NOTE TO READERS: Thanks for all your notes..I'm glad you like my story. Well, here's the next chapter...enjoy. *******I only own a tissue box, which my brother gave to me. Unfortunately, he had taken all the tissues.********

Finally fifth period had rolled around and every senior was happy for lunch. Lizzie sat at her usual table, the "popular" table. She was sitting on Ethan's left, while Claire, Cheerleading captain and most popular girl after Lizzie, was on his right. Many others surrounded their lunch table, most were people who felt just like Lizzie, the need to be excepted, but none of them were good at actually being excepted, like her.

"Hey look at that freak." Claire said in her snotty tone, that Lizzie had learned to acquire. As Lizzie looked up to see who Claire was pointing to, she felt a familiar feeling on her thigh, Ethan's hand. This was an occurrence that always happened at lunch. It was Ethan's way of telling Lizzie that he wanted her and always got what he wanted. The first time this had happened, pins and needles went all through Lizzie's body, but now she felt nothing.

Claire had been pointing at Kate Sanders. She was sitting at a table all by herself, like usual, and of course Claire had to make sure to humiliate her. That was her job and wouldn't let any one else take her glory. Kate used to be the captain of the cheerleading squad and sitting where Claire sat now. Kate had even been the girl who took Lizzie under her wing and taught her the ropes. Although she knew deep inside at the time that Kate was probably just going to end up turning Lizzie's life to shit afterwards, she went along with it anyway. Kate was the one who told Lizzie to sleep around and how she could keep her grades up without doing any work. It almost seemed as if the two were best friends and that the "good times" would never end, until that horrible incident back in junior year. Lizzie knew of nothing about what had happened to end Kate's social exceptions, except that for one month at the beginning of the year Kate had disappeared. When she reappeared, her life as she had knew it, it was over. Lizzie never asked what the big secret was, she assumed it was none of her business and wasn't about to lose her hard worked popularity over it.

Lizzie looked around the noisy cafeteria with chaos everywhere uninterested, until she saw Gordo. He wasn't the same Gordo she had known, he was Dave now and Lizzie hated Dave, but that simply glare unlocked one memory she never wanted set free.

It was the last week of August, the date was uncertain. All that was known was that there was a wild party at Ethan's house and everyone was there. She was heaving into the toilet, she had drunken way too much, when she heard the door to the bathroom open.

"Oh sorry I didn't mean to interrupt, I was.....Lizzie? Lizzie is that you?" Gordo looked shockingly at his once best friend, as she held her head in a toilet. He rushed over to her and restrained her hair as she puked. When she seemed finished, he picked her and her bag up and carried them both to a bed, in an available room. Her vision was a little blurry, but she knew who was helping her and welcomed it.

"Lizzie, what the fuck happened to you? First I hear that EVERY guy in school has had you and now I find you with your head in a toilet? What happened to you?" He was pissed off that this once loving flower he had know for years, had died.

"Why do you care? I'm FINE. I'm the most popular girl in school, everybody loves me." Lizzie said angry as she sat up on the bed and rummaged in her bag. "Look what I've got." There was a more childish tone to her voice now. She pulled out two bottles of liquor, but she didn't know what kind it was. She had just grabbed any random bottles out of Ethan's father's bar.

"Lizzie, I'm not going to drink with you. Why cant you tell me what I want to know?" She knew that the liquor would stop the pain she felt inside, like it had on many occasions, but she would always have a feeling of loneliness she couldn't shake. She just didn't want to be alone.

"I'll tell you what you want to know, but first you have to have little drink with me." Though Gordo tried harder, he soon felt defeat and took a long, hard swig. The night had ceased to exist, just like their friendship would once they awoken the next morning.

Lizzie rolled over and was blinded by the bright sunlight through the window as she opened her eyes. Looking down at the floor, she could see two empty bottles, and taking a peek under the covers, she could see she was naked. The only thought that entered her mind was that she must have gotten shit faced the night before, fucked Ethan, and past out. Then turning back around she saw two closed eyes staring back at her, but they hadn't belonged to Ethan. His hair was in black curls, while Ethan's was blonde and straight. Her screams soon awakened the man lying next to her. Lizzie stared blankly at him for a moment then yelled once again.

"g.gor...GORDO!!!!!" Gordo looked at her, not fully comprehending what was happening. Then glanced under the covers to see two naked bodies. Lizzie didn't want to remain in that bed, with a once best friend and now just another guy on her fuck list, anymore. She leaped out of bed, put her clothes on as fast as possible, and ran the hell out of there. The events were never spoken of again.

It tore Lizzie up inside, that she had done that. It ate away at her, more than any other devistating episode in her life. She thought about it constantly and wished it was all a dream. Although Lizzie changed her personality, she couldn't change the way she felt about Gordo or Miranda or any other small fraction of her life, back when she was capable of having a heart and a soul. She had loved every part of that life, even the downfalls because they were what made the great times even better. That life was left pure in her memories for her to look back on, which she often did. But now it was tainted and she could never see her life back then without remembering what had happened.

Lizzie looked down at Ethan's hand, groping her thigh, and suddenly could feel her lunch coming back up. She couldn't just leave, that might hurt her social status.

"Excuse me all." She said proudly, but with the sense of being cruel coming on. "I just can't stay here anymore and look at...all these little people. I must be on my way." It did the trick and Claire seemed impressed. Once Lizzie was out of the door and had turned a corner, she ran with her hands cupped over her mouth towards the Ladies Room and made it to the stall just in time. She flushed, closed and locked the stall door, and put the seat covering down, so she could sit down and relax. Just then she heard someone enter the bathroom and breakout into tears. Lizzie kept asking herself who could that be. She put the door ajar and got a shocking answer.

ANOTHER NOTE: OK...I wrote this all at 3am...so if it doesn't seem to work, blame it on insomnia. LOL