A/N: I'm very sad… I got only one review for the last chapter. I hate to do this, but if no one reviews, I'll stop writing the story.
Anyways, please review.
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Chapter 8:
Liz was sitting on her bed, munching on some chips when the phone rang. She stretched to answer it. "Hello?"
"Liz, it's me," said the voice from the other end of the line.
The blonde girl let out and exasperated sigh and put the purple phone back on its cradle.* Why must he keep on calling and following me around? Doesn't he get that I don't want to talk to him?* The phone rang again, two minutes later.
"Yes?" said Lizzie automatically.
"Please don't hang up."
"Urgh," Liz hung up. She leaned over and disconnected the phone. She wasn't about o listen to Anthony's excuses, she knew better than that by now.
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Meanwhile, at the Craft house:
Anthony reluctantly gave up on calling Liz. There was no point in continuing to strive to get her to talk to him. * I have to think of something to do, something that'll force her to talk to me.* Ok, that sounded a bit stalkerish. *Still, I need to do something. I just have to figure out what.*
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Liz was walking aimlessly around her room. She was pondering on what to do about Anthony. Just when she plopped down on her bed, she felt a lump under the covers. She pulled the soft fabric that was causing the bump. It was the sweatshirt Anthony had Given Liz the day they met. Emotions flooded over Liz. She sat there staring at the sweatshirt. She knew she had to give it back, but it felt like she wasn't ready to just yet. Determined on what to do, she put the sweater on and fell asleep.
The next day, when she got to school she saw him.. Once again, she was overwhelmed by the feelings she'd had before. She really did love him, but she couldn't deal with all this drama. She couldn't face all these problems.
Anthony approached her, she knew this was coming.
"Don't leave, just hear me out," he said as he unconsciously placed his hand on her arm.
"And why should I?" Anthony looked hurt as soon as the words left her mouth. She gave into his blue eyes, she couldn't help it. "Fine, speak."
"Really?" he asked surprised. He couldn't believe it. She was actually giving him a chance.
"Yeah, I guess. But not now, I have to get to class."
"Then, when?" he asked eagerly.
"Um, after school at the park. Same spot as last time."
"Ok, sure."
After school, Liz headed towards the student parking lot and got into her car. She needed to make a stop at her house before meeting Anthony at the park. The sun shined strongly, making her have to squint to see. After she had grabbed what she wanted, Liz headed to the park. Anthony was already there, standing next to a wooden bench, hands stuffed into his pockets. He looked cute and extremely vulnerable.
He noticed the blonde's presence and smiled.. "Hi."
"Hey. Just finish telling me what you wanted to say." She sat down on the bench, prepared for the bullshit she was going to feed her. Anthony sat down next to her and started explaining. While he talked, Liz was thing to herself *What a bunch of crap.* She interrupted him and said, "Stop the bullshit, You could have easily pushed her off, but you chose not to."
"Liz, I'm not bullshitting you. Why can't you just trust me?" he asked desperately.
"Trust you?! I barely even know you. And what I do know I don't really like." Liz lied, she had trusted him, but that confidence was broken the moment she saw him kissing Claire.
"You know what," she continued, "It doesn't matter. I didn't come here to believe what you were going to say. I came here to finish once and for all with this." She turned and grabbed her backpack. She took out a large, dark blue sweatshirt and threw it at him. "Here, that's the only thing I have of yours." Liz held back tears. It hurt her to say this. She didn't want to do it, but she had to. She had no other choice. "You are now officially out of my life. Forever."
Anthony stared down and the sweatshirt he held in his hands. He smelled it and his heart sunk. It smelled like her. Knowing he would probably never speak to Liz again, he sunk back into the bench."You're wrong," he whispered softly. "You have my heart too." Liz hadn't heard any of this, she was already driving off.
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A/N: The last lines were so corny, it disgusts even me. Oh well.
