Chapter 2 --

Kate.

"Hey Lizzie!" Kate called, approaching me.

Inside my head, I was groaning. First, Miranda, then, Gordo. Could this day turn even worse? I tried to hide my nose with my hand, pretending that the scent of Kate didn't please me.

"What?" I asked casually, srunching up my nose so she would get the hint that i don't like her smell.

Kate raised an eye brow. "Don't 'what' me, McGuire."

I rolled my eyes. Kate is not gonna ruin my day.

"Don't touch your pimple, Lizzie! It will cause germs to spread around and you wouldn't like the results," Gordo warned.

COULD YOU JUST MIND YOUR OWN BEESWAX!!! I felt like screaming. Instead of being thankful for Gordo's advice, I felt like bumping his head on my Dad's gnomes. I glared at him. Okay, so i'm trapped. I left my hand on my nose, knowing that Kate and her cronies are going to ruin my day no matter what.

"Eeew, Lizzie, what's that thing on your nose?" Kate said, her voice exaggerating. Kate and the other cheerleaders had identical expresions on their faces.

Ugh! The only thing I did was looking at the ground. "Wrong move, McGuire!" I thought to myself. Looking at the ground is what a perfect loser would do.

"Lizzie and Her Pimple," Kate was looking at the sky dreamily. "That's a perfect name! 'Lizzie and Her Pimple!'"

The other cheerleaders nodded in agreement.

Lame name, Kate.

"Lame-oh!" Miranda said. I feel very happy. At least Miranda was supporting me.

"Lizzie, Lizzie with a Zitty is way cooler, Kate. Lizzie and her Pimple is the dumbest title I ever heard," Miranda said.



Did I just said that Miranda was supporting me?' Because Miranda is now on my Who-to-Hit list. She's the second person i'm going to hit on Dad's gnomes.

Kate had a moment to think about it. Kate Sanders never ran out of words, at least until now. But then, I don't like the look on her face. It looked smug.

"Thanks, Sanchez!" Kate is *very* amused. "In fact, you have very good taste on making names. Lizzie, Lizzie, with a Zitty is *real* cool. Right?" she turned to the bunch of cheerleaders behind her back. "Right" is more like a command than a questions as Claire and the others agreed.

Miranda was *sooo* happy. She looked like she won a million dollars in the lottery. I wanted to strangle her and wipe the smile planted on her face.

"Ugh!" I screamed. I really had enough. I ran to the nearest bathroom.

Author's Notes: Okay, i know, I know, the ending is a bit awkward and this whole chapter sucks. Sorry! But I promise chapter 3 will be up tomorrow and I ain't kidding. But I really hope you review and tell me what you think! Lol. So anywayz, here's what I have to say about the first 6 reviews I recieved:

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