and she got raped."

Now, I seriously wanted to kill Larry. Larry had found out and insulted me as a person, his intentions were good, but he basically screwed himself over in his wording. I felt my body flare up with rage and anger. I may be overreacting but he insulted me as a whole person. It was like if he just insulted my entire family. For a smart guy, he was being extremely dumb.

"You're really lucky that I haven't killed you yet. Give me the notebook," I commanded.

He glared at me. What an angry glare it was. I met his glare with a combination of an eye roll and a scoff. The whole point was to show him that if he messed with me, I would seriously kick his ass.

"Hmm, I wonder who should see it first. Lizzie or Gordo. Hey! Maybe they can see it at the same time," he suggested.

"Larry, please just give it back to me," I said submissively. I felt hurt. The person I was supposed to trust with all of my problems almost destroyed me.

"Melina, you can have it back," he said as he put it down. "You seriously have some issues you need to work out. I mean, he doesn't even give you the time of day, and you're life is centered on him. I hate to say this, but honestly, you're really pathetic. I'm afraid that if you try to get him for yourself, that someone is going to get hurt in the process. Stop before you do some damage, seriously. I'm not trying to be a complete jackass, but you seriously need help. Help that I can't give you. I wish I could, but I don't want to be responsible for your actions, because if you did anything you might regret, there would be a huge price on my head."

Okay, I don't have problems and maybe I do think about Gordo a lot, is that a crime? It's not like I killed someone so I could be with Gordo. I'm not some psycho axe-murder. Larry, yet again had good intentions, but the words came out all wrong.

"So that's what you think of me," I chuckled. "I seriously thought you would understand, I mean, you are supposed to help me and guide me. Yet again, you're looking out for me so you can save your pathetic butt. Listen, it was nice talking with you, but I'm out of here."

"Don't blame me then you're giving you your verdict," he scoffed.

I picked up my belongings and headed towards the library. Larry's words rang through my mind. I might be a tad psychotic, but I wouldn't kill anyone. Or would I?

[A/N: Okay, this chapter kind of stunk. Did you (the reader, the reviewer) think it stunk? Well, please tell me your thoughts in a review. Wow! I have almost sixty reviews! Go me! Please review with your thoughts, thank you.]