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Outlaws
Lizzie stared, paralyzed with shock and fear as she looked at the security officer. He was looking at them, intently. Lizzie turned to Gordo, but he just looked away. "Great time to be uninvolved, Gordo," Lizzie thought angrily to herself. She knitted her eyebrows and dared another glance at Gordo. He looked really emotionally exhausted, and he was rubbing the back of his neck with his now long, muscular arm. Lizzie felt a surge of new emotions. Anger. Gordo had blamed her, of all people of having this happen. Even when he had kissed her back. He knew what he was doing. He kissed her. "Gordo kissed me," Lizzie said weakly, meaning to think it.
"Excuse me?" The security guard was still standing with them. "I'm so sorry to interrupt, but I think we need to have a small chat. Follow me please, this is just procedure."
Lizzie and Gordo both followed the officer, stunned at why he was making them go into the Security Room. The only people who went in there, were outlaws. The man, who's nametag read Officer Capelli lead them through the door into the small room. In the room there was four chairs, a phone, a rectangular table, and a door; and that was it. Officer Capelli gestured for them to sit at the two seats that were across from the two others. Without even a small peek, Gordo slid into the chair that was closet to the door, so Lizzie had to walk around the table and sat next to him. She could feel his body moving up and down, most likely with fear and anger. From all of Lizzie's life, Gordo always feared getting in trouble. He had perfect records, not a scratch on them. But, if Gordo hadn't have been so naïve; they wouldn't be in this mess, in that room, not speaking even. Gordo couldn't put all the blame on her. It was absurd.
"This can't be happening," Gordo and Lizzie said at the same time. They looked at each other, their eyes locked for a few seconds, and then Gordo pulled his stare away and scooted his chair a little farther away from Lizzie. She scoffed, and crossed her legs impatiently. Officer Capelli was scribbling something into his notebook, and it was aggravating Lizzie that he hadn't told them why they we're there. Though her eyes were still burning from the tears, she was very impatient, and wanted to get out of the suffocating room. Lizzie cleared her throat instantly. Officer Capelli looked up, and acknowledged they wanted to leave.
"Ok, my name is Officer Jeff Capelli, and I am a mall security officer. May I ask your names and phone numbers?" Jeff asked. He seemed fairly calm. He looked like he was in his mid thirties, making a living at a mall.
While Jeff scribbled down their information and called their parents, Lizzie sat uneasily in her wooden chair. She knew her mother would be begging the 411 on what had happened, but she could never tell her mother that. Mostly because she had no idea either. In about 10 or 15 minutes later, there was a knock at the door, and another officer opened the door for Mrs. McGuire and Mr. and Mrs. Gordon. Mrs. McGuire's lip was in the form of a straight line, and the corner of her mouth formed wrinkles. Her keys were left clutched in her hand, her knuckles turning a white-ish color. Mrs. Gordon seemed to be taking it a little better, but Mr. Gordon was shooting Gordo extremely stern looks out of the corner of his eyes. This was not a Kodak moment.
While they were in the room, a lot of sighing, and stern looks, and pleading tones fought their way out the door. All three parents had yet to ask why they were fighting in the first place. Gordo and Lizzie hadn't gotten in trouble with the mall, just a warning. But what awaited them was much worse. As the security escorted the families to the main entrance, Lizzie felt a pair of eyes on her. She looked around the mall. Everywhere were people, she couldn't find the right one. Then she saw him. Standing about 100 feet from Lizzie, was the schools hottest senior, the tailback for the football team, Will Harter was staring at her.
Outlaws
Lizzie stared, paralyzed with shock and fear as she looked at the security officer. He was looking at them, intently. Lizzie turned to Gordo, but he just looked away. "Great time to be uninvolved, Gordo," Lizzie thought angrily to herself. She knitted her eyebrows and dared another glance at Gordo. He looked really emotionally exhausted, and he was rubbing the back of his neck with his now long, muscular arm. Lizzie felt a surge of new emotions. Anger. Gordo had blamed her, of all people of having this happen. Even when he had kissed her back. He knew what he was doing. He kissed her. "Gordo kissed me," Lizzie said weakly, meaning to think it.
"Excuse me?" The security guard was still standing with them. "I'm so sorry to interrupt, but I think we need to have a small chat. Follow me please, this is just procedure."
Lizzie and Gordo both followed the officer, stunned at why he was making them go into the Security Room. The only people who went in there, were outlaws. The man, who's nametag read Officer Capelli lead them through the door into the small room. In the room there was four chairs, a phone, a rectangular table, and a door; and that was it. Officer Capelli gestured for them to sit at the two seats that were across from the two others. Without even a small peek, Gordo slid into the chair that was closet to the door, so Lizzie had to walk around the table and sat next to him. She could feel his body moving up and down, most likely with fear and anger. From all of Lizzie's life, Gordo always feared getting in trouble. He had perfect records, not a scratch on them. But, if Gordo hadn't have been so naïve; they wouldn't be in this mess, in that room, not speaking even. Gordo couldn't put all the blame on her. It was absurd.
"This can't be happening," Gordo and Lizzie said at the same time. They looked at each other, their eyes locked for a few seconds, and then Gordo pulled his stare away and scooted his chair a little farther away from Lizzie. She scoffed, and crossed her legs impatiently. Officer Capelli was scribbling something into his notebook, and it was aggravating Lizzie that he hadn't told them why they we're there. Though her eyes were still burning from the tears, she was very impatient, and wanted to get out of the suffocating room. Lizzie cleared her throat instantly. Officer Capelli looked up, and acknowledged they wanted to leave.
"Ok, my name is Officer Jeff Capelli, and I am a mall security officer. May I ask your names and phone numbers?" Jeff asked. He seemed fairly calm. He looked like he was in his mid thirties, making a living at a mall.
While Jeff scribbled down their information and called their parents, Lizzie sat uneasily in her wooden chair. She knew her mother would be begging the 411 on what had happened, but she could never tell her mother that. Mostly because she had no idea either. In about 10 or 15 minutes later, there was a knock at the door, and another officer opened the door for Mrs. McGuire and Mr. and Mrs. Gordon. Mrs. McGuire's lip was in the form of a straight line, and the corner of her mouth formed wrinkles. Her keys were left clutched in her hand, her knuckles turning a white-ish color. Mrs. Gordon seemed to be taking it a little better, but Mr. Gordon was shooting Gordo extremely stern looks out of the corner of his eyes. This was not a Kodak moment.
While they were in the room, a lot of sighing, and stern looks, and pleading tones fought their way out the door. All three parents had yet to ask why they were fighting in the first place. Gordo and Lizzie hadn't gotten in trouble with the mall, just a warning. But what awaited them was much worse. As the security escorted the families to the main entrance, Lizzie felt a pair of eyes on her. She looked around the mall. Everywhere were people, she couldn't find the right one. Then she saw him. Standing about 100 feet from Lizzie, was the schools hottest senior, the tailback for the football team, Will Harter was staring at her.
