~Guess what everybody? My birthday was December 31st, lol I'm sure you
don't care at all but I just felt like telling everybody. Anyway, now I'm
15. Ok well I don't own Lizzie McGuire, and you don't own Mark, Kayla, or
Tom. Got it? Good. Don't forget to review if you haven't already (thanks to
the people who already have), and most importantly ENJOY! ~
Chapter 10-
A few weeks had passed, and I was officially considered a "computer nerd" (even though I wasn't that into computers.) Which is definitely not as bad as being a social outcast, believe me. At least I had friends! Even though they were Larry Tudgeman and his friends, but oh well. They were better than no friends at all, and I came to realize that they were deeply misunderstood. They were actually pretty cool in their own strange way, and they made me laugh all the time. I started to wear my old clothes again (who said that a nerd couldn't look good?). Gordo and I had also officially become a couple. Mark didn't even care that much, he was pretty supportive of us, and Mark and I became really good friends. I would have to say my two best friends then were Gordo and Mark. Gordo and I, of course, were also more than friends, but I could tell him everything, (well not exactly everything) and he did the same. Mark and I had the same kind of friendship, and in early March he started confessing to me that he still liked Miranda. I think all three of us missed her. Me especially. I missed having a girl around, as I was the only girl in our little group of friends. I wanted to had sleepovers again, giving eachother makeovers and playing truth or dare. You couldn't really do that with a guy. For one thing, my mom would never let Mark and Gordo sleepover (especially Gordo), and even if she did, it wouldn't have been the same. I wanted desperately to shake Miranda as I passed her in the halls, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please be my best friend again!" But if I had done that she probably would have just laughed in my face and walked away, or say some little one liner that was designed to shatter me into little pieces. She had become a major bitch, just like Kate, and everyone who wasn't "popular" knew it. She had made it her mission to insult every single one of the people who weren't one of her friends, Mark, Gordo, and I included. I was convinced that Kate and Miranda had actually started an "I hate Lizzie McGuire Club", because everywhere I went, I was met with a glare from either themselves or one of their little friends. Miranda got worse every day. She thought, that because she only a sophomore and she was dating a senior, she was better than everyone else. But I had heard that Tom was starting to get "restless", and had made-out (and maybe had gotten farther) with more than ten girls at parties while Miranda was too drunk to care. Nobody had told her though, I think they just wanted to see what happened when she actually caught him. Which was kinda evil, and I knew I should have done something, but I had two reasons for not saying anything. One: She wouldn't of believed me anyway, and Two: I was into teenage drama just as much as the next person, and maybe she would blow up at him in the middle of the hallway, providing entertainment for everyone. Ok so I realize it was very evil of me to think that, but I also had this little glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, if she broke up with him, she would come running back to me.
Anyway, one day Mark and I were eating lunch together, (Gordo had to talk to a teacher about extra credit). Miranda, Kate, and Kayla had just breezed past our table without giving us a second glance. Mark's blue eyes followed Miranda as she sat down at a table a little bit away from us.
"Mark, don't waste your thoughts on her. She's not worth it, and you know she doesn't give a damn about any of us anymore." I said, softly, after following his gaze. I know that sounds a little harsh, but we had decided that we would be to the point if one of us were wasting our time on something. (Mark and I had explained to Gordo several times that he didn't need to do extra credit as he was getting As in every single subject, but would he listen? Nooooo...not Gordo. Why waste your time having fun if you could be upping your grades from a plain old A to an A+?)
Mark sighed, and looked down at his untouched "mystery meat". "I know Lizzie, but it's so hard! Why did she change so much?" He said, and looked up at me. The look on his face almost broke my heart. I felt like killing my ex-best friend. Couldn't she see how much pain she was inflicting on me, Gordo, and Mark? Especially Mark? It was definetly unrequited love, even though I was pretty sure it hadn't been before the kiss. I suddenly felt immensely guilty. It was my fault Miranda had changed so much, it was my fault that Mark was so unhappy.
"Oh my God Mark, I'm so sorry! I feel so bad." I said, and he looked at me, confused.
"What? Lizzie, it's not your fault that Miranda is acting like a bitch. She made the decision to change, you didn't make her!" He exclaimed.
"But.... it is sort of my fault, because if I hadn't of kissed Gordo... then none of this would have happened," I said, and now it was my turn to look down at my food.
"No, no, no Lizzie! Don't say that! It's not your fault ok? You have to understand that! And even if it was your fault, I wouldn't blame you." Mark said intently.
"What wouldn't you blame her for?" Gordo said, sliding into the chair next to me, and then after that he turned my head so I was facing him, and kissed me softly on the lips. "Hey Lizzie, I missed you," he said softly, so I only could hear.
I kissed him back softly and then said, "I missed you too."
"So, what wouldn't you blame her for Mark?" Gordo asked, after smiling at me for a while.
"Well Gordo, your girlfriend here got it into her head that it was her fault that Miranda turned into a clone of Kate. And I was saying even if it was her fault I wouldn't get mad at her or anything because even though Lizzie had kissed you, it was Miranda's decision to change so much." Mark said.
Just then the bell rang, so I got up and said, "Well, I have to run to the toilet, I'll see you two in class." I didn't notice that Miranda just got up and was heading to the same door as I was behind me. I got into the bathroom and after I flushed, I washed my hands and then looked my self in the mirror. I reapplied my lip-gloss and was about to take out my brush from my bag when Miranda came out of one of the stalls. She brushed past me, washed her hands, and then started applying another layer of makeup on her already makeup-laden face.
"Uh... Hi..." I said, after I had worked up the courage to actually talk to my ex-best friend.
She turned to look at me and raised one perfectly waxed eyebrow. "Are you talking to me?"
"Well... yeah... there isn't really anyone else in here is there?" I said. She rolled her eyes.
"Why would I care?" She started to go back to putting more mascara on her eyelashes.
"Wait... Miranda....Look I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have kissed Gordo. I miss having you as my best friend. Forgive me?" I said, hoping that Miranda would forgive me right there on the spot. For a minute there we just stared at each other, and I thought that I saw something that resembled kindness in her eyes. But then the wall of ice that had blocked any emotion from her eyes went up again, and she glared at me.
"No, I do not forgive you. I'm sorry, but you are a loser, and I do not talk with losers, nor do I talk about what happened in the past with losers, nor do I forgive losers. Ok? Got it? Well I must go or people might actually think that I'm a loser too." With that she turned on her heel and walked out of the bathroom, her head held high. I watched her go, feeling like I was going to explode! What right did she have to treat me like that? I was sorry, and I was ready to admit that I was wrong, and she didn't treat me with any kind of respect. Now I didn't even care that much if Tom did dump her. She deserved it.
~Seems like Miranda will never change her ways! Or will she? Will Mark ever move on? Stay tuned to find out lol! Don't forget to review!~
Chapter 10-
A few weeks had passed, and I was officially considered a "computer nerd" (even though I wasn't that into computers.) Which is definitely not as bad as being a social outcast, believe me. At least I had friends! Even though they were Larry Tudgeman and his friends, but oh well. They were better than no friends at all, and I came to realize that they were deeply misunderstood. They were actually pretty cool in their own strange way, and they made me laugh all the time. I started to wear my old clothes again (who said that a nerd couldn't look good?). Gordo and I had also officially become a couple. Mark didn't even care that much, he was pretty supportive of us, and Mark and I became really good friends. I would have to say my two best friends then were Gordo and Mark. Gordo and I, of course, were also more than friends, but I could tell him everything, (well not exactly everything) and he did the same. Mark and I had the same kind of friendship, and in early March he started confessing to me that he still liked Miranda. I think all three of us missed her. Me especially. I missed having a girl around, as I was the only girl in our little group of friends. I wanted to had sleepovers again, giving eachother makeovers and playing truth or dare. You couldn't really do that with a guy. For one thing, my mom would never let Mark and Gordo sleepover (especially Gordo), and even if she did, it wouldn't have been the same. I wanted desperately to shake Miranda as I passed her in the halls, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please be my best friend again!" But if I had done that she probably would have just laughed in my face and walked away, or say some little one liner that was designed to shatter me into little pieces. She had become a major bitch, just like Kate, and everyone who wasn't "popular" knew it. She had made it her mission to insult every single one of the people who weren't one of her friends, Mark, Gordo, and I included. I was convinced that Kate and Miranda had actually started an "I hate Lizzie McGuire Club", because everywhere I went, I was met with a glare from either themselves or one of their little friends. Miranda got worse every day. She thought, that because she only a sophomore and she was dating a senior, she was better than everyone else. But I had heard that Tom was starting to get "restless", and had made-out (and maybe had gotten farther) with more than ten girls at parties while Miranda was too drunk to care. Nobody had told her though, I think they just wanted to see what happened when she actually caught him. Which was kinda evil, and I knew I should have done something, but I had two reasons for not saying anything. One: She wouldn't of believed me anyway, and Two: I was into teenage drama just as much as the next person, and maybe she would blow up at him in the middle of the hallway, providing entertainment for everyone. Ok so I realize it was very evil of me to think that, but I also had this little glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, if she broke up with him, she would come running back to me.
Anyway, one day Mark and I were eating lunch together, (Gordo had to talk to a teacher about extra credit). Miranda, Kate, and Kayla had just breezed past our table without giving us a second glance. Mark's blue eyes followed Miranda as she sat down at a table a little bit away from us.
"Mark, don't waste your thoughts on her. She's not worth it, and you know she doesn't give a damn about any of us anymore." I said, softly, after following his gaze. I know that sounds a little harsh, but we had decided that we would be to the point if one of us were wasting our time on something. (Mark and I had explained to Gordo several times that he didn't need to do extra credit as he was getting As in every single subject, but would he listen? Nooooo...not Gordo. Why waste your time having fun if you could be upping your grades from a plain old A to an A+?)
Mark sighed, and looked down at his untouched "mystery meat". "I know Lizzie, but it's so hard! Why did she change so much?" He said, and looked up at me. The look on his face almost broke my heart. I felt like killing my ex-best friend. Couldn't she see how much pain she was inflicting on me, Gordo, and Mark? Especially Mark? It was definetly unrequited love, even though I was pretty sure it hadn't been before the kiss. I suddenly felt immensely guilty. It was my fault Miranda had changed so much, it was my fault that Mark was so unhappy.
"Oh my God Mark, I'm so sorry! I feel so bad." I said, and he looked at me, confused.
"What? Lizzie, it's not your fault that Miranda is acting like a bitch. She made the decision to change, you didn't make her!" He exclaimed.
"But.... it is sort of my fault, because if I hadn't of kissed Gordo... then none of this would have happened," I said, and now it was my turn to look down at my food.
"No, no, no Lizzie! Don't say that! It's not your fault ok? You have to understand that! And even if it was your fault, I wouldn't blame you." Mark said intently.
"What wouldn't you blame her for?" Gordo said, sliding into the chair next to me, and then after that he turned my head so I was facing him, and kissed me softly on the lips. "Hey Lizzie, I missed you," he said softly, so I only could hear.
I kissed him back softly and then said, "I missed you too."
"So, what wouldn't you blame her for Mark?" Gordo asked, after smiling at me for a while.
"Well Gordo, your girlfriend here got it into her head that it was her fault that Miranda turned into a clone of Kate. And I was saying even if it was her fault I wouldn't get mad at her or anything because even though Lizzie had kissed you, it was Miranda's decision to change so much." Mark said.
Just then the bell rang, so I got up and said, "Well, I have to run to the toilet, I'll see you two in class." I didn't notice that Miranda just got up and was heading to the same door as I was behind me. I got into the bathroom and after I flushed, I washed my hands and then looked my self in the mirror. I reapplied my lip-gloss and was about to take out my brush from my bag when Miranda came out of one of the stalls. She brushed past me, washed her hands, and then started applying another layer of makeup on her already makeup-laden face.
"Uh... Hi..." I said, after I had worked up the courage to actually talk to my ex-best friend.
She turned to look at me and raised one perfectly waxed eyebrow. "Are you talking to me?"
"Well... yeah... there isn't really anyone else in here is there?" I said. She rolled her eyes.
"Why would I care?" She started to go back to putting more mascara on her eyelashes.
"Wait... Miranda....Look I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have kissed Gordo. I miss having you as my best friend. Forgive me?" I said, hoping that Miranda would forgive me right there on the spot. For a minute there we just stared at each other, and I thought that I saw something that resembled kindness in her eyes. But then the wall of ice that had blocked any emotion from her eyes went up again, and she glared at me.
"No, I do not forgive you. I'm sorry, but you are a loser, and I do not talk with losers, nor do I talk about what happened in the past with losers, nor do I forgive losers. Ok? Got it? Well I must go or people might actually think that I'm a loser too." With that she turned on her heel and walked out of the bathroom, her head held high. I watched her go, feeling like I was going to explode! What right did she have to treat me like that? I was sorry, and I was ready to admit that I was wrong, and she didn't treat me with any kind of respect. Now I didn't even care that much if Tom did dump her. She deserved it.
~Seems like Miranda will never change her ways! Or will she? Will Mark ever move on? Stay tuned to find out lol! Don't forget to review!~