Gordo POV
I wiped the scowl off of my face and replaced it with a clean, fresh smile. Who was that guy Lizzie was flirting with?
I turned to the group and shook my head. It was no use. I would never be the guy that Lizzie would go crazy over. Lizzie only fell for that Hollywood-type. And unfortunately, I was not the Hollywood-type.
I took a glimpse of what was going on. She started giggling.
"Oh, Paolo, I'd love to!" She exclaimed.
Love to what?
"I'll meet you tomorrow, Isabella... I mean Lizzie. I have a really awkward idea. And don't be late." He smiled brightly.
"Oh don't worry about that. I won't."
He kissed her hand as she giggled as she walked over to me.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She squealed.
"Oh, please don't." I grumbled.
"Gordo, I just met the hottest guy. His name is Paolo. Isn't that a fantastic name?" She bit her lower lip and shivered, still smiling.
"Glorious." I mumbled.
"And I'm going to meet him tomorrow at the Lenora Café. Ooh, that's sounds so Italian, doesn't it?"
"Yup." I said unenthusiastically. I didn't think she'd notice.
I was wrong.
"Is everything alright?" She asked, with a concerned look on her face.
"Never been better." I pasted a fake smile on my face.
"Okay." She said, and walked away happily.
What was wrong with me? Why Paolo? Why not me?
I liked her better than any Paolo ever would.
So why not me?
I was depressed. I had to get over her. She was just a girl.
Just an amazing girl.
Why was I acting like this? Was Lizzie the only thing on my mind? What about video games, my camera, or food? What happened to all my other obsessions?
Too many questions. I couldn't handle it.
We moved onto the next stop. I couldn't enjoy it, even though I acted like I was. I aimed my camera at the buildings, but I felt like aiming it at Lizzie.
GET OVER HER! My brain screamed.
But my heart was saying something different.
I wiped the scowl off of my face and replaced it with a clean, fresh smile. Who was that guy Lizzie was flirting with?
I turned to the group and shook my head. It was no use. I would never be the guy that Lizzie would go crazy over. Lizzie only fell for that Hollywood-type. And unfortunately, I was not the Hollywood-type.
I took a glimpse of what was going on. She started giggling.
"Oh, Paolo, I'd love to!" She exclaimed.
Love to what?
"I'll meet you tomorrow, Isabella... I mean Lizzie. I have a really awkward idea. And don't be late." He smiled brightly.
"Oh don't worry about that. I won't."
He kissed her hand as she giggled as she walked over to me.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She squealed.
"Oh, please don't." I grumbled.
"Gordo, I just met the hottest guy. His name is Paolo. Isn't that a fantastic name?" She bit her lower lip and shivered, still smiling.
"Glorious." I mumbled.
"And I'm going to meet him tomorrow at the Lenora Café. Ooh, that's sounds so Italian, doesn't it?"
"Yup." I said unenthusiastically. I didn't think she'd notice.
I was wrong.
"Is everything alright?" She asked, with a concerned look on her face.
"Never been better." I pasted a fake smile on my face.
"Okay." She said, and walked away happily.
What was wrong with me? Why Paolo? Why not me?
I liked her better than any Paolo ever would.
So why not me?
I was depressed. I had to get over her. She was just a girl.
Just an amazing girl.
Why was I acting like this? Was Lizzie the only thing on my mind? What about video games, my camera, or food? What happened to all my other obsessions?
Too many questions. I couldn't handle it.
We moved onto the next stop. I couldn't enjoy it, even though I acted like I was. I aimed my camera at the buildings, but I felt like aiming it at Lizzie.
GET OVER HER! My brain screamed.
But my heart was saying something different.