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Chapter Eleven- Totally Confused
Gordo, Mark, Larry, and I were hanging out by my locker before my first period class. Larry was telling us about his weekend trip to his aunt's house, and he swore that he hooked up with some "fair maiden" while there, though none of us believed him. Gordo had his arm around my waist, leaning on the locker, and my head was resting on his shoulder. He smelled so good, and I felt so safe and comfortable, laughing with my friends. Then something caught my eye that made me lift my head off Gordo's shoulder. Miranda was walking down the hall, by herself, a scene which one didn't see often. Her eyes were fixed into a glare. But for once, this glare was not aimed at me. It was aimed at something behind me. I turned around to see what it was, and my eyes widened. Tom McNally, Miranda's hot quarterback boyfriend, had Kate pushed against the lockers, making out with her. Miranda walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Tom, what do you think you're doing?" My ex-best friend spat out, glaring at the pair. Kate straightened out her shirt and smoothed her hair, and then she put her hands on her hips and smiled smugly. I wanted to turn away from the scene in front of me, but I couldn't.
"Nothing Randa, that little slut you call a friend forced herself on me. Seriously, you should find friends who won't backstab you like that. I was about to pull away when you came. Forgive me?" He said, looking into her eyes and smiled what he thought was a regretful smile. But Miranda wasn't falling for it.
"Oh yeah. I am so sure. That's why I saw you start it. And that's why I saw you push her against that locker," Miranda said sarcastically, her eyes flashing as she turned to Kate. "And you, Kate, I thought you had changed. And I thought we were friends. You little bitch. Don't ever come near me again. I can't believe I didn't see you were a slut from the beginning." Miranda's eyes were filled with hurt for a second, but then they turned hard again as she reached out and slapped Kate, and then turned and slapped Tom. "Tom, we're through. I won't miss you at all." She turned around and ran right towards the bathroom. I looked after her and sighed as the bell rang. We ran to our next class. We were late, but our teacher forgave us as we were only one minute late. Miranda still hadn't showed up fifteen minutes later, and I was getting worried, even though I knew I shouldn't have. I was about to raise my hand and ask to go to the bathroom when Miranda walked in. As the only seat that wasn't taken was next to me, she gave a late pass to the teacher and then slid into the seat. She tried to make eye contact with me, but I just looked straight ahead and thought "Don't think about her anymore. Don't think about her anymore. She's not worth it. She's not worth it.". My thoughts were cut off by a note landing on my desk. I opened it when I knew the teacher wasn't looking at me, and read it quickly.
Lizzie, I know you hate me now. I don't blame you. What I did was totally out of hand. I just was upset that you "betrayed" me, even though I knew (even then) that Gordo wasn't the one for me. Mark was (and still is). I should have seen it then, but I didn't, and now I feel like a massive idiot. I know that I shouldn't ask for a second chance because of the way I treated you, but I guess I can try. Lizzie, will you forgive me?? ~Randa
I looked up, surprised. Miranda flashed me a nervous smile. I didn't know what to do. Miranda was admitting she was wrong? And asking for forgiveness? What was I supposed to do?
I don't know Miranda, I just don't know. Give me some time to think it over ok?
I passed the note to her and as she read it, her shoulders visibly slumped. I suddenly wished I hadn't of sent that note. What kind of best friend was I anyway? Wasn't I supposed to be there for her always? But she wasn't when I needed her. I was so confused.
~Oh my. What shall Lizzie do? Keep reading and reviewing! I'm sorry this was so short. The story is almost done though! Woo!~
Chapter Eleven- Totally Confused
Gordo, Mark, Larry, and I were hanging out by my locker before my first period class. Larry was telling us about his weekend trip to his aunt's house, and he swore that he hooked up with some "fair maiden" while there, though none of us believed him. Gordo had his arm around my waist, leaning on the locker, and my head was resting on his shoulder. He smelled so good, and I felt so safe and comfortable, laughing with my friends. Then something caught my eye that made me lift my head off Gordo's shoulder. Miranda was walking down the hall, by herself, a scene which one didn't see often. Her eyes were fixed into a glare. But for once, this glare was not aimed at me. It was aimed at something behind me. I turned around to see what it was, and my eyes widened. Tom McNally, Miranda's hot quarterback boyfriend, had Kate pushed against the lockers, making out with her. Miranda walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Tom, what do you think you're doing?" My ex-best friend spat out, glaring at the pair. Kate straightened out her shirt and smoothed her hair, and then she put her hands on her hips and smiled smugly. I wanted to turn away from the scene in front of me, but I couldn't.
"Nothing Randa, that little slut you call a friend forced herself on me. Seriously, you should find friends who won't backstab you like that. I was about to pull away when you came. Forgive me?" He said, looking into her eyes and smiled what he thought was a regretful smile. But Miranda wasn't falling for it.
"Oh yeah. I am so sure. That's why I saw you start it. And that's why I saw you push her against that locker," Miranda said sarcastically, her eyes flashing as she turned to Kate. "And you, Kate, I thought you had changed. And I thought we were friends. You little bitch. Don't ever come near me again. I can't believe I didn't see you were a slut from the beginning." Miranda's eyes were filled with hurt for a second, but then they turned hard again as she reached out and slapped Kate, and then turned and slapped Tom. "Tom, we're through. I won't miss you at all." She turned around and ran right towards the bathroom. I looked after her and sighed as the bell rang. We ran to our next class. We were late, but our teacher forgave us as we were only one minute late. Miranda still hadn't showed up fifteen minutes later, and I was getting worried, even though I knew I shouldn't have. I was about to raise my hand and ask to go to the bathroom when Miranda walked in. As the only seat that wasn't taken was next to me, she gave a late pass to the teacher and then slid into the seat. She tried to make eye contact with me, but I just looked straight ahead and thought "Don't think about her anymore. Don't think about her anymore. She's not worth it. She's not worth it.". My thoughts were cut off by a note landing on my desk. I opened it when I knew the teacher wasn't looking at me, and read it quickly.
Lizzie, I know you hate me now. I don't blame you. What I did was totally out of hand. I just was upset that you "betrayed" me, even though I knew (even then) that Gordo wasn't the one for me. Mark was (and still is). I should have seen it then, but I didn't, and now I feel like a massive idiot. I know that I shouldn't ask for a second chance because of the way I treated you, but I guess I can try. Lizzie, will you forgive me?? ~Randa
I looked up, surprised. Miranda flashed me a nervous smile. I didn't know what to do. Miranda was admitting she was wrong? And asking for forgiveness? What was I supposed to do?
I don't know Miranda, I just don't know. Give me some time to think it over ok?
I passed the note to her and as she read it, her shoulders visibly slumped. I suddenly wished I hadn't of sent that note. What kind of best friend was I anyway? Wasn't I supposed to be there for her always? But she wasn't when I needed her. I was so confused.
~Oh my. What shall Lizzie do? Keep reading and reviewing! I'm sorry this was so short. The story is almost done though! Woo!~