DISCLAIMER: I don't own Lizzie, Miranda, and although I wish I owned Gordo, I don't, so please don't sue me.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: okay, I spawned this idea in health class (you'll see why soon) and I'm not really sure where I'm going with it, so just read it and bear with me, please! (By zee way, the gang is in their junior year, and this is from Miranda's point of view, for the time being, but I might switch POV as I go along...actually, I think I will, so be prepared!)

I shook my head savagely and gazed around the room. My vision was blurred, and it took me a few moments to realize my surroundings. I was in Lizzie's bedroom, lying in her bed. I looked down to discover that I was half-naked and a jolt of memories came back to me.

" Come on baby, I promise, I need you baby.. come on, it won't hurt, come on.."

"NO STOP! STOP IT! PLEASE..Please..please..stop.."

Tears streaming down my face, someone leaning over me and keeping their weight on me to keep me from getting away.. hard violent kisses poorly aimed, the taste of alcohol in my mouth..a stinging pain in my lower back.. who would do this to me?

I could feel warm tears working their way down my cheek once again and I flung myself out of the bed. I untangled myself from the sheets and groped around for my clothes. I found my shirt and pants and pulled them on my body maniacally, but then collapsed in uncontrollable tears. I lost all composure and I threw myself onto bed, clawing at sheets, trying to locate the person who had done this to me.

I let out a gasp and let more tears slip quietly down my cheek.. the one person who I truly cared about.. it couldn't be.. but the dark curls and familiar face told the truth. It had been Gordo.

ANOTHER AUTHOR'S NOTE: okay, okay, okay, I'm sorry this isn't very good, but I've been working on it for a while and I decided that I needed some feedback, so please be nice! I'm not sure whether I want to continue this- help me out people!