Chapter 6: Rejected
A/N: I am working on two other stories right now, so I might not update as often. I still have a website to run, you know. Very, very short chapters.
Lizzie POV
I was crushed. Devastated. I mean, now I would never get to kiss Ethan Craft! This really stunk. All because of Gordo... well, actually, all because of Mr. Digg.
Animated Lizzie: Curse you, Mr. Digg!
I walked to Gordo's house, rang the doorbell, and stepped in.
"Okay, dish." I yelled, plopping down on one of his couches.
"He said I couldn't. That's it." Gordo came into the room.
"Did he mention *why*?"
"He said that Ethan wasn't 'his idea' of a Romeo."
Animated Lizzie: How could he say that? Ethan is the best Romeo I can think of.
"Anything else?"
"Uh... nope. Not that I know of."
I scowled. "I can't believe this!"
"It's not *that* bad." Gordo sat down next to me on the couch.
"Not *that* bad? I mean, no offense, Gordo, but I have to kiss *you* now. I find that really gross, disgusting, and creepy."
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Gordo POV
My face dropped. So she found me gross, disgusting, and creepy. *Really* gross, disgusting, and creepy. She hated me.
"Well, it's just acting." I said, my voice breaking. "It's not like it's *real*."
I wished it was.
"Well, uh... I guess you're right." She still was frowning. "Gordo, what's wrong?" She said, looking at my face. My eyes were watering, and I couldn't talk. I was stumbling over my words.
I swallowed. "Nothing. I just have watery eyes, honest."
She looked unsure, but left anyway. I felt like crying out, "No! Lizzie, don't go!", but instead I let her leave. She hated me anyway. As soon as she walked out the door, I laid down on a couch, her words echoing in my brain.
*I mean, no offense, Gordo, but I have to kiss *you* now. I find that really gross, disgusting, and creepy.*
No offense? No offense, she says? NO OFFENSE? She had broken my heart into pieces and all she could say was no offense?
I thought that playing Romeo would make all my dreams come true, but instead, it was just making things worse.
***
Lizzie POV
"Hey, guys." I said the next morning as I opened my locker. Oh, great. It was stuck. I started pulling, but it didn't work. "Um. can one of you open my locker?"
"I gotta go." Gordo rushed off, forgetting to close his locker. The weird thing was that class didn't even start for another ten minutes.
I slammed his locker for him, and glanced at Miranda. "What's *his* problem?" I asked.
"I don't know." She said quietly. "Maybe you should ask him." She opened my locker and left without another word.
Was it just me, or were my two best friends acting extra weird today?
A/N: I am working on two other stories right now, so I might not update as often. I still have a website to run, you know. Very, very short chapters.
Lizzie POV
I was crushed. Devastated. I mean, now I would never get to kiss Ethan Craft! This really stunk. All because of Gordo... well, actually, all because of Mr. Digg.
Animated Lizzie: Curse you, Mr. Digg!
I walked to Gordo's house, rang the doorbell, and stepped in.
"Okay, dish." I yelled, plopping down on one of his couches.
"He said I couldn't. That's it." Gordo came into the room.
"Did he mention *why*?"
"He said that Ethan wasn't 'his idea' of a Romeo."
Animated Lizzie: How could he say that? Ethan is the best Romeo I can think of.
"Anything else?"
"Uh... nope. Not that I know of."
I scowled. "I can't believe this!"
"It's not *that* bad." Gordo sat down next to me on the couch.
"Not *that* bad? I mean, no offense, Gordo, but I have to kiss *you* now. I find that really gross, disgusting, and creepy."
***
Gordo POV
My face dropped. So she found me gross, disgusting, and creepy. *Really* gross, disgusting, and creepy. She hated me.
"Well, it's just acting." I said, my voice breaking. "It's not like it's *real*."
I wished it was.
"Well, uh... I guess you're right." She still was frowning. "Gordo, what's wrong?" She said, looking at my face. My eyes were watering, and I couldn't talk. I was stumbling over my words.
I swallowed. "Nothing. I just have watery eyes, honest."
She looked unsure, but left anyway. I felt like crying out, "No! Lizzie, don't go!", but instead I let her leave. She hated me anyway. As soon as she walked out the door, I laid down on a couch, her words echoing in my brain.
*I mean, no offense, Gordo, but I have to kiss *you* now. I find that really gross, disgusting, and creepy.*
No offense? No offense, she says? NO OFFENSE? She had broken my heart into pieces and all she could say was no offense?
I thought that playing Romeo would make all my dreams come true, but instead, it was just making things worse.
***
Lizzie POV
"Hey, guys." I said the next morning as I opened my locker. Oh, great. It was stuck. I started pulling, but it didn't work. "Um. can one of you open my locker?"
"I gotta go." Gordo rushed off, forgetting to close his locker. The weird thing was that class didn't even start for another ten minutes.
I slammed his locker for him, and glanced at Miranda. "What's *his* problem?" I asked.
"I don't know." She said quietly. "Maybe you should ask him." She opened my locker and left without another word.
Was it just me, or were my two best friends acting extra weird today?
