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The Truth?



Lizzie's heart seized up, clenched at her. Her pulse raced through her veins. She stood, paralyzed before Gordo. He was standing there awkwardly, his arms sagging by his side. He questioning glare was tearing into Lizzie. She couldn't tell him. Or could she?

"Um, what do you mean?" Lizzie asked nervously. She needed to be quick. What was she going to say here? Gordo knew her. He knew if she was lying. Plus, if she lied to him again and he found out, he wouldn't even take the time to ask her a simple question.

"Lizzie, there was something on the back of your neck," Gordo said. "What was it? Tell me." Lizzie sighed, getting light headed from lack of air. He would understand...

"Um, well, I might as well tell the truth. No point in lying to you, right?" she asked. He nodded at her. He stood, arms now crossed. This was the closest to casual Lizzie had seen him act around her since their 'conflict'. "Ok. Well, you see. It's a, it's a...hickey," Lizzie said.

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Gordo pulled his head back as he heard Lizzie barely mutter the last word. So many thoughts surged through his mind, pulling at every corner. Running down every road possible.

"A What?!?" Gordo couldn't help himself but to be surprised. Lizzie bowed her head for a second, cursing herself. "From who?" Gordo asked, putting emphasis on the 'who' part. Lizzie looked at him, a deranged stare at him.

"What, am I not worthy enough for one? Am I just too hideous in your book to be classified as a girl? I can't believe you would say that to someone, let alone me!" Lizzie spat. Gordo put of his hands to protest.

"I didn't mean it that way, Liz. You know I wouldn't ever say something like that," Gordo said. His voice sounded so sincere. It made it seem like they were back to being friends. They began to walk together, down the halls and sat down on a bench in the hallway.

"I know," she said, managing a small smile.

"I meant, who would you let do that to you?" The second the words came out of his mouth, he knew the answer. And he wished they had come from any other person, other than him. Lizzie's face got red, and she got blotchy again. Gordo knew that face. She was either lying, which he knew she wasn't because he had seen the hickey, or she was extremely embarrassed. And Gordo would bet all his money that she was embarrassed. "Don't tell me. Will."

Lizzie looked at him, and looked down. Gordo felt his heart drop down into the pit of his stomach. All those years, of knowing and respecting Lizzie, suddenly she does something like this to turn her into the complete epiphany of what he thought she was.

"Why would you do something like that?" he asked her sincerely. She looked over and looked away.

"It's not like I did it to myself. I can't reach my neck," Lizzie said. She stopped herself from going too far.

Only what Lizzie said made Gordo's blood boil. He couldn't believe, that while he was making a nice gesture to go out of his way and try to mend the relationship, Lizzie would go and be smart with him.

"You didn't need to add that," Gordo said to her. She was going to respond, but Gordo cut her short. "You know, what are you trying to prove?"

Lizzie eyed him suspiciously. "What are you talking about? I'm not trying to prove anything."

"I mean, what are you trying to prove by going out with Will. It can't be that he's an incredibly nice guy, due to what I've see- -" Lizzie tutted loudly, breaking at Gordo's statement.

"You don't need to know why I am with Will, ok? Oh, and like you're Mr. Nice Guy yourself. It wasn't too long ago that you really proved to me that you wanted nothing to do with me, and that you never wanted to talk to me. So you can't be so quick to judge," Lizzie spat. Gordo's stare turned to icy cold. Lizzie didn't notice the stop sign perturbing in his eyes. "Don't you remember saying that Gordo?"

"Yeah. And it took me up until now to realize that I shouldn't have stopped there." With that, Gordo stood up and slowly walked down the hall, deserting Lizzie for the second time in her life.



- - - - - Later that day...



Adam leaned back in his Spanish class. From that time last week all he had on his mind was one thing. He closed his eyes and felt himself slipping away. During his daydream, all he could see was himself having a terrific time with one girl. He couldn't see her face, but he was eager to know who it was. She was making him so happy, they were laughing together in the park. As he wandered father down into the daydream, it got more in detail.

Adam Day Dream

A couple is sitting underneath a tree, watching the sunset. They are sharing a romantic time together. (Adam realizes it's him...) Adam is blocking the view of the girl's face, but assumes it's his girlfriend.

"I love you so much," Adam whispers into her ear. She laughs, and nervously pulls a strand of her hair behind her ear. The girl plants a quick kiss on his face, and takes his hands in hers.

"I love you, I always have loved you," she said.

END Adam Day Dream

The second the girl said it, Adam recognized the voice. And he had no idea why it was her.

As he was about to resume where he had been, he noticed the tall lanky Spanish teacher standing over him. Mr. Collins, his teacher has his yard stick in one hand, and he was clutching his teacher's addition Spanish Book in the other.

"Yes?" Adam asked, looking up at the teacher, nodding his head questioningly. Some students gasped, and Mr. Collins's eyes lit up.

"Mr. Dunn. Please enlighten us. Just what do you think you were doing?" Mr. Collins asked.

Adam looked at the teacher, not believing that that was happening. "Well, it's obvious, isn't it? I was sleeping through your class."

Freshmen girls gawked open eyed at each other, not believing what they were hearing. If Mr. Collins shrunk a foot and grew long hair, Adam could have mistaken him for one of them.

"Mr. Dunn, I will not tolerate comments like that in my classroom," Mr. Collins barked, slamming the yardstick down on the surface of Adam's desk. Everyone around them, including Adam jumped.

Adam realized he didn't need to tolerate that anymore either, and began packing his backpack. He stood up, slung his bag over one shoulder, and headed towards the door.

"Adam Dunn. Where on earth do you think you are going?"

"I'm leaving. Can you 'tolerate' that?" Adam said in a mocking tone as he quickly slipped out of the classroom and made his was down the hall. He looked down at his hands, where Mr. Collins's hall pass was resting in his palms.

"Works every time," Adam said.



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Lizzie sat in the principal's office, rocking back and forth in the chair. She couldn't believe she was getting in trouble for skipping homeroom. Couldn't she explain her side? It had been so embarrassing to be called up to the principal's office during her class. Just as she was deep in her thoughts, Gordo and Miranda walked into the office together, dirty looks swept over Lizzie.

The office receptionist came up to the three. "Mr. Weaver will see you all know," she said. She waddled back to her desk, and replaced her tiny- framed glasses on the tip of her nose and began pecking at the keyboard with her fingers. Lizzie, Gordo, and Miranda all walked in a straight line until they got settled down into Mr. Weaver's office.

"Ok, a few teachers informed me that none of you showed up to your homeroom this morning. Is that correct?" The three nodded. "And Mrs. Kennedy, from room 213 says she heard a fight outside of her classroom, and you three were the only pupils absent from their classes. Now, will one of you please like to explain?"



A/N: I have no idea if this was a good place to end it...oh well

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