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more. Uh...the 50 cents in my pocket, this plot, and my hoodie. What I
don't own: The other half of Tom Felton. : )
A/N: This chap kinda took forever and a week, but I needed a way to execute the way Lizzie tells Gordo...the truth?
Can I Trust You?
Lizzie's heart skipped a beat. A long one. It seemed to last, because she had to pinch herself to start breathing again. Gordo's words echoed through her head. ' "Is Will hitting you?"'. Lizzie hesitated. She couldn't say that, she could never answer that. Not ever. She turned around, not facing Gordo, as she pulled her sleeves tighter around her body.
"No," she replied. The way it came out, it lacked truth, and this was what she was supposed to believe herself on. She heard Gordo step closer behind her, and soon felt his hand on her shoulder. Lightly, he twirled her around, and gave her a stubborn look.
"Tell me the truth," he said sternly and flatly, as she winced at his grip on her shoulder. Lizzie felt the burning, prickling feeling at the corner of her eyes. A silent tear rolled down her check. Gordo raised her view to his, as she nodded slowly.
Gordo's eyes widened noticeably, as streams of tears were rolling down her face. He looked at her, his eyebrows furrowed. "How badly," he could manage.
Lizzie wasn't even aware of what she was doing, but she stepped into the light and unzipped her hoodie. Gordo had no idea what she was doing. Raising her left hand to the neckline of her shirt, she pulled it down revealing a large bruise, snaking around her neck. In the shape of hands with fingers. Gordo felt his breath catch in his throat. Realizing, as Lizzie was tugging at the bottom of her shirt, he fond out there was more. Lifting her shirt to reveal her midriff, he saw the brownish green bruise over her ribs. She dropped the shirt down, and began to sob lightly.
"I- I- I," Lizzie tried to finish, but broke down in the beginning of her sentence. Gordo uncomfortably put his arms around her shoulders, carefully trying not to put pressure on the bruise as he tried to calm her down.
"What is it?" he asked understandingly.
"I didn't even do," Lizzie said. She was aching on this inside. She was being abused by someone she thought she could trust. Never, in all her lifetime did Lizzie think she would be the horrible, pathetic victim of one of those sappy TV commercials. "Anything," she finished in a whisper.
Gordo looked at her, not believing what he was hearing. That jerk was doing this to her, for no reason.
"Liz," Gordo and Lizzie whipped around at the unmistakable voice of the person behind her.
"Will?" they both said faintly.
- - - - -
Shifting the gears to a stop on his truck, Will leaned forward and rested his head against the steering wheel. His body ached, his brain throbbed, and his conscience told him to turn around. Deliberately ignoring the pain in his knee and the nagging voice in the back of his head, he headed towards the school.
"This should be fun," he thought to himself, as he thought of what Lizzie's reaction to his news was going to be. With each step he took, a sharp pain struck his knee, like he was being stabbed by a jagged shard of glass. If only he had waited to get that shot.
Holding his head up higher, he strutted his stuff (lol, if u knew the guy I was talking about, his stuff is hot) into the entrance of the school. Peering in through the door, he noticed the lights were out, and he saw shadows moving in the light. Getting a better look, it was Lizzie, his Lizzie and that David kid she was always with.
Will decided he wanted to hear what they were saying, so he jogged around, still ignoring the searing pain in his knee, and found his way to come up behind the two. He listened to them, and his eyes grew wide as he heard what they were talking about.
"She told him, she told him my secret," he thought, clenching his hands into fists. His blood was boiling, and his temples were throbbing with anger. He had never imagined that Lizzie would tell a single soul what he did. It wasn't his fault. He wasn't himself. He hardly ever was.
Losing his temper, and not wanting to loose his nerve, he walked up behind the two, and said her name. Will tried not to laugh when he saw the fear- struck faces of the lonely freshmen. Lizzie looked like a deer caught in headlights. And that David kid looked like he was one lemonade short of wetting himself.
Lizzie's eyes grew wider, and she looked so scared. That's what set Will off the most. She thought she was so innocent.
"Well she's just a lousy son of a-"
"We need to talk," Will said, cutting his train of thoughts off. "Now," he said flatly. Lizzie nodded nervously, as Will forcefully grabbed her petite wrist and pulled her in the direction of the guidance office.
As they got out of eyeshot, Will pushed Lizzie in a room, slamming the door as hard as he could, barely keeping it on the hinges. Lizzie slammed into a wall, a hard cinder block wall. Trying not to cry, she looked up at the ceiling, and focused on not breathing.
"You told him?" Will said, his voice barely over a whisper, dripping with hatred. Lizzie looked at him, her eyes growing wider. If Will was mistaken, he believe that was as wide as eyes could go in man kind.
"Uh, um, well, I mean..." Lizzie trailed off, wringing her hands in front of her. She knew what was coming, maybe because she wasn't making eye contact.
"WHY THE HELL?" He hollered. Lizzie stepped back, her shoulder blades piercing the wall beneath her. Her breaths were short and quick, and left her body heaving up and down.
"Erm, he found out himself. I promise," Lizzie said quickly, trying not to sound so obvious, when she knew she was. Will stared at her, no, stared through her.
"Then. Why. Did. You. Show. Him? Couldn't you have told him no?" He said through clenched teeth, obviously not wanting to loose his cool.
"He's one of my best friends! I can't lie to him! He'd find out," She said the last part fairly quietly. Will's stare was still boring through her.
"So your friends are your preference over me?" Will asked. No answer. "Answer me, dammit!" he yelled. Lizzie tried to step back, but Will caught her shoulders. Lizzie tried to move away, but Will pinned her painfully against a wall. "You are nothing but a whore," he seethed. Lizzie's breath caught in her throat. Before realizing she was saying it, she was saying something she'd regret.
"You wanna know what? You are an arrogant ass-hole jock who thinks the solar system and everything in it revolve around you."
Will looked away, a smirk played a cross his oh so gorgeous lips.
"No," she said, pushing his face towards hers with her palm. His eyes were flaming with fury. "You really wanna know that I think? I think you use people, then hurt them for your own sick amusement. Or that's what you tell your friends after you've seduced the poor girl. But want to know why you really do that? Huh? To mask your own insecurities about yourself. And don't think I don't know this. Your going to pretend to not care, but the second you sit your lazy butt down in the car, my words are going to ring in your ears. Not because conscience. Nah, I don't think you have something. You'll hear me because I found out your secret. I hit a nerve," she spat with utter disgust. Will looked like he was ready to kill. So did Lizzie. "So, come on. You think you're Mr. Tough? Lets see if you can hit me now."
She waited for a few moments, then seeing Will's limbs go weak.
"That's what I thought," she said, beginning to walk out.
- - - - -
Adam walked alone in the downstairs corridor, biting his tongue to restrain from calling out what he was thinking.
"What a b*t*h," he thought to himself. She left him. He told her more than what he had ever told ayone before. And she left him. In his fury, Adam swung his arm back and jammed it into a locker as hard as he possibly could.
Suddenly, he felt a shatter run up from his hand to his elbow.
He had broken his arm.
"Damn you, Lizzie McGuire," he said.
A/N: whoa there tiger...its been a while...time to get this train 'a' rollin. LoL, I'm such a loser. If you love me review...you know, nice lil button rite down there somewhere. [points to review button with puppy pout on face]
A/N: This chap kinda took forever and a week, but I needed a way to execute the way Lizzie tells Gordo...the truth?
Can I Trust You?
Lizzie's heart skipped a beat. A long one. It seemed to last, because she had to pinch herself to start breathing again. Gordo's words echoed through her head. ' "Is Will hitting you?"'. Lizzie hesitated. She couldn't say that, she could never answer that. Not ever. She turned around, not facing Gordo, as she pulled her sleeves tighter around her body.
"No," she replied. The way it came out, it lacked truth, and this was what she was supposed to believe herself on. She heard Gordo step closer behind her, and soon felt his hand on her shoulder. Lightly, he twirled her around, and gave her a stubborn look.
"Tell me the truth," he said sternly and flatly, as she winced at his grip on her shoulder. Lizzie felt the burning, prickling feeling at the corner of her eyes. A silent tear rolled down her check. Gordo raised her view to his, as she nodded slowly.
Gordo's eyes widened noticeably, as streams of tears were rolling down her face. He looked at her, his eyebrows furrowed. "How badly," he could manage.
Lizzie wasn't even aware of what she was doing, but she stepped into the light and unzipped her hoodie. Gordo had no idea what she was doing. Raising her left hand to the neckline of her shirt, she pulled it down revealing a large bruise, snaking around her neck. In the shape of hands with fingers. Gordo felt his breath catch in his throat. Realizing, as Lizzie was tugging at the bottom of her shirt, he fond out there was more. Lifting her shirt to reveal her midriff, he saw the brownish green bruise over her ribs. She dropped the shirt down, and began to sob lightly.
"I- I- I," Lizzie tried to finish, but broke down in the beginning of her sentence. Gordo uncomfortably put his arms around her shoulders, carefully trying not to put pressure on the bruise as he tried to calm her down.
"What is it?" he asked understandingly.
"I didn't even do," Lizzie said. She was aching on this inside. She was being abused by someone she thought she could trust. Never, in all her lifetime did Lizzie think she would be the horrible, pathetic victim of one of those sappy TV commercials. "Anything," she finished in a whisper.
Gordo looked at her, not believing what he was hearing. That jerk was doing this to her, for no reason.
"Liz," Gordo and Lizzie whipped around at the unmistakable voice of the person behind her.
"Will?" they both said faintly.
- - - - -
Shifting the gears to a stop on his truck, Will leaned forward and rested his head against the steering wheel. His body ached, his brain throbbed, and his conscience told him to turn around. Deliberately ignoring the pain in his knee and the nagging voice in the back of his head, he headed towards the school.
"This should be fun," he thought to himself, as he thought of what Lizzie's reaction to his news was going to be. With each step he took, a sharp pain struck his knee, like he was being stabbed by a jagged shard of glass. If only he had waited to get that shot.
Holding his head up higher, he strutted his stuff (lol, if u knew the guy I was talking about, his stuff is hot) into the entrance of the school. Peering in through the door, he noticed the lights were out, and he saw shadows moving in the light. Getting a better look, it was Lizzie, his Lizzie and that David kid she was always with.
Will decided he wanted to hear what they were saying, so he jogged around, still ignoring the searing pain in his knee, and found his way to come up behind the two. He listened to them, and his eyes grew wide as he heard what they were talking about.
"She told him, she told him my secret," he thought, clenching his hands into fists. His blood was boiling, and his temples were throbbing with anger. He had never imagined that Lizzie would tell a single soul what he did. It wasn't his fault. He wasn't himself. He hardly ever was.
Losing his temper, and not wanting to loose his nerve, he walked up behind the two, and said her name. Will tried not to laugh when he saw the fear- struck faces of the lonely freshmen. Lizzie looked like a deer caught in headlights. And that David kid looked like he was one lemonade short of wetting himself.
Lizzie's eyes grew wider, and she looked so scared. That's what set Will off the most. She thought she was so innocent.
"Well she's just a lousy son of a-"
"We need to talk," Will said, cutting his train of thoughts off. "Now," he said flatly. Lizzie nodded nervously, as Will forcefully grabbed her petite wrist and pulled her in the direction of the guidance office.
As they got out of eyeshot, Will pushed Lizzie in a room, slamming the door as hard as he could, barely keeping it on the hinges. Lizzie slammed into a wall, a hard cinder block wall. Trying not to cry, she looked up at the ceiling, and focused on not breathing.
"You told him?" Will said, his voice barely over a whisper, dripping with hatred. Lizzie looked at him, her eyes growing wider. If Will was mistaken, he believe that was as wide as eyes could go in man kind.
"Uh, um, well, I mean..." Lizzie trailed off, wringing her hands in front of her. She knew what was coming, maybe because she wasn't making eye contact.
"WHY THE HELL?" He hollered. Lizzie stepped back, her shoulder blades piercing the wall beneath her. Her breaths were short and quick, and left her body heaving up and down.
"Erm, he found out himself. I promise," Lizzie said quickly, trying not to sound so obvious, when she knew she was. Will stared at her, no, stared through her.
"Then. Why. Did. You. Show. Him? Couldn't you have told him no?" He said through clenched teeth, obviously not wanting to loose his cool.
"He's one of my best friends! I can't lie to him! He'd find out," She said the last part fairly quietly. Will's stare was still boring through her.
"So your friends are your preference over me?" Will asked. No answer. "Answer me, dammit!" he yelled. Lizzie tried to step back, but Will caught her shoulders. Lizzie tried to move away, but Will pinned her painfully against a wall. "You are nothing but a whore," he seethed. Lizzie's breath caught in her throat. Before realizing she was saying it, she was saying something she'd regret.
"You wanna know what? You are an arrogant ass-hole jock who thinks the solar system and everything in it revolve around you."
Will looked away, a smirk played a cross his oh so gorgeous lips.
"No," she said, pushing his face towards hers with her palm. His eyes were flaming with fury. "You really wanna know that I think? I think you use people, then hurt them for your own sick amusement. Or that's what you tell your friends after you've seduced the poor girl. But want to know why you really do that? Huh? To mask your own insecurities about yourself. And don't think I don't know this. Your going to pretend to not care, but the second you sit your lazy butt down in the car, my words are going to ring in your ears. Not because conscience. Nah, I don't think you have something. You'll hear me because I found out your secret. I hit a nerve," she spat with utter disgust. Will looked like he was ready to kill. So did Lizzie. "So, come on. You think you're Mr. Tough? Lets see if you can hit me now."
She waited for a few moments, then seeing Will's limbs go weak.
"That's what I thought," she said, beginning to walk out.
- - - - -
Adam walked alone in the downstairs corridor, biting his tongue to restrain from calling out what he was thinking.
"What a b*t*h," he thought to himself. She left him. He told her more than what he had ever told ayone before. And she left him. In his fury, Adam swung his arm back and jammed it into a locker as hard as he possibly could.
Suddenly, he felt a shatter run up from his hand to his elbow.
He had broken his arm.
"Damn you, Lizzie McGuire," he said.
A/N: whoa there tiger...its been a while...time to get this train 'a' rollin. LoL, I'm such a loser. If you love me review...you know, nice lil button rite down there somewhere. [points to review button with puppy pout on face]
