Chapter 9: Apologies
A/N: Thanks so much to reviewers for helping with ideas, and I credit the next few chapters to Tink. I finally got inspiration! I have a really surprising ending, not what you'd expect...
Lizzie POV
I had to apologize... for whatever I had done.
I splashed water onto my face, knowing that it was washing my makeup all off, but I didn't care. I ran my hands through my hair, and made sure I looked okay. I walked back to the classroom, my teeth chattering on how everyone would act.
I looked through the window on the side of the door.
Kate and Gordo were standing up, kissing.
I gasped loudly.
Somebody who sitting next to the door glanced outside, and I ducked.
Then it hit me. They were rehearsing. But it seemed so real! They were so into it. I knew Kate was a better actress than I was, and that I was just lucky to get the part of Juliet, but... she didn't have to go and be so good at it!
Animated Lizzie: Five minutes I run off, and they put my understudy in the play. Gosh!
I took a deep breath and twisted the doorknob, hoping I wouldn't interrupt something. When I walked in, everyone just stared at me, like they had when I was a model. Well, this time I wasn't a model, just an insane girl who ran off in the middle of class.
"More pressure! Make it look real!" I heard Mr. Digg say from the opposite end of the room. Kate and Gordo pressed harder, and I looked at them strangely.
"Mrs. McGuire! Glad to see you're joining us!" Mr. Digg exclaimed.
Gordo and Kate snapped away from each other.
"Oh, that is the most sickening thing I have ever done! Augh, ewww..." I could hear Kate complaining.
I scoffed and rolled my eyes. She was being so pathetic and immature. I mean, it was just acting. All fake. It didn't matter. She was being so selfish, and hypocritical...
It didn't occur to me that I had been acting the same way.
***
"And... that's why I am really, really sorry. I seriously didn't mean to hurt you. I'm so sorry for using you, and never caring about what you thought. Forgive me?" I was crying, and practically on her knees.
"Lizzie, Lizzie. Listen to me." He looked me straight in the eye. "It's not you, it's me. I was having a really bad day. All of that you said... it isn't true. You're great, Lizzie. You smart, and pretty, and... everything a guy could want. How could I hate you?"
I tried her tears and sniffled. "Are you positive?"
He nodded.
"Thanks, Gordo."
He nodded again, and walked off.
"That's so sweet." I whispered as he disappeared from sight, and I rethink what I said.
*I mean, no offense, Gordo, but I have to kiss *you* now. I find that really gross, disgusting, and creepy.*
Well, I was beginning to think that it wouldn't be so creepy after all.
A/N: Hey, ya'll! Okay, if you want the story to be totally spoiled, I'll give away the ending, because I know some of you just can't wait. E-mail me at s_mittal12@yahoo.com if you want it spoiled, and I'll send you a summary. But I'm warning you, I think it would be better just to wait and read, but if you can't stand it... you have an alternative. Okay, Thanks!
A/N: Thanks so much to reviewers for helping with ideas, and I credit the next few chapters to Tink. I finally got inspiration! I have a really surprising ending, not what you'd expect...
Lizzie POV
I had to apologize... for whatever I had done.
I splashed water onto my face, knowing that it was washing my makeup all off, but I didn't care. I ran my hands through my hair, and made sure I looked okay. I walked back to the classroom, my teeth chattering on how everyone would act.
I looked through the window on the side of the door.
Kate and Gordo were standing up, kissing.
I gasped loudly.
Somebody who sitting next to the door glanced outside, and I ducked.
Then it hit me. They were rehearsing. But it seemed so real! They were so into it. I knew Kate was a better actress than I was, and that I was just lucky to get the part of Juliet, but... she didn't have to go and be so good at it!
Animated Lizzie: Five minutes I run off, and they put my understudy in the play. Gosh!
I took a deep breath and twisted the doorknob, hoping I wouldn't interrupt something. When I walked in, everyone just stared at me, like they had when I was a model. Well, this time I wasn't a model, just an insane girl who ran off in the middle of class.
"More pressure! Make it look real!" I heard Mr. Digg say from the opposite end of the room. Kate and Gordo pressed harder, and I looked at them strangely.
"Mrs. McGuire! Glad to see you're joining us!" Mr. Digg exclaimed.
Gordo and Kate snapped away from each other.
"Oh, that is the most sickening thing I have ever done! Augh, ewww..." I could hear Kate complaining.
I scoffed and rolled my eyes. She was being so pathetic and immature. I mean, it was just acting. All fake. It didn't matter. She was being so selfish, and hypocritical...
It didn't occur to me that I had been acting the same way.
***
"And... that's why I am really, really sorry. I seriously didn't mean to hurt you. I'm so sorry for using you, and never caring about what you thought. Forgive me?" I was crying, and practically on her knees.
"Lizzie, Lizzie. Listen to me." He looked me straight in the eye. "It's not you, it's me. I was having a really bad day. All of that you said... it isn't true. You're great, Lizzie. You smart, and pretty, and... everything a guy could want. How could I hate you?"
I tried her tears and sniffled. "Are you positive?"
He nodded.
"Thanks, Gordo."
He nodded again, and walked off.
"That's so sweet." I whispered as he disappeared from sight, and I rethink what I said.
*I mean, no offense, Gordo, but I have to kiss *you* now. I find that really gross, disgusting, and creepy.*
Well, I was beginning to think that it wouldn't be so creepy after all.
A/N: Hey, ya'll! Okay, if you want the story to be totally spoiled, I'll give away the ending, because I know some of you just can't wait. E-mail me at s_mittal12@yahoo.com if you want it spoiled, and I'll send you a summary. But I'm warning you, I think it would be better just to wait and read, but if you can't stand it... you have an alternative. Okay, Thanks!
