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A/N: This chapter includes some religious references, just to warn you. Its only a mentioning though, and it has nothing to do with the story
Forgive Me Not
Julia stood in shock, a fresh wave of emotions flooding throughout her body. Gordo, and Lizzie. Just kissed. In public, at the mall. She couldn't believe him. Sure, she could believe Lizzie, but not Gordo. Didn't she mean anything to him?
"Gordo?" Julia said just above a whisper. Lizzie flung her head around, and at the same time, the color drained out of both their faces. She had no idea what Lizzie was so shocked about. Julia didn't feel like crying. She wasn't one to break down in a moment she needed her backbone. "Gordo? What are you doing?"
Gordo pushed his seat back and stood up. He rushed over to Julia's side. She backed up as he walked forward. "Julia, I'm so, so sorry. I never meant to do that. It meant nothing! I promise."
"It meant nothing to him," Lizzie thought. That wasn't true. He was just saying that to make things better.
"I don't care anymore, Gordo. Apparently neither do you," Julia said coldly. She turned to walk away, but Gordo grabbed her thin arm. She staggered for a moment, but turned and crossed her arms across her chest, waiting for an explanation.
"It meant nothing. I hardly even knew it was happening! Don't do this, Julia. I love-I love you," Gordo lowered his voice so Lizzie couldn't hear. But Julia didn't care. She shook her head.
"You know, I thought I loved you too. But, I just don't think it's going to work anymore. Good-bye, Gordo." Julia turned on her heel and walked calmly away. After she got passed Starbucks, she broke into a sprint and slammed out of the food court's entrance. When she left sight, Gordo sat down and stared out the door. The word 'over' echoed in his mind. They were over. he couldn't believe this was happening to him. He rested one hand on his forehead, his mind reeling with the unexpected. Over. he couldn't believe this. And their 1-month anniversary was 5 days away. And they were over. all because of, all because of. "Lizzie," Gordo thought. She had done this to him. He looked up at her; the color was drained from her face.
"Oh, my god. My plan worked, but why is he looking at me like that? He was such a good kisser," Lizzie thought. She knew he was upset, but he'd get over it. Lizzie put one of her hands over his. Gordo looked up and snatched his hand away in less than an instant. He stared at her, and every happy thought Lizzie had thought, drained slowly away.
"Don't touch me. You did this to me! Just, just leave me alone!" Gordo yelled at her. People were staring by now, but he didn't care. Lizzie moved her head back, stunned by his harsh tone.
"Gordo, no one did this. This was fate - - " Gordo's face was glowing a shade of red previously unknown to man-kind.
"No Lizzie! That is NOT how this works! I should have told you the other night, you know. Maybe now, I'd still be happily IN LOVE with my girlfriend!" Gordo was fuming. This was apparent.
Lizzie spoke in less than a whisper. Her eyes were wide and her eyebrows were knitted. "What were you going to tell me, Gordo?" Tears built up in her eyes, as her voice grew stronger. "We're you going to tell me, you HATE me like everyone else? That you don't give a damn about me anymore, and that you wish you had never met me? Wouldn't surprise me! You'd only be the second one this week! Oh, and while you're at it, why don't you just bury me alive. Jesus Christ on a fuc- -" Gordo was staring at her in a way never seen. "Oh shit. He's Jewish. " Lizzie thought.
"So now you feel like degrading me; mocking me. No wonder. I'm not surprised anymore!" Gordo was heavily breathing, like he had gills and was living on land. His fists were clenched by his side, his knuckles turning white, slowly loosing circulation. "Do you really want to know what I was going to tell you?" he taunted her. "I was going to say we shouldn't be friends anymore. You see, Julia suspected I had feelings for you, which were undeniable. Until NOW that is. And she called me on that the night of the party. And I told her, to avoid interference, I would do what my heart told me to. But no, being me, Gordo, the nice guy, I comforted you, thinking Julia would understand. But NO. things can NEVER go as planned with Gordo. Everything has to go wrong, doesn't it? I should have never listened to my heart. You want to know why?" Gordo asked her. Lizzie was standing now, holding her hands over her mouth, tears flowing heavily down her cheeks. She shook her head 'no'. "You don't want to know, do you? Well too fu*king bad, Lizzie. You put me in this mess, and you are going to figure out the suffering you have put me through. All my life, everything I have loved with all my heart has completely screwed me over. And at this point of my life, I don't give a damn. The only way in HELL I would ever touch you again is if I came down with leprosy, or the plague. Now get the hell away from me, FOR GOOD. And let this be the last thing I say to you. Don't you dare, DARE come crawling back to me. I have HAD it with you and your petty excuses. Now leave!" Gordo screamed. He was crying; it was the first time he had ever shown emotion like that. She knew he didn't mean it.
"Gordo; don't say that. You don't mean it," Lizzie choked out through heavy sobs. Gordo turned on her once again.
"Did you not just hear one word I said? Maybe I should spell it out for you. STAY-OUT-OF-MY-LIFE-FOR-GOOD!" he screamed at her. Lizzie moved back, and felt a hand on her shoulder. It was heavy, and strong. Lizzie turned around to find the mall's security guard standing in back of her, hand on his hips, walkie-talkie in his hand.
A/N: Awwww. do you hate me or do you hate me? I'll probably posy one more time tonight, if not I will tomorrow. Pretty please review!! xoxoxo
A/N: This chapter includes some religious references, just to warn you. Its only a mentioning though, and it has nothing to do with the story
Forgive Me Not
Julia stood in shock, a fresh wave of emotions flooding throughout her body. Gordo, and Lizzie. Just kissed. In public, at the mall. She couldn't believe him. Sure, she could believe Lizzie, but not Gordo. Didn't she mean anything to him?
"Gordo?" Julia said just above a whisper. Lizzie flung her head around, and at the same time, the color drained out of both their faces. She had no idea what Lizzie was so shocked about. Julia didn't feel like crying. She wasn't one to break down in a moment she needed her backbone. "Gordo? What are you doing?"
Gordo pushed his seat back and stood up. He rushed over to Julia's side. She backed up as he walked forward. "Julia, I'm so, so sorry. I never meant to do that. It meant nothing! I promise."
"It meant nothing to him," Lizzie thought. That wasn't true. He was just saying that to make things better.
"I don't care anymore, Gordo. Apparently neither do you," Julia said coldly. She turned to walk away, but Gordo grabbed her thin arm. She staggered for a moment, but turned and crossed her arms across her chest, waiting for an explanation.
"It meant nothing. I hardly even knew it was happening! Don't do this, Julia. I love-I love you," Gordo lowered his voice so Lizzie couldn't hear. But Julia didn't care. She shook her head.
"You know, I thought I loved you too. But, I just don't think it's going to work anymore. Good-bye, Gordo." Julia turned on her heel and walked calmly away. After she got passed Starbucks, she broke into a sprint and slammed out of the food court's entrance. When she left sight, Gordo sat down and stared out the door. The word 'over' echoed in his mind. They were over. he couldn't believe this was happening to him. He rested one hand on his forehead, his mind reeling with the unexpected. Over. he couldn't believe this. And their 1-month anniversary was 5 days away. And they were over. all because of, all because of. "Lizzie," Gordo thought. She had done this to him. He looked up at her; the color was drained from her face.
"Oh, my god. My plan worked, but why is he looking at me like that? He was such a good kisser," Lizzie thought. She knew he was upset, but he'd get over it. Lizzie put one of her hands over his. Gordo looked up and snatched his hand away in less than an instant. He stared at her, and every happy thought Lizzie had thought, drained slowly away.
"Don't touch me. You did this to me! Just, just leave me alone!" Gordo yelled at her. People were staring by now, but he didn't care. Lizzie moved her head back, stunned by his harsh tone.
"Gordo, no one did this. This was fate - - " Gordo's face was glowing a shade of red previously unknown to man-kind.
"No Lizzie! That is NOT how this works! I should have told you the other night, you know. Maybe now, I'd still be happily IN LOVE with my girlfriend!" Gordo was fuming. This was apparent.
Lizzie spoke in less than a whisper. Her eyes were wide and her eyebrows were knitted. "What were you going to tell me, Gordo?" Tears built up in her eyes, as her voice grew stronger. "We're you going to tell me, you HATE me like everyone else? That you don't give a damn about me anymore, and that you wish you had never met me? Wouldn't surprise me! You'd only be the second one this week! Oh, and while you're at it, why don't you just bury me alive. Jesus Christ on a fuc- -" Gordo was staring at her in a way never seen. "Oh shit. He's Jewish. " Lizzie thought.
"So now you feel like degrading me; mocking me. No wonder. I'm not surprised anymore!" Gordo was heavily breathing, like he had gills and was living on land. His fists were clenched by his side, his knuckles turning white, slowly loosing circulation. "Do you really want to know what I was going to tell you?" he taunted her. "I was going to say we shouldn't be friends anymore. You see, Julia suspected I had feelings for you, which were undeniable. Until NOW that is. And she called me on that the night of the party. And I told her, to avoid interference, I would do what my heart told me to. But no, being me, Gordo, the nice guy, I comforted you, thinking Julia would understand. But NO. things can NEVER go as planned with Gordo. Everything has to go wrong, doesn't it? I should have never listened to my heart. You want to know why?" Gordo asked her. Lizzie was standing now, holding her hands over her mouth, tears flowing heavily down her cheeks. She shook her head 'no'. "You don't want to know, do you? Well too fu*king bad, Lizzie. You put me in this mess, and you are going to figure out the suffering you have put me through. All my life, everything I have loved with all my heart has completely screwed me over. And at this point of my life, I don't give a damn. The only way in HELL I would ever touch you again is if I came down with leprosy, or the plague. Now get the hell away from me, FOR GOOD. And let this be the last thing I say to you. Don't you dare, DARE come crawling back to me. I have HAD it with you and your petty excuses. Now leave!" Gordo screamed. He was crying; it was the first time he had ever shown emotion like that. She knew he didn't mean it.
"Gordo; don't say that. You don't mean it," Lizzie choked out through heavy sobs. Gordo turned on her once again.
"Did you not just hear one word I said? Maybe I should spell it out for you. STAY-OUT-OF-MY-LIFE-FOR-GOOD!" he screamed at her. Lizzie moved back, and felt a hand on her shoulder. It was heavy, and strong. Lizzie turned around to find the mall's security guard standing in back of her, hand on his hips, walkie-talkie in his hand.
A/N: Awwww. do you hate me or do you hate me? I'll probably posy one more time tonight, if not I will tomorrow. Pretty please review!! xoxoxo
