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Chapter 8- Biggest Mistake
The night of Homecoming had come. Our football team had won their game, although Miranda, Mark, Gordo, and I did not watch it. Miranda and I had stayed at my house giving each other manicures, pedicures, and makeovers for the dance. Mark and Gordo were supposed to pick us up at our house in an hour (Gordo had already had his birthday in August*, so he was driving), and still Miranda and I were still in robes.
"Miranda! Stand still for one second ok?" I said to my best friend as I tried to put a French twist into her hair. She was bouncing up and down though, and making it extremely hard to do. Finally I got it done and stepped back. "Tada! Look in the mirror and see what you think!"
"Let me put on my dress first for the whole effect," She said, and stepped into my closet and changed quickly. Then she stepped out. She looked great. Her hair was swept up from her face except for a few strands in the front that curled gently, and framed her face. I had lined her eyes in black and then used black mascara to make her eyelashes look extra long. I had also used dark eye shadow. I had made shadows under her cheekbones to create the illusion of high cheekbones, and a deep wine red that matched her dress was used on her lips. The dress itself hugged her curves and stopped at her knee, which gave off an elegant effect. She then stepped into three inch stiletto heels. Her nails were painted the same color as her dress, as were her toes.
"You look about eighteen! But will you do my hair now Miranda?" I said, and Miranda immediately went over to me. She made two small French braids that circled my head. She put them together with two small blue clips. I thanked her and then put on my dress.
"Wow Lizzie, we're both total knockouts!" Miranda said as I slipped on some silver high-heeled sandals. Just then the doorbell rang, and I could hear my mother answering it. I heard Gordo and Mark's deep voices and then my mother called up the stairs.
"Lizzie, Miranda, your dates are here!" She called, and I rolled my eyes. Did she have to put emphasis on dates? Miranda and I walked slowly down the stairs, and we could see the guy's eyes widen. Only Gordo's eyes were on me, not his girlfriend, Miranda, and Mark's eyes were on Miranda, not on his girlfriend, me. They must have noticed this because their gazes shifted suddenly. Miranda didn't notice though.
"You two look great!" Mark said enthusiastically, putting an arm around me.
"I totally agree," said Gordo, putting an arm around Miranda. "Well shall we go?"
"Not so fast!" My mom cried, and she whipped out her camera. "Not until I get some pictures!" She took about one hundred pictures of me and Mark, then another hundred of Gordo and Miranda, then yet another hundred of all four of us. Finally she let us go, whimpering something about how her baby was all grown up. I rolled my eyes and told her that Gordo would take Miranda and I home after the dance, that was supposed to end at twelve. Then we escaped out of the front door.
When we arrived at the dance, we were greeted by loud music and lots of people.
"Are there really this many people at our school?" Miranda yelled so that she could be heard over the music.
"Probably half of them are from that other high school... um what's it's name? Oh God I can't remember it!" I said, rolling my eyes at my own stupidity. Just then a slow song came on. Miranda mouthed at me, "already?" as Gordo put his hands on her hips. She tried to move closer to him but his hands were planted firmly on her hips, which created about a foot of distance between them. Mark wrapped his arms around my waist, smashing me to him, when I would have rather had a little bit of distance between us, not as much as Gordo and Miranda, mind you, but enough so that I could breathe. After the song ended, a fast song started, and instead of releasing me, Mark just turned me around so my back was pressed up against his front, and started freak dancing with me. My eyes widened and I looked to Miranda for help. She saw me and told Gordo something, who actually looked relieved. (Miranda didn't notice this though.)
She tugged on my arm and said to Mark, "Sorry Mark, but I have to take Lizzie away from you for a second ok?" Startled that someone was talking to him, he loosened his grip on me and I was able to slip away. Miranda pulled me into the bathroom.
"Thank you so much Miranda! Mark was suffocating me!" I said.
"At least he was getting close to you! Did you see what Gordo was doing? He was touching me like I had some kind of deadly disease. I truly don't understand that boy. He's very sweet to me asking me to the dance and all, but then after that he hardly acts that way at all! He acts like we're just friends, and it's really starting to piss me off," Miranda said, looking into the mirror.
"Why don't you talk to him?" I asked, trying to act sympathetic towards my best friend, although I was celebrating inside. It really seemed that Gordo didn't like her!
"Believe me, I've tried." Miranda said, rolling her eyes at her reflection, and then she turned to me, leaning on the sink behind her. "It seems that everything I do or say just pushes him farther away." Her expression turned almost desperate. "I don't know what to do Lizzie!" I came up to her and hugged her. I didn't really know what else to say or do. Then I heard somebody knock on the door.
"Lizzie? Miranda? Are you in there?" Gordo called to us, and Miranda raced to the door and opened it, to see Gordo and Mark peering in. We quickly left the bathroom, and the four of us started dancing again. I was so grateful that Mark didn't try to freak dance with me. An half an hour later, another slow song came on.
"Um, Lizzie, do you wanna dance?" I turned my head to see Gordo asking me to dance. I looked over his shoulder to see Mark asking Miranda.
"Miranda's ok with it?" I asked, kind of surprised as Miranda had just told me that she wanted to be closer to Gordo.
"Yeah. We're just dancing as friends you know?" I nodded, and then I draped my arms loosely around his neck. He put his arms around my waist. I noticed that we were a lot closer to each other than Gordo and Miranda had been before, and I looked over at my boyfriend and Miranda to see that Mark was holding Miranda as close to him as I was to him before. She had her head resting on his chest, her eyes were closed, and she was smiling. Surprisingly I didn't feel any jealously at all, I just got a feeling that Miranda secretly liked Mark, although she wasn't ready to admit it yet. I moved closer to Gordo and rested my head on his shoulder (he was that tall!) and tightened my arms around his neck, and in turn he tightened his arms around my waist. I noticed that we fit perfectly with each other, and I sighed happily. He gently brushed his lips against my hair, and then as I leaned back a little to smile at him, he kissed me softly on the lips. This is where the trouble began. I kissed him back, and soon we were frenching each other. I swear I saw fireworks, and it was definitely one of those "foot-popping" kisses. Then as we ended the kiss, my eyes opened reluctantly. He smiled down at me, and was about to lean down and kiss me again, when Mark pulled his arms off of my waist. I was roughly pushed to the side, and Mark glared at Gordo.
"What the hell? Why did you kiss my girlfriend?" Mark spat out, ready to fight Gordo. A small crowd was gathering around us, and I felt like running away, away from this madness that was forming.
"Um, well... I..." Gordo stuttered, looking at the floor.
"You know Mark," Miranda said, coming between Mark and Gordo, facing Mark, her back towards me, "I really don't think it was Gordo's fault at all, although after this, I doubt I'll ever talk to him again, let alone be his girlfriend. But I think it was that little slut Lizzie McGuire's fault." After that she turned to me, her eyes spitting fire. "I can't believe you Elizabeth McGuire! One, we're best friends, and no true best friend would kiss her best friend's boyfriend. Two, you just couldn't stand that I finally had something that you wanted, and you just had to steal the one thing that made me feel happy from me, didn't you!" With that, she spun around and ran towards the back of the gym. Mark chased after her, and I turned to Gordo for help. Because, of course, we had just shared that kiss, that wonderful, awesome kiss, so he had to have some sympathy for me right? Wrong!
"Gordo..." I said, searching his eyes for some kind of compassion, but all I saw was cold.
"I think I just made the biggest mistake of my life. I'm sorry Lizzie..." With that he turned his back on me, not looking back, and walked away, towards Larry Tudgeman and his friends (surprisingly they had actually shown up.) I looked around, tears filling my eyes, searching for somebody who would take me under their wing. But nobody was there. They were all laughing at the downfall of the seemingly flawless Lizzie McGuire. Well surprise people, I'm not as happy as I seem! I headed towards the front door, heads turning to laugh about me as I walked past. I walked outside, welcoming the cool autumn air on my bare arms and legs, and then started the long walk home.
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Chapter 8- Biggest Mistake
The night of Homecoming had come. Our football team had won their game, although Miranda, Mark, Gordo, and I did not watch it. Miranda and I had stayed at my house giving each other manicures, pedicures, and makeovers for the dance. Mark and Gordo were supposed to pick us up at our house in an hour (Gordo had already had his birthday in August*, so he was driving), and still Miranda and I were still in robes.
"Miranda! Stand still for one second ok?" I said to my best friend as I tried to put a French twist into her hair. She was bouncing up and down though, and making it extremely hard to do. Finally I got it done and stepped back. "Tada! Look in the mirror and see what you think!"
"Let me put on my dress first for the whole effect," She said, and stepped into my closet and changed quickly. Then she stepped out. She looked great. Her hair was swept up from her face except for a few strands in the front that curled gently, and framed her face. I had lined her eyes in black and then used black mascara to make her eyelashes look extra long. I had also used dark eye shadow. I had made shadows under her cheekbones to create the illusion of high cheekbones, and a deep wine red that matched her dress was used on her lips. The dress itself hugged her curves and stopped at her knee, which gave off an elegant effect. She then stepped into three inch stiletto heels. Her nails were painted the same color as her dress, as were her toes.
"You look about eighteen! But will you do my hair now Miranda?" I said, and Miranda immediately went over to me. She made two small French braids that circled my head. She put them together with two small blue clips. I thanked her and then put on my dress.
"Wow Lizzie, we're both total knockouts!" Miranda said as I slipped on some silver high-heeled sandals. Just then the doorbell rang, and I could hear my mother answering it. I heard Gordo and Mark's deep voices and then my mother called up the stairs.
"Lizzie, Miranda, your dates are here!" She called, and I rolled my eyes. Did she have to put emphasis on dates? Miranda and I walked slowly down the stairs, and we could see the guy's eyes widen. Only Gordo's eyes were on me, not his girlfriend, Miranda, and Mark's eyes were on Miranda, not on his girlfriend, me. They must have noticed this because their gazes shifted suddenly. Miranda didn't notice though.
"You two look great!" Mark said enthusiastically, putting an arm around me.
"I totally agree," said Gordo, putting an arm around Miranda. "Well shall we go?"
"Not so fast!" My mom cried, and she whipped out her camera. "Not until I get some pictures!" She took about one hundred pictures of me and Mark, then another hundred of Gordo and Miranda, then yet another hundred of all four of us. Finally she let us go, whimpering something about how her baby was all grown up. I rolled my eyes and told her that Gordo would take Miranda and I home after the dance, that was supposed to end at twelve. Then we escaped out of the front door.
When we arrived at the dance, we were greeted by loud music and lots of people.
"Are there really this many people at our school?" Miranda yelled so that she could be heard over the music.
"Probably half of them are from that other high school... um what's it's name? Oh God I can't remember it!" I said, rolling my eyes at my own stupidity. Just then a slow song came on. Miranda mouthed at me, "already?" as Gordo put his hands on her hips. She tried to move closer to him but his hands were planted firmly on her hips, which created about a foot of distance between them. Mark wrapped his arms around my waist, smashing me to him, when I would have rather had a little bit of distance between us, not as much as Gordo and Miranda, mind you, but enough so that I could breathe. After the song ended, a fast song started, and instead of releasing me, Mark just turned me around so my back was pressed up against his front, and started freak dancing with me. My eyes widened and I looked to Miranda for help. She saw me and told Gordo something, who actually looked relieved. (Miranda didn't notice this though.)
She tugged on my arm and said to Mark, "Sorry Mark, but I have to take Lizzie away from you for a second ok?" Startled that someone was talking to him, he loosened his grip on me and I was able to slip away. Miranda pulled me into the bathroom.
"Thank you so much Miranda! Mark was suffocating me!" I said.
"At least he was getting close to you! Did you see what Gordo was doing? He was touching me like I had some kind of deadly disease. I truly don't understand that boy. He's very sweet to me asking me to the dance and all, but then after that he hardly acts that way at all! He acts like we're just friends, and it's really starting to piss me off," Miranda said, looking into the mirror.
"Why don't you talk to him?" I asked, trying to act sympathetic towards my best friend, although I was celebrating inside. It really seemed that Gordo didn't like her!
"Believe me, I've tried." Miranda said, rolling her eyes at her reflection, and then she turned to me, leaning on the sink behind her. "It seems that everything I do or say just pushes him farther away." Her expression turned almost desperate. "I don't know what to do Lizzie!" I came up to her and hugged her. I didn't really know what else to say or do. Then I heard somebody knock on the door.
"Lizzie? Miranda? Are you in there?" Gordo called to us, and Miranda raced to the door and opened it, to see Gordo and Mark peering in. We quickly left the bathroom, and the four of us started dancing again. I was so grateful that Mark didn't try to freak dance with me. An half an hour later, another slow song came on.
"Um, Lizzie, do you wanna dance?" I turned my head to see Gordo asking me to dance. I looked over his shoulder to see Mark asking Miranda.
"Miranda's ok with it?" I asked, kind of surprised as Miranda had just told me that she wanted to be closer to Gordo.
"Yeah. We're just dancing as friends you know?" I nodded, and then I draped my arms loosely around his neck. He put his arms around my waist. I noticed that we were a lot closer to each other than Gordo and Miranda had been before, and I looked over at my boyfriend and Miranda to see that Mark was holding Miranda as close to him as I was to him before. She had her head resting on his chest, her eyes were closed, and she was smiling. Surprisingly I didn't feel any jealously at all, I just got a feeling that Miranda secretly liked Mark, although she wasn't ready to admit it yet. I moved closer to Gordo and rested my head on his shoulder (he was that tall!) and tightened my arms around his neck, and in turn he tightened his arms around my waist. I noticed that we fit perfectly with each other, and I sighed happily. He gently brushed his lips against my hair, and then as I leaned back a little to smile at him, he kissed me softly on the lips. This is where the trouble began. I kissed him back, and soon we were frenching each other. I swear I saw fireworks, and it was definitely one of those "foot-popping" kisses. Then as we ended the kiss, my eyes opened reluctantly. He smiled down at me, and was about to lean down and kiss me again, when Mark pulled his arms off of my waist. I was roughly pushed to the side, and Mark glared at Gordo.
"What the hell? Why did you kiss my girlfriend?" Mark spat out, ready to fight Gordo. A small crowd was gathering around us, and I felt like running away, away from this madness that was forming.
"Um, well... I..." Gordo stuttered, looking at the floor.
"You know Mark," Miranda said, coming between Mark and Gordo, facing Mark, her back towards me, "I really don't think it was Gordo's fault at all, although after this, I doubt I'll ever talk to him again, let alone be his girlfriend. But I think it was that little slut Lizzie McGuire's fault." After that she turned to me, her eyes spitting fire. "I can't believe you Elizabeth McGuire! One, we're best friends, and no true best friend would kiss her best friend's boyfriend. Two, you just couldn't stand that I finally had something that you wanted, and you just had to steal the one thing that made me feel happy from me, didn't you!" With that, she spun around and ran towards the back of the gym. Mark chased after her, and I turned to Gordo for help. Because, of course, we had just shared that kiss, that wonderful, awesome kiss, so he had to have some sympathy for me right? Wrong!
"Gordo..." I said, searching his eyes for some kind of compassion, but all I saw was cold.
"I think I just made the biggest mistake of my life. I'm sorry Lizzie..." With that he turned his back on me, not looking back, and walked away, towards Larry Tudgeman and his friends (surprisingly they had actually shown up.) I looked around, tears filling my eyes, searching for somebody who would take me under their wing. But nobody was there. They were all laughing at the downfall of the seemingly flawless Lizzie McGuire. Well surprise people, I'm not as happy as I seem! I headed towards the front door, heads turning to laugh about me as I walked past. I walked outside, welcoming the cool autumn air on my bare arms and legs, and then started the long walk home.
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