CHAPTER 3
The Secrets' Out (Lizzie's P.O.V.)
"You won't believe what Lizzie's been keeping from us, Sam." Said my mom at the dinner table.
"Mom!" I hissed, giving her a look that said, 'Tell him and you die.' But, just like every other mom who can't take a hint, she decided to ignore the look and tell him anyway.
"Lizzie was kissed in Rome." She said, winking at me.
"What?!" my dad exclaimed, almost spitting out his food. "It was that little Roman popstar-wanna-be, wasn't it?" he was in an outrage. "I'll fly right back over there and bury him alive, I will-"
"Dad!" I shouted. He stopped his ranting and looked at me. "It wasn't him. It was-um..."
"It was that pretty-boy, Ethan, wasn't it?" he said flatly, almost shaking with rage. This wasn't like my dad.
"No." I replied, looking at my food.
"I bet it was Gordo." Said Matt in a mischievous tone. "That's why she won't talk to him. Boy that's stupid..." My dad glanced at me with a look that plainly said, 'Please tell me it wasn't Gordo...I don't want to kill him...' I simply looked around the table, and then stood up, storming out of the room. But only after giving my mom one last glare.
I ran up to my room and slammed the door behind me. I plopped down on my bed and tried to keep the tears from falling. Everything was all screwed up. And - as much as I hated to admit it - Matt was right. This was stupid. And I needed someone to talk to about it. But who?
I couldn't talk to Matt; he'd just make fun of me. I couldn't talk to Gordo; well, you know why. I couldn't talk to my parents; my mom would get all mushy on me and my dad would get angry again. I couldn't talk to Miranda for another week. Who else was left to talk to?
There was Kate. Wait...what was I thinking? I couldn't talk to Kate Sanders about my love life! But, then again, she had been pretty good about it in Rome. Still... Ah, who else was I going to talk to?
I walked over to my desk and pulled my address book out of the top drawer. What? It wasn't like I had her number memorized or anything... I found her number and picked up the phone. I took a deep breath before dialing. Hey, it takes guts to call Kate Sanders about your love life. It rang three times before she answered.
"Hello?"
"Hi...Kate?" I said.
"Yeah..." she said in that voice that only Kate got away with using.
"This is Lizzie."
"Oh." She replied in a slightly disappointed tone. "What do you want?"
"Um...I was wondering if I could ask-"
"Look, whatever it is, I'm sure you can talk to Gordo about it."
"Kate, Gordo's the reason I called you." Kate seemed to be letting this settle in. Oh great, now she had me black-mailed.
"Well," she said. "Can't you talk to your mom about it?"
"Would you talk to your mom about Ethan?"
"Uh...good point."
"So, can you help me or not?"
"Lizzie, I don't see what you need my help for."
"We haven't spoken in a month."
"Woah, that has to be some sort of record."
"That's what I said." I replied.
"Ok. Why do you think you haven't spoken in a month?" Kate said. She suddenly sounded interested.
"Because, I've been doing everything imaginable to ignore him."
"What the hell for?!" she exclaimed. "What happened that could've possibly made you ignore Gordo?" now she sounded like Kate.
"Well...uh..."
"What?" she was interested again.
"Well, the night before we left..." I was very hesitant. "We kissed, alright?" Kate made a sound like she spit out pop all over.
"You kissed Gordo?!" she yelled in my ear.
"I knew I shouldn't have called..."
"No!" she exclaimed. "Why in the world would you ignore him after a kiss?"
"I dunno..."
"Was it terrible or something?"
"Not at all..."
"Do you think you were terrible?"
"Not at all-wait, what?"
"Never mind." Said Kate. "Has he called you."
"Yeah. Lots of times."
"Well, I know you like him..."
"Kate, I do not like Gordo." I said. "I love Gordo."
"That's sweet and all, but lets get back to the matter at hand. You're ignoring him. Why?"
"Well, I was nervous around him on the plane. So I kept on putting off calling him when I got back."
"And now, you're afraid that any chances you had with him are ruined because you wouldn't call him for a month." That's when it hit me. The reason I felt this way. I felt guilty for being so stupid. Kate was right.
"Kate, you're right."
"I know." She said, sounding like Kate again. "But don't think that just because I gave you advise on love, that we're best friends now. Because we aren't."
"Didn't expect us to be."
"Buh-bye."
"Bye, Kate."
The Secrets' Out (Lizzie's P.O.V.)
"You won't believe what Lizzie's been keeping from us, Sam." Said my mom at the dinner table.
"Mom!" I hissed, giving her a look that said, 'Tell him and you die.' But, just like every other mom who can't take a hint, she decided to ignore the look and tell him anyway.
"Lizzie was kissed in Rome." She said, winking at me.
"What?!" my dad exclaimed, almost spitting out his food. "It was that little Roman popstar-wanna-be, wasn't it?" he was in an outrage. "I'll fly right back over there and bury him alive, I will-"
"Dad!" I shouted. He stopped his ranting and looked at me. "It wasn't him. It was-um..."
"It was that pretty-boy, Ethan, wasn't it?" he said flatly, almost shaking with rage. This wasn't like my dad.
"No." I replied, looking at my food.
"I bet it was Gordo." Said Matt in a mischievous tone. "That's why she won't talk to him. Boy that's stupid..." My dad glanced at me with a look that plainly said, 'Please tell me it wasn't Gordo...I don't want to kill him...' I simply looked around the table, and then stood up, storming out of the room. But only after giving my mom one last glare.
I ran up to my room and slammed the door behind me. I plopped down on my bed and tried to keep the tears from falling. Everything was all screwed up. And - as much as I hated to admit it - Matt was right. This was stupid. And I needed someone to talk to about it. But who?
I couldn't talk to Matt; he'd just make fun of me. I couldn't talk to Gordo; well, you know why. I couldn't talk to my parents; my mom would get all mushy on me and my dad would get angry again. I couldn't talk to Miranda for another week. Who else was left to talk to?
There was Kate. Wait...what was I thinking? I couldn't talk to Kate Sanders about my love life! But, then again, she had been pretty good about it in Rome. Still... Ah, who else was I going to talk to?
I walked over to my desk and pulled my address book out of the top drawer. What? It wasn't like I had her number memorized or anything... I found her number and picked up the phone. I took a deep breath before dialing. Hey, it takes guts to call Kate Sanders about your love life. It rang three times before she answered.
"Hello?"
"Hi...Kate?" I said.
"Yeah..." she said in that voice that only Kate got away with using.
"This is Lizzie."
"Oh." She replied in a slightly disappointed tone. "What do you want?"
"Um...I was wondering if I could ask-"
"Look, whatever it is, I'm sure you can talk to Gordo about it."
"Kate, Gordo's the reason I called you." Kate seemed to be letting this settle in. Oh great, now she had me black-mailed.
"Well," she said. "Can't you talk to your mom about it?"
"Would you talk to your mom about Ethan?"
"Uh...good point."
"So, can you help me or not?"
"Lizzie, I don't see what you need my help for."
"We haven't spoken in a month."
"Woah, that has to be some sort of record."
"That's what I said." I replied.
"Ok. Why do you think you haven't spoken in a month?" Kate said. She suddenly sounded interested.
"Because, I've been doing everything imaginable to ignore him."
"What the hell for?!" she exclaimed. "What happened that could've possibly made you ignore Gordo?" now she sounded like Kate.
"Well...uh..."
"What?" she was interested again.
"Well, the night before we left..." I was very hesitant. "We kissed, alright?" Kate made a sound like she spit out pop all over.
"You kissed Gordo?!" she yelled in my ear.
"I knew I shouldn't have called..."
"No!" she exclaimed. "Why in the world would you ignore him after a kiss?"
"I dunno..."
"Was it terrible or something?"
"Not at all..."
"Do you think you were terrible?"
"Not at all-wait, what?"
"Never mind." Said Kate. "Has he called you."
"Yeah. Lots of times."
"Well, I know you like him..."
"Kate, I do not like Gordo." I said. "I love Gordo."
"That's sweet and all, but lets get back to the matter at hand. You're ignoring him. Why?"
"Well, I was nervous around him on the plane. So I kept on putting off calling him when I got back."
"And now, you're afraid that any chances you had with him are ruined because you wouldn't call him for a month." That's when it hit me. The reason I felt this way. I felt guilty for being so stupid. Kate was right.
"Kate, you're right."
"I know." She said, sounding like Kate again. "But don't think that just because I gave you advise on love, that we're best friends now. Because we aren't."
"Didn't expect us to be."
"Buh-bye."
"Bye, Kate."