Fallen Angel
Two Weeks Later
Lizzie sat uneasily on her bed, as she conjugated irregular verbs in Spanish. She had seized her feelings of Gordo to herself. Mostly because she didn't know what those feelings were, why there were there, and how they had gotten there. Things were going ok at school; she could talk to him with less pressure than what it had been at first, she would just brush off the attraction some how, like rummaging through her bag. She knew that Gordo would never think of her the same if he knew, if he really knew. So she couldn't let that happen. But Lizzie was never one to keep secrets. She knew, in the back of her mind that he would eventually find out. But that couldn't happen anytime soon, especially with this new girl.
Lizzie could get the image of this girl very clearly. Her name was Julia Felter. She had shoulder length brown hair, which was perfectly layered all around. Lizzie knew she didn't like this girl. She had light blue eyes, like and angel. But all Lizzie saw her, as was a fallen angel. She'd walk through the hall and give everyone fake smiles, and Gordo was already twisted in her hallo. And the scary thing is about this girl, everyone seemed to like her. Kate was decent, which is a lot more than other people can say. And it seemed like almost all the guys literally lusted over her. And for some odd reason, she had chosen Gordo. But something nagged in the back of Lizzie's head. It was saying: oh, you know why.
It was that Gordo had somehow gotten extremely attractive over 3 months, and because Lizzie was stupid, she didn't do anything to get what she wanted, and so she got to sit in her room, all alone with only her Spanish book. That's what Lizzie knew, and apparently what she knew, was far too dull.
Ring Lizzie got up lazily and stared at the phone debating whether she should pick it up, or let the machine get it. Sighing heavily, Lizzie reached down to pick the phone off the consol. As it rang, it called out in her mind what she wished wouldn't be said the most. It told her that she needed a reality check. That she needed to pull herself together-
Lizzie: in a quick-tempered voice Hello?
Miranda: concerned voice Lizzie, are you ok?
Lizzie: Yeah, I'm-I'm fine. I just have a headache, and the phone keeps telling-Um, never mind.
Miranda: Lizzie, did you just say that your phone, talks to you?
Lizzie: Just drop it ok? Hey, I need to get out of the house. Do you want to meet me at the Digital Bean, in about 15 minutes?
Miranda: Ooook. But you're gonna tell me about those conversations with your phone when we get there.
Lizzie: Ha, ha. All I can tell you is that it doesn't shut up when it's already said what I don't need to hear.
But Lizzie was talking to a dial tone. Her friends have deserted her, whether they knew it or not. Gordo was caught up in his new girlfriend, even though Lizzie was sure that Julia though of him as "Flavor of the Week".
As Lizzie walked to the Digital Bean, she recalled what had happened within the last two weeks. Lizzie thought she had feelings for Gordo, wait-the feelings were unmistakable. She knew more than ever now, that she had fallen in love with Gordo. But now, now it was simply too late for that. Gordo had a girlfriend. He was definitely serious about her too. She had seen the way they had stared into each other's eyes before they shared a highly intimate, very public first kiss in the hallway, a few days ago. Lizzie knew that stare. She had had it with Ronny. She though she was in love with him, but she didn't know love could feel like this. But the moment she experienced something so joyful, something so relieving, it had been snatched away, yet again. And this time, by the same reason. Another girl. Before Lizzie had realized what was happening, she found herself sitting on a solemn bench, lined along the desolate sidewalk. In almost an instant, Lizzie felt tears burning in the corners of her eyes. She went to rub them, but she just didn't have enough energy. She felt every remote moment she had ever shared with Gordo that even brought a smile to her face wash away in a flurry of emotions. She had lost one of the best treasures in her life. She had lost it, to her astonishment, before she had even realized she had it.
Lizzie burst through the doors to the Digital Bean, determined to get to the bathroom before anyone she knew saw her. She pushed her way past crowds of people, and knocked an iced mocha-chino right off a bus-boys tray. Not like she meant to, but her eyes were so filled with tears, the only remote resemblance between people came out as blurry ghosts. One blurry ghost past her after another, until she made her way to the ladies' room and pushed the door open with all her strength. Lizzie turned the corner and faced the mirror, instantly reaching for a paper towel, and soap. Then a voice behind her stopped her dead in her tracks.
Gordo: Lizzie? What are you doing in here?
Gordo took a long look at Lizzie's reflection in the mirror. His brow furred, and Lizzie's eyes watered much harder then they had before. Gordo walked closer to her, and put his hand on her shoulder. This sent shivers throughout her entire body, and her arm was cold to touch.
Gordo: Are you ok?
Lizzie looked at her blurry ghost in the mirror, and back to Gordo's blurry ghost.
Lizzie: Um, yeah. I-I just got some sand in my eyes.
Gordo: Oh, well, you know. Can I tell you something?
Lizzie looked up quickly; her eyes stopped watering on the spot. Slowly, lonesome tears snaked their way across her face, and dripped off her chin onto her collarbone. Lizzie was preparing herself for what Gordo was going to say. So many thoughts raced through her mind, in a split second's time. She had a deep yearn to hear Gordo to confess his love to her. But what she heard hit her with the force of freight train.
Gordo: Lizzie? You're in the guys' bathroom.
Lizzie just turned on her heel and ran, until she got to the door with the stick figure of a girl on it, and pushed her way through. Words couldn't describe how embarrassed she was. Her body felt like it was on slow motion as she cleaned herself up. When she left the bathroom, the black streaks of makeup were no longer underneath her eyes, but her face was somewhat blotchy, but no one would be able to notice in the lighting. When Lizzie walked into the main room, she saw Miranda sitting with Gordo. Gordo with a girl; Gordo with Julia. Now when she realized it, Gordo kissing Julia. Lizzie felt her stomach do a gigantic flop, as Miranda waved her over. All Lizzie felt like doing was crawling under a rock, in Tahiti.
Miranda: Hey Lizzie. Hiding out in the bathrooms again?
Lizzie felt Gordo watching her as her face flustered.
Lizzie: I guess you could say that.
Lizzie sat down next to Miranda, and across from Julia. Gordo and Julia seemed to be scooted very close to each other, their hands entangled underneath the table. Lizzie felt uneasy as she watched Julia shoot Gordo goo-goo-eyes, and him return the flattery. Lizzie had no one to turn to. Gordo was off in his own world, playing tonsil-hockey with Julia, and Miranda was indulged in a fan magazine. Lizzie continued to go unnoticed, as she watched to dream-team go at it. Gordo had done some cute thing that comes with the boyfriend trademark that made Julia giggle uncontrollably. Her heart shaped faced turned red, and a few strands a stray hair fell out of position from behind her ears. Gordo and Julia looked deeply into each other's eyes (again), and Lizzie felt as though she was witnessing to gates of Hell opening before her very eyes. A look of pure hatred portrayed across her face, Lizzie continued to watch them. Gordo sweetly caressed her cheeks with the back of his hands, proceeding to lightly pull the stray strands of hair back behind her ears. She leaned in slowly, both their eyes fluttered close, and once again, Gordo and Julia were embraced in yet another romantic kiss. Lizzie felt like her knees were jell-o. She could feel the blood suddenly rush to her head, causing a slow swelling feeling. Gordo was slipping through her fingers. Every time Julia batted her long eyelashes at him, Gordo would take a slow step away from Lizzie, and closer to Julia. Every time Lizzie looked at Gordo, he seemed more distant. Whether Julia or Gordo knew it or not. Lizzie stared intently at them. She knew in the back of her mind, what she had to do if she wanted to be happy. If she wanted her gleaming gem back in her life. If she wanted Gordo back in her life. Julia was certainly a fallen angel. And now she had fallen into the arms of the wrong guy. And all Lizzie could do to stop it is the thing that she dreaded the most.
Lizzie sat uneasily on her bed, as she conjugated irregular verbs in Spanish. She had seized her feelings of Gordo to herself. Mostly because she didn't know what those feelings were, why there were there, and how they had gotten there. Things were going ok at school; she could talk to him with less pressure than what it had been at first, she would just brush off the attraction some how, like rummaging through her bag. She knew that Gordo would never think of her the same if he knew, if he really knew. So she couldn't let that happen. But Lizzie was never one to keep secrets. She knew, in the back of her mind that he would eventually find out. But that couldn't happen anytime soon, especially with this new girl.
Lizzie could get the image of this girl very clearly. Her name was Julia Felter. She had shoulder length brown hair, which was perfectly layered all around. Lizzie knew she didn't like this girl. She had light blue eyes, like and angel. But all Lizzie saw her, as was a fallen angel. She'd walk through the hall and give everyone fake smiles, and Gordo was already twisted in her hallo. And the scary thing is about this girl, everyone seemed to like her. Kate was decent, which is a lot more than other people can say. And it seemed like almost all the guys literally lusted over her. And for some odd reason, she had chosen Gordo. But something nagged in the back of Lizzie's head. It was saying: oh, you know why.
It was that Gordo had somehow gotten extremely attractive over 3 months, and because Lizzie was stupid, she didn't do anything to get what she wanted, and so she got to sit in her room, all alone with only her Spanish book. That's what Lizzie knew, and apparently what she knew, was far too dull.
Ring Lizzie got up lazily and stared at the phone debating whether she should pick it up, or let the machine get it. Sighing heavily, Lizzie reached down to pick the phone off the consol. As it rang, it called out in her mind what she wished wouldn't be said the most. It told her that she needed a reality check. That she needed to pull herself together-
Lizzie: in a quick-tempered voice Hello?
Miranda: concerned voice Lizzie, are you ok?
Lizzie: Yeah, I'm-I'm fine. I just have a headache, and the phone keeps telling-Um, never mind.
Miranda: Lizzie, did you just say that your phone, talks to you?
Lizzie: Just drop it ok? Hey, I need to get out of the house. Do you want to meet me at the Digital Bean, in about 15 minutes?
Miranda: Ooook. But you're gonna tell me about those conversations with your phone when we get there.
Lizzie: Ha, ha. All I can tell you is that it doesn't shut up when it's already said what I don't need to hear.
But Lizzie was talking to a dial tone. Her friends have deserted her, whether they knew it or not. Gordo was caught up in his new girlfriend, even though Lizzie was sure that Julia though of him as "Flavor of the Week".
As Lizzie walked to the Digital Bean, she recalled what had happened within the last two weeks. Lizzie thought she had feelings for Gordo, wait-the feelings were unmistakable. She knew more than ever now, that she had fallen in love with Gordo. But now, now it was simply too late for that. Gordo had a girlfriend. He was definitely serious about her too. She had seen the way they had stared into each other's eyes before they shared a highly intimate, very public first kiss in the hallway, a few days ago. Lizzie knew that stare. She had had it with Ronny. She though she was in love with him, but she didn't know love could feel like this. But the moment she experienced something so joyful, something so relieving, it had been snatched away, yet again. And this time, by the same reason. Another girl. Before Lizzie had realized what was happening, she found herself sitting on a solemn bench, lined along the desolate sidewalk. In almost an instant, Lizzie felt tears burning in the corners of her eyes. She went to rub them, but she just didn't have enough energy. She felt every remote moment she had ever shared with Gordo that even brought a smile to her face wash away in a flurry of emotions. She had lost one of the best treasures in her life. She had lost it, to her astonishment, before she had even realized she had it.
Lizzie burst through the doors to the Digital Bean, determined to get to the bathroom before anyone she knew saw her. She pushed her way past crowds of people, and knocked an iced mocha-chino right off a bus-boys tray. Not like she meant to, but her eyes were so filled with tears, the only remote resemblance between people came out as blurry ghosts. One blurry ghost past her after another, until she made her way to the ladies' room and pushed the door open with all her strength. Lizzie turned the corner and faced the mirror, instantly reaching for a paper towel, and soap. Then a voice behind her stopped her dead in her tracks.
Gordo: Lizzie? What are you doing in here?
Gordo took a long look at Lizzie's reflection in the mirror. His brow furred, and Lizzie's eyes watered much harder then they had before. Gordo walked closer to her, and put his hand on her shoulder. This sent shivers throughout her entire body, and her arm was cold to touch.
Gordo: Are you ok?
Lizzie looked at her blurry ghost in the mirror, and back to Gordo's blurry ghost.
Lizzie: Um, yeah. I-I just got some sand in my eyes.
Gordo: Oh, well, you know. Can I tell you something?
Lizzie looked up quickly; her eyes stopped watering on the spot. Slowly, lonesome tears snaked their way across her face, and dripped off her chin onto her collarbone. Lizzie was preparing herself for what Gordo was going to say. So many thoughts raced through her mind, in a split second's time. She had a deep yearn to hear Gordo to confess his love to her. But what she heard hit her with the force of freight train.
Gordo: Lizzie? You're in the guys' bathroom.
Lizzie just turned on her heel and ran, until she got to the door with the stick figure of a girl on it, and pushed her way through. Words couldn't describe how embarrassed she was. Her body felt like it was on slow motion as she cleaned herself up. When she left the bathroom, the black streaks of makeup were no longer underneath her eyes, but her face was somewhat blotchy, but no one would be able to notice in the lighting. When Lizzie walked into the main room, she saw Miranda sitting with Gordo. Gordo with a girl; Gordo with Julia. Now when she realized it, Gordo kissing Julia. Lizzie felt her stomach do a gigantic flop, as Miranda waved her over. All Lizzie felt like doing was crawling under a rock, in Tahiti.
Miranda: Hey Lizzie. Hiding out in the bathrooms again?
Lizzie felt Gordo watching her as her face flustered.
Lizzie: I guess you could say that.
Lizzie sat down next to Miranda, and across from Julia. Gordo and Julia seemed to be scooted very close to each other, their hands entangled underneath the table. Lizzie felt uneasy as she watched Julia shoot Gordo goo-goo-eyes, and him return the flattery. Lizzie had no one to turn to. Gordo was off in his own world, playing tonsil-hockey with Julia, and Miranda was indulged in a fan magazine. Lizzie continued to go unnoticed, as she watched to dream-team go at it. Gordo had done some cute thing that comes with the boyfriend trademark that made Julia giggle uncontrollably. Her heart shaped faced turned red, and a few strands a stray hair fell out of position from behind her ears. Gordo and Julia looked deeply into each other's eyes (again), and Lizzie felt as though she was witnessing to gates of Hell opening before her very eyes. A look of pure hatred portrayed across her face, Lizzie continued to watch them. Gordo sweetly caressed her cheeks with the back of his hands, proceeding to lightly pull the stray strands of hair back behind her ears. She leaned in slowly, both their eyes fluttered close, and once again, Gordo and Julia were embraced in yet another romantic kiss. Lizzie felt like her knees were jell-o. She could feel the blood suddenly rush to her head, causing a slow swelling feeling. Gordo was slipping through her fingers. Every time Julia batted her long eyelashes at him, Gordo would take a slow step away from Lizzie, and closer to Julia. Every time Lizzie looked at Gordo, he seemed more distant. Whether Julia or Gordo knew it or not. Lizzie stared intently at them. She knew in the back of her mind, what she had to do if she wanted to be happy. If she wanted her gleaming gem back in her life. If she wanted Gordo back in her life. Julia was certainly a fallen angel. And now she had fallen into the arms of the wrong guy. And all Lizzie could do to stop it is the thing that she dreaded the most.
