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Summary: it's the gang's sophomore year of high school, but when Lizzie finds out what Gordo did, she completely changes.
***Reap What You Sow***
Gordo and Miranda appeared at my house that evening, clearly staging an intervention of some sort. Trying to save our friendship.
You couldn't save what didn't exist.
I wouldn't talk. I remained firm in that decision I'd made when my mom had first yelled upstairs that Gordo and Miranda were here. I lay on my stomach on my bed, face buried in my pillow. Back exposed, unprotected, waiting for them to twist the knife they'd so heartlessly plunged in there.
"Lizzie, it wasn't what it looked like," Gordo said.
That did it. Resolution thrown out the window. With surprising skill, I leapt out of bed and faced them in an angry stance. "Oh, so you *didn't* have your tongue shoved down her throat."
They glanced at each other guiltily for a fraction of a second. "Just out of curiosity, what story were you two planning on feeding me? One of you was choking, and you were performing mouth-to-mouth? You were rehearsing for a school play? It was an accident? No, really, Gordo, what tired excuse were you going to pull out of your ass and give me? *You're* supposed to be the smart, creative one...what was it?" I waited expectantly while he sought for words.
Finally he sighed, his shoulders slumping, and he didn't even have the decency to meet my eyes. Not that I would have wanted him to. "Okay, you're right. It was what it looked like. Miranda and I were kissing."
"Get out."
"Lizzie, come on, we didn't mean to hurt you. We weren't *planning* it or anything, it just *happened*."
"Heard it before in a teen movie, Miranda. Don't try to pull some crap on me. You're a slut," I said, pointing at Miranda, "and you're a vicious scumbag," ending on Gordo. "Now get out."
They gazed at me with sad puppy dog eyes, but I was too dead inside to have it affect me. "Get out," I repeated, and this time, they complied. Third time's the charm, after all.
I shut my door after their retreating backs, returned to my original position on the bed, and fell asleep within seconds.
Summary: it's the gang's sophomore year of high school, but when Lizzie finds out what Gordo did, she completely changes.
***Reap What You Sow***
Gordo and Miranda appeared at my house that evening, clearly staging an intervention of some sort. Trying to save our friendship.
You couldn't save what didn't exist.
I wouldn't talk. I remained firm in that decision I'd made when my mom had first yelled upstairs that Gordo and Miranda were here. I lay on my stomach on my bed, face buried in my pillow. Back exposed, unprotected, waiting for them to twist the knife they'd so heartlessly plunged in there.
"Lizzie, it wasn't what it looked like," Gordo said.
That did it. Resolution thrown out the window. With surprising skill, I leapt out of bed and faced them in an angry stance. "Oh, so you *didn't* have your tongue shoved down her throat."
They glanced at each other guiltily for a fraction of a second. "Just out of curiosity, what story were you two planning on feeding me? One of you was choking, and you were performing mouth-to-mouth? You were rehearsing for a school play? It was an accident? No, really, Gordo, what tired excuse were you going to pull out of your ass and give me? *You're* supposed to be the smart, creative one...what was it?" I waited expectantly while he sought for words.
Finally he sighed, his shoulders slumping, and he didn't even have the decency to meet my eyes. Not that I would have wanted him to. "Okay, you're right. It was what it looked like. Miranda and I were kissing."
"Get out."
"Lizzie, come on, we didn't mean to hurt you. We weren't *planning* it or anything, it just *happened*."
"Heard it before in a teen movie, Miranda. Don't try to pull some crap on me. You're a slut," I said, pointing at Miranda, "and you're a vicious scumbag," ending on Gordo. "Now get out."
They gazed at me with sad puppy dog eyes, but I was too dead inside to have it affect me. "Get out," I repeated, and this time, they complied. Third time's the charm, after all.
I shut my door after their retreating backs, returned to my original position on the bed, and fell asleep within seconds.
