[A/N]: Thank you for the reviews. Also, I want to make something clear. The first few chapters are based on what's running through Miranda's mind. I felt that I had to express her feelings in order to let the readers understand what she's going threw. There is going to be a lot of action in this story and not just Miranda thinking. I have to drag this story out so that it won't look as though it is rushed. I hope you like it though. Please review.
Chapter 4
When I got to school I didn't bother to talk to anyone. I just wanted to be left alone. I was thankful that nobody asked what was wrong; then again, why would they? They don't care. At lunch, I was too down to eat so I watched Lizzie and Gordo flirt. I don't get those two; they don't go out, nor have they ever been anything other than friends. I couldn't stand to be around them any longer. I got up from the table and walked inside the school heading to the restroom.
By the time I was near the water fountain, I heard Gordo call my name. I turned around to see him jogging towards me in the empty hall. I didn't speak; I figured he was going to pretend like he cared and try to have sympathy for me. I leaned up against the wall by the restroom door, not speaking.
"Miranda, is something bothering you?" What makes you think that is what I wanted to say but I kept quiet. Gordo stood in front of me staring at me with a look of concern on his face; either he was doing a great job at acting, or he really cared. "Miranda, whats up with you? You've been really down lately." What does he mean by I've been down lately? How could he tell? I thought I was putting on a really good front. It hurt as I stared at Gordo, not being able to trust him enough… the boy I've known practically my whole life. It hurt so much that I began to cry; I did this too often… although it didn't help anything.
"I'm… fine." I had to say something. It was pretty obvious that I was lying considering that I was crying my heart out and could barley speak. Gordo wrapped his arms around my weak body. I guess this is what I needed the whole time.
"Miranda, you can trust me." It felt good to know that Gordo really cared, and was there for me. I let him hold me in his arms as I cried on his shoulder. I wanted him to be the one I could trust. As hard as I tried to open up to him, I couldn't. After a few seconds I didn't feel right allowing someone to have sympathy for me. I pushed away, still crying.
"Miranda please, I love you. You're my best friend; I don't want to see you like this." I didn't want to hear that. I don't like the word love any more. I turned around and headed into the restroom, leaving Gordo to stand there and wonder.
"So, what's up with Miranda? She okay?" Lizzie picked up a French-fry and shoved it into her mouth.
"I'm not sure." Gordo sat down next to Lizzie in a daze. It was like now he had a million things running threw his mind.
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