* Well I'm back!!!!!! This story is going different than I thought it would so let's just say there maybe a few unexpected surprises:)
Disclaimer: me no own, you no sue
Chapter 4
A fight and an old friend
Beep! Beep! Beep! Lizzie's alarm clock went off again. It was Monday morning, the first day Lizzie would go back to school since the wreck. Her mom wanted her to wait until she got the cast off of her leg, so she could walk , but Gordo reassured Mrs. McGuire that he would make sure Lizzie got to all her classes okay. Lizzie slipped out of bed and into her wheelchair. She picked up her phone and called Miranda to make sure she was awake, since she only had the use of one arm, Lizzie was going to need Miranda's help with her hair.
"Do you need me to drive you to school?" Miranda asked after she had successfully helped Lizzie get ready for school.
"No, that's okay, mom says she wants to take me," Lizzie replied.
"All right, I'll see you at school then," Miranda replied as she walked out the door.
Lizzie heard the door bell ring and her mom talking to someone, "She's upstairs in her room," she heard her mom say.
"Lizzie, it's Gordo," she heard him say through the door, "can I come in?"
"Sure," she replied.
"I was just wondering if you needed a ride to school?" he asked as he stepped into her room.
"My mom was going to take me, but if it's not to much trouble for you or anything..." she replied smiling at him.
"It would be a pleasure," he replied. He picked her up out of her wheelchair and carried her down to the living room and set her on the couch. "I'll be right back, just let me go get your wheelchair real quick and then we can go."
"Okay," she replied. "Mom," she yelled.
"What's wrong, Lizzie, do you need something," Mrs. McGuire asked rushing in the room.
"Nothing, I was just going to tell you that Gordo's driving me to school. Is that okay?" She replied.
"Yea, that's fine, just be careful," her mom said.
"Ready to go?" Gordo asked, coming down the stairs with the wheelchair.
"Yep, ready as I'll ever be," she replied. He put her in her wheelchair, pushed her to his car, put her in the seat and loaded the wheelchair in the trunk.
"Are you sure you're ready to go to school so soon?" Gordo asked.
"Yea, I'll be fine," she replied.
"I just don't want you going if you're not ready," he said.
"I'm fine, really," she replied, with a hint of anger in her voice.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing, it's just I hate people always acting like they feel sorry for me," she said with tears in her eyes. "I'm not a two year old, I'm sixteen," she stated.
"Sorry I bothered you," he replied with anger and hurt in his voice.
"I'm sorry Gordo, I didn't mean it," Lizzie replied, now seeing she had made a big mistake. Gordo didn't say anything. He pulled in the school, got Lizzie's wheelchair out of the trunk, put her in it and pushed her to her first class without saying a word.
Lizzie just sat there in her home room, with tears in her eyes thinking about how awful she had acted that morning, Gordo had spent two weeks at the hospital with her, and she knew she had really hurt him with what she said. She wasn't really paying any attention to what was going on around her until she heard everyone gasp, and saw them turn their heads towards the door of the class room.
"Hi, Lizzie," she heard a familiar voice say. It was a guy, but she couldn't put her finger on who it was, so she turned around to see who it was, and was shocked by who she saw.
"FRANKIE!"
*Cliffhanger! lol I know, I hate Lizzie and Gordo fighting to, but the story needed some kind of plot. And for those of you who didn't see the episode with Frankie Muniz in it, he came to Hillridge and he and Lizzie dated for awhile, but broke up because of him being famous and the media following Lizzie around and stuff, but they were still friends. So that is the Frankie I am referring to at the end of this chapter.
