Gordo trudged his way to his locker. He pulled out his books and closed the locker door.

He still couldn't think about Lizzie. It gave him a queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. They were still friends, but he couldn't understand why. At least Miranda and I still go out, and do stuff. And she and Miranda do stuff. Lizzie and Iour friendship is a joke. What do we have in common, besides Miranda? Something in his head made him have a sudden change of heart. But why is it that I can't imagine myself without her?

"Hey, Gordo!" He saw his friend approaching him. Speak of the devil, he thought. "Can you believe that? Ethan CRAFT is in MY English Lit class! He was so about to ask me out! And it's only the first day of school!" Gordo didn't care what they talked about, as long as it wasn't Ethan Craft.

"Yeah, well. School days'll pass." What? That didn't even make any sense. Lizzie stared thoughtfully up at the ceiling.

"You know what?" Oh man, what have I started now? "You're right." II am? "I should say yes. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity." I said that? "He may never ask me out again." That's not what I was saying. "You're such a good friend, Gordo."

She hugged him and smiled.

"I'll see you at lunch. Maybe earlier." She started to walk away.

"ButLizzie!" He screamed after her, but she didn't hear.

RIIIIIIIIIIING.

The late bell.

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Gordo grabbed the doorknob, and threw the door open. He walked into the room, full of teenagers staring at him. He panted. He had run up the stairs, and sprinted around the hallway, looking for Room 208.

"Nice of you to join us," the old male teacher said to him, in a kind tone. "Name?"

"Gor---GordonDavid Gordon." He stumbled on his words.

"Okay, Mr. Gordon. Take a seat." Gordo scanned the classroom for an empty chair, but he only found one. By not getting there early, he had missed his chance to pick his own lab partner. The last chair left was next to a meek-looking girl with mousy brown hair. Her eyes were glancing downward. She didn't look too friendly.

"Can I sit here?" he asked, hopefully, especially considering there weren't any other seats in the room.

"Sure," the girl mumbled. He placed his books on the table, and took his seat. Sporadic giggles could be heard from other students. The whole class was watching their little affair. Gordo turned red, but the girl didn't even notice. She was busy chipping old nail polish off her fingernails.

"Now that we're all here, let's begin," the teacher announced. "Please read pages 7 to 10, and answer the questions on page 10. Then we'll begin today's lesson." Gordo opened up his book and only read a paragraph before he realized that the girl next to him still was just sitting there.

"Aren't you gonna read?" he whispered to the girl.

"Don't have my book," she said coldly. She still made no eye contact with him.

"Well, we could uh, share my book?" he said, more of a question than a suggestion.

"Really?" She finally looked up at him. He stared back at her deep green eyes. After a second or two, they both shook off the feeling, and he moved the book to a spot on the table where they could both see it. They said nothing to each other for the rest of the period.

Then, when the bell rang for change of class, the girl zoomed out of the room as fast as she could. Gordo had to almost chase after her. When he finally reached her, he was exhausted.

"What do you want?" Wait, do I have the right person?

"Could you just.tell me your name?"

"My name is Carly." She walked away.

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Gordo took his tray and found Lizzie and Miranda sitting at a table with a couple of other girls, across the cafeteria from him. He walked uncomfortably towards them, passing by tons of juniors who looked like they could've been 30. When he got to the table, there was one seat left. So they didn't forget me.

He sat down. He was starving. He immediately began to eat everything on his plate.

"A 'hello' would be nice," Miranda said to him.

"Sorry. Hungry. Must eat," he said before taking another bite ofwhatever it was.

"We apologize for his behavior," Miranda smirked.

"We understand," one girl said.

"Boys will be boys!" the other girl said. The three of them giggled.

"Anyway, this is our friend, Gordo. Gordo, these are girls from our 4th period geology class, Nikki" She pointed to the redhead. "and Kelly". She pointed to the girl with way too much makeup on. "They're sophomores," she said, with an extra emphasis on "sophomores".

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," the girls spoke in unison. After an awkward moment of silence, Kelly spoke up again. "I think we should be on our way now. We've got more freshmen to meet. I hope you understand."

"Of course!" Miranda was sucking up big time.

"Toodles," Nikki said, as she and Kelly walked to another table.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, I really think they liked us!" She squealed to Lizzie.

"Huh?" Lizzie blinked.

"Have you been listening at all?" Miranda was angry.

"II'm sorry. I was just thinking about other things," She spoke unusually quietly.

"Whatever." Miranda got up and went to the table where Kelly had gone.

Gordo and Lizzie were both sitting there, thinking. He woke up first.

"Lizzie, are you okay?" What's wrong with me? It's times like these. I can't hate Lizzie. It's not possible for me. No matter how much she ever hates me.

"Y-yeah, why?"

"You keep trying to take a drink out of your milk carton."

"So?"

"Your milk carton is empty."

"Oh." She didn't even look slightly amused.

"Sois there anythingwrong?" She looked up into his eyes. He felt like an idiot. I shouldn't have brought it up. Whatever "it" is.

"I've just got a few things on my mind. I'm okay." She faked a smile. He didn't even try to get it out of her. If she wants to tell me, I'll let her come to me. That's usually how it works. But just when the conversation was virtually over, Lizzie spoke again.

"High school is a confusing place. You know? People don't care about other people's feelings. No one cares for each other. They pretend to, but they don't. It's all about yourself in high school. People are just so ignorant. If people just cared, life would be so much better. For everyone."

"I know." That's when Gordo realized what he had in common with Lizzie.

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[A/N: I'm such a goofy person, that I don't like writing these notes, because I'm afraid I'll ruin the mood of the story. So I'll leave it: please review. Thanks.

FYI: I'm up to at least chapter 3 on all of my stories. So congratulate me. Ha, just kidding.]