NOTE TO READERS: Heres the third chapter. Thanks for the notes, by the way.
I agree, this story is different from the last one, but I hope you like it
anyway. OK well, this chapter....well you know....I wont give it away. I
hope you enjoy it.
*******I don't own anything, though I wish I did. The plot is mine though.
This one time my uncle got a cat stuck up his ass....(sorry just doing some
quotes from Mallrats) OK I'm done....read on....I hope I didn't scare you
lol******
Lizzie sat at her desk nervously tapping her fingers, once again. She was in Math class, first period. Which meant there were still 8 more periods remaining, and 4 more after this one until lunch. Lizzie wasn't paying attention, like usual, but there was no need to worry. She was sitting in the back row in the left corner of the room, where the teacher could hardly see what she was doing, and there were three of her "clients" taking notes for her.
Since there was nothing else to do, Lizzie opened one of her notebooks and decided to doodle. First she wrote the date, September 8 and then just started writing random stuff. Before she knew it, she had scribbled the word "baby" on the paper. Looking down at her stomach, she knew she had to figure out who the father was.
Turning to a clean sheet of paper, Lizzie wrote down "Potential Fathers." Lizzie had gotten her period in July, but missed it in August, so she figured she must have gotten pregnant some time in August. She had only been with four guys that month. The amount would have been greater, but she had gotten mono and was stuck in bed for the last week of August. The first name on her list was Ethan Craft, of course. At almost every party both Lizzie and Ethan attended, they would find each other through the crowds and spend some time in a secluded area together. Some of their "hotspots" were in vacant bedrooms, bathrooms, and Ethan's car, usually on the hood of it. Ethan was the most popular guy in school, so he was probably at every party. They never dated, they were basically fucking friends.
Lizzie's thoughts were interrupted by a giggling Miranda. Actually Miranda now only went by "Randa." Apparently she thought it fit her new band personality, but Lizzie knew she was trying to hide behind a new name because her true identity was too dull for her to be in a band. Randa was at the other end of the classroom, but Lizzie could still hear her moronic, annoying, little girl giggle. The same kind Lizzie and Miranda used to both use whenever talking about their latest crushes. Lizzie thought of these memories often. Memories of them talking on the phone or hanging at the Digital Bean, a local teenager hangout. She could feel the tears building up inside, but she never revealed them to the public. No emotions of that sort belonging to Lizzie were evident at any time, when people were around anyway.
Danny Kelser, Randa's boyfriend and basest in their band, was whispering in Randa's ear and Lizzie noticed with a "I know something you don't" glare. "You go on and think you have a great and trusting little, and I mean little, boyfriend. Because what you don't know, my dear Randa, is that Danny is number two on my father list." Lizzie thought proudly to herself. "That will teach you!"
Lizzie never liked Danny too much, but that didn't matter, not on that night anyway. Danny wasn't looking to good that night. Randa and him had just gotten into a big fight that morning and when he came to the party, his only intention was to get drunk out of his mind. That night, after the deed was done and Lizzie was in her own bed, she looked at a picture of Miranda and Lizzie from seventh grade and cried as she remembered the good times. The next day, Danny told Lizzie that Randa had taken him back, even after he told her of his mistake with Lizzie. Then he added "But its not like it was that big of a deal. Everyone's had the school slut and it was just my turn to ride you." She kneed him in the balls and walked away.
Lizzie moved her eyes around the room, until they landed on Larry Tudgeman, winking at her. He was many things, one of the smartest kids in school, the schools biggest loser, Lizzie's biggest "client," and third on her list.
"Can anyone solve this equation?" Mr. Smurfs, the teacher, said. "Yes, you." He pointed to the only person with their hand up.
"The answer is k=37.061." Gordo spoke in his know it all voice, like he always did. She remembered when Gordo use to carry his video camera with him everywhere and film Miranda and herself. She missed those days. Like Randa, Gordo had changed his name too. He had always hated his given name, David, so he changed to simply Dave. Lizzie heard him in the hallway once, surrounded by his geeky film buddies, refer to himself in a cocky tone as "Dave the director." After glaring at him high five his new friends, she looked down at the piece of paper and added the last name to her list, Gordo.
ANOTHER NOTE: Did you like it?? Tell me what needs fixing. OK well...I'll try and figure out how to continue it. Who do you think the father is??
Lizzie sat at her desk nervously tapping her fingers, once again. She was in Math class, first period. Which meant there were still 8 more periods remaining, and 4 more after this one until lunch. Lizzie wasn't paying attention, like usual, but there was no need to worry. She was sitting in the back row in the left corner of the room, where the teacher could hardly see what she was doing, and there were three of her "clients" taking notes for her.
Since there was nothing else to do, Lizzie opened one of her notebooks and decided to doodle. First she wrote the date, September 8 and then just started writing random stuff. Before she knew it, she had scribbled the word "baby" on the paper. Looking down at her stomach, she knew she had to figure out who the father was.
Turning to a clean sheet of paper, Lizzie wrote down "Potential Fathers." Lizzie had gotten her period in July, but missed it in August, so she figured she must have gotten pregnant some time in August. She had only been with four guys that month. The amount would have been greater, but she had gotten mono and was stuck in bed for the last week of August. The first name on her list was Ethan Craft, of course. At almost every party both Lizzie and Ethan attended, they would find each other through the crowds and spend some time in a secluded area together. Some of their "hotspots" were in vacant bedrooms, bathrooms, and Ethan's car, usually on the hood of it. Ethan was the most popular guy in school, so he was probably at every party. They never dated, they were basically fucking friends.
Lizzie's thoughts were interrupted by a giggling Miranda. Actually Miranda now only went by "Randa." Apparently she thought it fit her new band personality, but Lizzie knew she was trying to hide behind a new name because her true identity was too dull for her to be in a band. Randa was at the other end of the classroom, but Lizzie could still hear her moronic, annoying, little girl giggle. The same kind Lizzie and Miranda used to both use whenever talking about their latest crushes. Lizzie thought of these memories often. Memories of them talking on the phone or hanging at the Digital Bean, a local teenager hangout. She could feel the tears building up inside, but she never revealed them to the public. No emotions of that sort belonging to Lizzie were evident at any time, when people were around anyway.
Danny Kelser, Randa's boyfriend and basest in their band, was whispering in Randa's ear and Lizzie noticed with a "I know something you don't" glare. "You go on and think you have a great and trusting little, and I mean little, boyfriend. Because what you don't know, my dear Randa, is that Danny is number two on my father list." Lizzie thought proudly to herself. "That will teach you!"
Lizzie never liked Danny too much, but that didn't matter, not on that night anyway. Danny wasn't looking to good that night. Randa and him had just gotten into a big fight that morning and when he came to the party, his only intention was to get drunk out of his mind. That night, after the deed was done and Lizzie was in her own bed, she looked at a picture of Miranda and Lizzie from seventh grade and cried as she remembered the good times. The next day, Danny told Lizzie that Randa had taken him back, even after he told her of his mistake with Lizzie. Then he added "But its not like it was that big of a deal. Everyone's had the school slut and it was just my turn to ride you." She kneed him in the balls and walked away.
Lizzie moved her eyes around the room, until they landed on Larry Tudgeman, winking at her. He was many things, one of the smartest kids in school, the schools biggest loser, Lizzie's biggest "client," and third on her list.
"Can anyone solve this equation?" Mr. Smurfs, the teacher, said. "Yes, you." He pointed to the only person with their hand up.
"The answer is k=37.061." Gordo spoke in his know it all voice, like he always did. She remembered when Gordo use to carry his video camera with him everywhere and film Miranda and herself. She missed those days. Like Randa, Gordo had changed his name too. He had always hated his given name, David, so he changed to simply Dave. Lizzie heard him in the hallway once, surrounded by his geeky film buddies, refer to himself in a cocky tone as "Dave the director." After glaring at him high five his new friends, she looked down at the piece of paper and added the last name to her list, Gordo.
ANOTHER NOTE: Did you like it?? Tell me what needs fixing. OK well...I'll try and figure out how to continue it. Who do you think the father is??
