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After Jo had excused herself from Lizzie and Larry, the teenagers sat down on the couch, expecting to begin the tutoring session. Neither was ready for what was truly at hand.

Both were tense, this was obvious, but both, for different reasons. Lizzie knew Larry would mock her with staring eyes, just like all the others and was trying to prepare herself for the worst taunting, and miserly failing. She would glance around the room three times before glaring at Larry. Then she would look around nervously once again, only to continue the vicious cycle.

Larry seemed too occupied twiddling his thumbs to notice Lizzie's eyes, moving back and forth. At moments Lizzie found herself staring at the white bandage lying on Larry's nose. As she had thought previously, Larry's nose was, in fact, broken.

"Li..Li..Lizzie?" Lizzie sensed the tense voice in the room and looked straight at him, but he only glared into space, as if talking to someone in a far off distance.

"Yea?"

"I want you to know that no matter what happens, I'll take care of you, for it is mostly my fault why this happened." Lizzie sat there, in complete silence after this, which caused Larry to look at her. "Right? Lizzie?"

"Didn't you see the list?" Larry nodded as if it couldn't be true. "The list.the names on it were all true. You aren't the only one who could..be..the.the.father."

Lizzie saw the hurt in his eyes at the mention of the unforgettable list and she wished she didn't have to talk about this anymore, let alone have lived through it. She placed her hand on Larry's shoulder, trying best to calm him. Immediately his eyes were fixed on her hand, touching her. It sent tingles down his spine as he remembered the fist time she had been so gentle towards him, or had even touched him, in anyway.

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It was mid-July and a scared Larry sat alone on a king-size bed, in an upstairs bedroom within Ethan's house, awaiting his unknown fate. He had only returned home that morning at around 8, it was close to midnight. The beginning of his summer was spent as a counselor at a month long computer camp. When he had returned home, he had discovered a message on the answer machine, instructing Larry to meet someone special at Ethan's Party, in the upstairs room, second door on the left.

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened and laughter from the party downstairs seeped through. A goddess, in Larry's eyes, began her way towards the bed, seeming not able to walk a straight path.

As she began to unbutton her black blouse, he commented, "Lizzie, you know you don't have to do this."

Although Lizzie knew Larry's sincerity was never false, she also knew that in this situation, there wasn't the option of saying no. If that happened, she would owe him, and in Lizzie's world everyone had to owe HER things, not the other way around. She smiled slightly and undid her blouse completely. Then took it, along with her tight jeans, completely off.

"Don't you want me?" Her voice was both hurt and seductive, as she stood there in nothing but black panties and a black bra.

When Lizzie heard no more objections, she crawled into bed with him and proceeded. This was her first "payment" to Larry, but not the last. Lizzie had a pretty organized method of paying her clients, but Larry turned out to be a special case. At the end of junior year, instead of merely letting her copy his answers on the finals, Larry broke into the school's computer system and changed all her grades to A's. And, if that wasn't enough, he allowed Lizzie to cheat off of him during the SAT's. Lizzie knew that he deserved much more than the usual fair. This boy would do anything for Lizzie, even before sex was offered, and that's where the problems began.

Afterwards, Lizzie climbed out of bed and began putting her clothes back on, just like she did after every time with one of her clients. Larry stared at her, with more than lust in his eyes, and more than a smile on his face.

"Lizzie?"

"Yea?" She wasn't really listening, or was listening, but not really caring about the words. Lizzie simply sat on the bed and proceeded to put on her shoes.

"I love you."

It didn't seem to faze Lizzie, as she walked out of the room and back towards the party. Larry hadn't realized that only a few moments later Lizzie had found Ethan and was with him, as a love-struck Larry remained in bed, alone.

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"How could I be so stupid? How could I be so FUCKING dumb?"

Larry began to pace back and forth in the McGuire living room. Every so often, pulling at his hair. Lizzie sat there, unsure of what to do. She wanted to ask him, desperately, why he was upset, but couldn't bare to do it. Comforting wasn't an issue either, but she feared if something wasn't done soon, Larry would certainly rip his head bald.

"Larry?" Her voice trembled as she fought back tears. "Larry, why would you think that?"

The pacing and the pulling stopped, as he sat down beside Lizzie, once again, in silence. He looked straight into her crystal eyes and searched for truth, but could only see emptiness. Larry hated himself for being so oblivious, and despised himself for opening his heart to only have it crushed.

"Larry, why did you say that?"

"I.I.I.." He began, still not wanting to talk. Her voice ringing in his ear enraged him as he spoke again. "I hate myself. I'm supposed to be one of the top students in school and I was too RETARDED to even notice. Damnit, why did I have to fall in love with you and lose my virginity to you?"

At this, he turned away from her. Larry picked up a World History book from his bag and began the lesson. Confronting her was too much to bare now. Too much had spilled from his heart and to her ears. Neither of them talked to each other for the rest of the session. Lizzie remained in utter silence, shocked too much to even listen, but it didn't matter because Larry wasn't even paying attention to his own voice. He knew on their first night together Lizzie had many secrets that were unknown to him. Larry never asked, but now he wished he had.

Lizzie glanced at Larry periodically, trying to read his thoughts. He turned to be as complicated as Lizzie, herself. Then, in an instant, she saw a tear roll down his cheek gently. Just then, Lizzie wished herself invisible, for she had succeeded again, in ruining another life and destroying another's soul, not just Larry's, but also her own.

ANOTHER NOTE: so.what did you think?