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Chapter Six:
Gordo's Viewpoint:
It was the next morning and I had woken up already feeling nervous. The first thought that entered my mind was that today was the day I would finally confess to Lizzie how I felt about her. How did I feel? Nauseous. I wasn't sure how she'd react. Miranda always seemed to positive and optimistic, but she could have been sparing my feelings. Then again, why would she do that? I've told her tons of times that I could handle her honest opinions – no matter how harsh. I tried to push everything out of my head. It was a merely nervous reaction that would brush off if I let my mind wander onto other topics. It was going to be tough, but as I continued my 'morning routine' I tried my best to think of other things.
An hour or so later, I had arrived at school. I wasn't used to be there this early, but I needed to ensure that I could beat Lizzie to her locker. I met Miranda in front of her locker and we immediately devised a plan to make this as subtle as possible. Sure, there weren't many people in the halls yet, but this is middle school. Whenever you think no one is watching you, there's someone lurking around in the shadows to turn your actions against you.
We started operation and ventured towards Lizzie's locker. We both looked out for any potentially dangerous persons near us. When we were sure everything was clear, I quickly walked to Lizzie's locker and shoved the poem through the air holes. I turned around and bumped straight into Larry Tudgeman. I sighed heavily. Even with the utmost precautions, I still got caught. Another reason to absolutely despise adolescent years and middle school.
"So." Larry began "A little love note for Lizzie?" He continued, accentuating his alliterations.
"It's nothing, Tudgeman. Mind your own business." I said as I frowned at him.
"What? Are you embarrassed? It's not like it's any big surprise that you like the lovely Miss Mcguire." He smiled slyly. Just then Miranda walked up and stood next to me.
"Hey Gordo, I need your help on this math problem." She said as she pointed to a piece of paper. Leave it to Miranda to save me from this situation with a fake quandary.
"Oh, right away." I smiled at her. "Listen, sorry Tudgeman. Duty calls! Nice talking to you though." I said quickly and the two of us walked away. Larry stood there looking dumbounded.
"Hey, wait a second!" He shouted.
"Oh, Hey Tudgeman!" Miranda turned and said as we walked away. "Didn't see you there."
We reached her locker and laughed at poor Tudgeman's expense. I thanked her repeatedly; she really saved me back there. Just then I heard the Ethan Craft's voice booming through the hallways.
"Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie!" He said cheerfully. My stomach jumped up into my throat. "How are you doing this fine morning?" I didn't hear her response because she's not as boisterous as Ethan. I felt my palms becoming sweaty and I looked at Miranda.
"Deep breaths, you're fine. Nothing's even happened yet." She assured me.
"But…but.. in a few minutes she'll be reading the poem. She'll know how I feel about her. This could completely and utterly destroy our friendship. I could lose her, Miranda." I was panicking. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. The thought of losing Lizzie as my best friend was absolutely terrifying.
"This could also create something really amazing, Gordo. I'm not saying you have to be completely optimistic about this, I'm saying don't make any assumptions until you're sure of what's happening." She said. "You never know. Lizzie could feel the same way."
"I hope you're right." I said. I peered around the corner and there she was… holding the paper, reading. I felt like I was about to pass out… or possibly even throw up. I had always been such a calm guy, where did all of my placidness go?