Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire or any characters here except Byron, and maybe his parents - introduced in this chapter.

Authors Note: This chapter has some violence and 'curse' words.

"Byron, I think you should take things slower with your girlfriend, Miranda is it? Byron's mother spoke to him as she grabbed her coat.

"Yes," his dad put in, "I know you think you are in love with this girl, but you are so young, and well, love is a powerful thing. Are we getting through to you?" He looked at his son, intently.

"Of course." Byron rolled his eyes, and with out actually pushing them out the door, managed to get them to hurry with their departure. He looked at his watch - 7:56. Four minutes. He sat down and stared at the door, not blinking.

Suddenly the door bell rang. Byron blinked, stood up and looked at his watch and grinned - 8:00. "I've never known Randa to be so punctual." He said quietly.

He opened the door with a big grin - "Ra-" He stopped. It wasn't "Randa" at the door. "Lizzie, Gordo to what do I owe this surprise?" He winked at Lizzie. Lizzie shivered violently. "Please do come in."

He opened the door wider to let them both in, and closed the door behind them. Byron looked at his watch. "Hm." he whispered.

Gordo and Lizzie saw him look at his watch even though the action was subtle. "Miranda is not coming." Gordo spoke in a matter of fact way.

"What are you talking about?" Byron had a weird look on his face, which seemed to be made up of many emotions.

"Look, Byron. I know what's going on." Lizzie stopped and looked at Gordo. "We both know what's going on."

"Ah well that makes the two of you, because I still have absolutely know idea what you are talking about." Byron now was totally serious.

"You've been hurting Miranda, beating her up and being altogether mean to her." Gordo spoke this time, not phrasing his words too carefully.

"Gordo!" Lizzie hissed and jabbed him. Although that was exactly what she was thinking.

"What! I would never hurt Miranda!" He turned and looked at Gordo with a fire in his eyes. "Oh I get it, you are jealous! I knew Miranda was cheating on me with you! You're just jealous because she loves me, not you, me! Always and forever!"

Gordo backed away slowly waving his arms, "No, no, man, you have it all wrong I would never do that!" Somehow the tables were being turned against Gordo.

"No you're just some asshole son of a bitch!" Byron had become a crazy man, waving his arms and practically pushing Gordo against the door.

Lizzie, not thinking clearly, grabbed Byron's arm. "I won't let you hurt him! He's not some bastard like you; he would never hurt his girlfriend!"

"Oh really," he said turning his attention to Lizzie. "Well, then I hope you enjoy this!" He raised his hand up and Lizzie flinched instinctively. It wasn't aimed for Lizzie though, and hit unsuspecting Gordo right on his side, pushing him into the heavy ceramic pot on a stand on the side of the door. Gordo tripped and his head fell onto the now shattered pot. Instantly he became unconscious and blood oozed out of wounds on his head.

Byron looked down horrified and raised his head. Lizzie could see the tears in his eyes. They were genuine. "I didn't mean to hurt Miranda." He spoke softly, choking on his words. He looked into Lizzie's eyes than ran out the back door.

Outside Lizzie could hear police sirens coming closer. They were going to stop here. She looked down at Gordo, sadly. "I know you didn't, Byron. But you did." He was already gone, though. She sighed softly and fainted on the ground, her head lying right next to Gordo's.