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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***

Now that my past with Gordo was but a whisper of memory, and my future with him nonexistent, I still had Miranda to deal with. The ex-best friend, the temptress who'd stolen my boyfriend. There were two ways I could go about this. There was, of course, my ruination of her good name, leaving her a broken shell, an empty husk, with only Gordo to go crying to.

That wasn't good enough. Not for the slut who'd ruined me. The best course of action was to drive a wedge permanently between her and Gordo, so that they not only lost me, but they lost each other and were sad and alone.

It seemed vicious and vindictive. It seemed fitting. As the adage goes, 'mess with the best and die like the rest.' I was the queen, and soon I would make them the scum under my shoe. Complete social lepers.

I spent the weekend plotting. Well, to be more accurate, I spent the weekend with Kate and her cronies, who were now my cronies, wandering aimlessly about the mall, buying things that we would only care about for a week, cruelly mocking anyone we believed to be beneath us. Which was, of course, everybody. But while I was smiling and laughing, underneath I was scheming and planning.

So come Monday, I knew which would be the best route to take in my quest for greatness. Kate met me at my locker like she now did every morning faithfully, like a little puppy dog. I smiled and chatted, but my heart wasn't in it. (Sometimes I wonder if my heart ever *was* in it.) Mentally I was steeling myself for what was to come.

Gordo wasn't in class first period. I was glad to not see his face, proud of a job well done. What I had said must have really stuck with him, and now he had some deep, spiritual cleansing and character-evaluating to do. How ridiculously Gordo of him. A few well-place words, and he was just as afraid and insecure as the rest of them.

In a way, though, I was also glad not to see him because seeing him would be a reminder of what I'd done...who I was.

When the bell rang dismissing us from class, I told Kate to go ahead, I'd meet her later. While humiliating Miranda in public would be fun, it wasn't part of my plan --not yet, anyway. What I was going to do would be done away from prying eyes.

Miranda didn't know what to do with herself. She'd been distancing herself from Gordo from the beginning, but even she couldn't stay that far away from the only person still talking to her. But without him here, she truly was alone. She lagged behind the other students, waiting until she was left alone. She must not have seen me in the back of the room. As she started for the door, I made my presence known. "Miranda."

She looked up sharply, scanned the room, saw me, and froze in place. She backed away from the doorway, slightly towards the corner. I wonder if she knew she was doing it. I wonder if she knew what she looked like, stepping away from me, afraid of me. We used to be the best of friends, now she cowered when she saw me. Pathetic. This was *not* the Miranda I knew, that was for sure. But I wasn't the Lizzie anyone knew, either.

"You weren't at the dance Friday night," I said, my tone almost pleasant, my expression concerned.

Miranda's eyes darted around the empty room for a second, a perplexed look on her face. Clearly she didn't know how to deal with me being nice again.

"Uh...no." After a pause, she swallowed, and (incorrectly) sensing it was okay, added softly, "Gordo was supposed to come over to watch a movie, but he never showed."

Oh, what a huge mistake she was making, trusting me again. I nodded understandingly, and stepped closer, hugging my books to my chest in a gesture that was very closed-off, very old-Lizzie. She saw this and responded positively to it, straightening up slightly. I smiled gently. "You know where he was?" I asked, in a conversational tone.

She shook her head.

"He was at the dance," I said, and instantly, all friendliness dropped from my voice. "With me."

Her eyes widened, and she seemed to realize that she'd stepped right into a trap, but by this point I was between her and the door, so she had no choice but to ride it out.

"Yeah, we had a great conversation," I continued ruthlessly. "Very deep. You know what he said?"

Miranda looked like the last thing she wanted was to know what he said.

"He said --imagine this-- he said that *you* kissed *him*. Funny story, isn't it?" I said, smiling almost innocently as color drained from her face and was replaced by horror. "He completely sold you out, Sanchez. He tossed away your good name for one more chance with me."

The school erupted with the sound of the late bell. "Oops, that's the bell," I said. "Ciao!"

I flapped my hand at her in a casual wave and strode out of the room confidently, not concerned in the slightest about being late to my next class. Behind me, I knew Miranda was feeling scared and confused, lost and angry.

And I loved it.