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"Mr. Gordon," Ms. Ungermeyer called as he walked into the office the next day.
Gordo sat down his books then turned to face the principal. He found it amusing, that only four years ago, they'd been even in height, and he'd grown several inches, even gotten more defined in his arms and legs.
"You stated earlier this year that you would be interested in tutoring a fellow student," she stated.
Gordo tried to recall ever having said this, but gave up. There was no use in arguing with the principal.
"There is a student who is capable of graduating as one of the top students in your class, but she's chosen to not work to her potential. I want you to work with her, and maybe you can persuade into adapting better working habits."
Gordo raised his eyebrows. "Who is it?" he asked warily.
"Elizabeth McGuire. I told her you would meet with her on Thursday at the end of her suspension, after school in the library," Ms. Ungermeyer informed him picking though files.
Gordo stared at the principal in slight irritation. He didn't mind helping someone, especially not Lizzie, but he was annoyed because she hadn't even asked him before committing him to it. What if he'd had plans? He laughed at himself, he knew she'd tell him to cancel and he'd willing do it to get to know Lizzie a little better.
***
Lizzie twirled the combination lock, she'd only been gone three days, and she'd already forgotten the code, and it'd been a horribly long day. The teachers didn't seem to care for her, and she'd received glares from Kate and her followers all day.
She flipped open her notebook, then found the code. She twirled the lock again and popped it open. She was vaguely aware of the guy standing beside her.
She put her books inside the locker, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. He was about six foot tall, tan complexion, blue eyes, and sandy colored hair that came below his ears. Under his muscular arm was a basketball.
Lizzie shut the locker then turned to him. "Can I help you?" she asked.
"You're Lizzie, right?" he asked slowly.
She rolled her eyes. "Yes."
"Cool," he smiled. "I'm Ethan."
Lizzie raised her eyebrows, he was weird, cute, but weird. She reached out and snatched the ball away from him.
"What are you doing?" he asked, reaching for the ball.
Lizzie dribbled the ball on the tiled floor, the sound echoing through the empty hallways. Ethan made another pass for the ball, but Lizzie quickly turned with it and slid away from him. "You want it?" she asked, walking backwards. "Come get it."
She darted out the hallway doors and onto the grounds surrounding the school. The basketball court was only a few feet away, she ran quickly over then threw the ball up and it sank through the net.
Ethan nodded from below the net as he caught the ball. "Nice shot."
"Let's go," Lizzie stated, a note of challenge in her voice.
"Go where?" he asked.
"Let's play."
Ethan chuckled, shaking his head. "You're a girl."
"Good for you! Now if you're as quick on the court as you are mentally, I won't have much of a challenge," she joked.
Ethan looked puzzled by her comment, then checked the ball with her. The game was quickly underway. She continually ducked under his arms, and stole the ball. As she sank her third shot in a row, Lizzie suddenly remembered she was supposed to meet her tutor in the library.
"I win," she smiled, flipping her hair over her shoulders as she jogged towards the stairs.
"No, I let you win," he argued. "Where you going?"
She didn't answer, but ran to her locker and grabbed her English book, ran up the stairs, then darted into the library. It was empty.
"Great," she muttered, pushing a strand of her hair out of her face.
"What's great?" a voice called.
Lizzie turned the corner, and saw Gordo sitting on a table. "What are you doing here?"
"You're late," he stated.
"You're my tutor?" she asked.
Gordo nodded. "Where were you?"
"I was talking to this guy, Evan," she replied.
Gordo looked confused. "Evan? There's no Evan.Do you mean Ethan?"
Lizzie nodded. "Yeah, that must be it. So what are we doing?"
"Helping you pass English. Have you read it?" he asked, picking up the book beside her.
"Maybe," she replied, tilting her head as she stared at him. Her blue eyes burning into his. He had really nice eyes, and his curls were cute. She wanted to brush them away from his eyes though.
"Maybe?" he repeated irritably. "Either you've read it or you haven't."
"I did," she stated. "But I didn't understand it."
"Did you pay attention to what you were reading?"
"Not really," Lizzie replied, flipping through the book.
Gordo sighed. "How far did you understand?"
"To the part where she was dying and talking to that guy she in love with," Lizzie explained.
"Halfway through the book," Gordo nodded, realizing that Lizzie interest was quickly fading. He picked up the book and flipped to the part she'd been talking about. He read a few of the passages aloud to her. When he looked up, he was surprised to see her grazed locked on him.
"What?" he asked softly.
"I-Nothing," she shrugged, sitting back. "I just like the way it sounds when you read it."
Gordo nodded, looking back at the pages. That wasn't what he'd wanted to hear. What did he want to hear? He wasn't sure, but it had nothing do with this book.
"Mr. Gordon," Ms. Ungermeyer called as he walked into the office the next day.
Gordo sat down his books then turned to face the principal. He found it amusing, that only four years ago, they'd been even in height, and he'd grown several inches, even gotten more defined in his arms and legs.
"You stated earlier this year that you would be interested in tutoring a fellow student," she stated.
Gordo tried to recall ever having said this, but gave up. There was no use in arguing with the principal.
"There is a student who is capable of graduating as one of the top students in your class, but she's chosen to not work to her potential. I want you to work with her, and maybe you can persuade into adapting better working habits."
Gordo raised his eyebrows. "Who is it?" he asked warily.
"Elizabeth McGuire. I told her you would meet with her on Thursday at the end of her suspension, after school in the library," Ms. Ungermeyer informed him picking though files.
Gordo stared at the principal in slight irritation. He didn't mind helping someone, especially not Lizzie, but he was annoyed because she hadn't even asked him before committing him to it. What if he'd had plans? He laughed at himself, he knew she'd tell him to cancel and he'd willing do it to get to know Lizzie a little better.
***
Lizzie twirled the combination lock, she'd only been gone three days, and she'd already forgotten the code, and it'd been a horribly long day. The teachers didn't seem to care for her, and she'd received glares from Kate and her followers all day.
She flipped open her notebook, then found the code. She twirled the lock again and popped it open. She was vaguely aware of the guy standing beside her.
She put her books inside the locker, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. He was about six foot tall, tan complexion, blue eyes, and sandy colored hair that came below his ears. Under his muscular arm was a basketball.
Lizzie shut the locker then turned to him. "Can I help you?" she asked.
"You're Lizzie, right?" he asked slowly.
She rolled her eyes. "Yes."
"Cool," he smiled. "I'm Ethan."
Lizzie raised her eyebrows, he was weird, cute, but weird. She reached out and snatched the ball away from him.
"What are you doing?" he asked, reaching for the ball.
Lizzie dribbled the ball on the tiled floor, the sound echoing through the empty hallways. Ethan made another pass for the ball, but Lizzie quickly turned with it and slid away from him. "You want it?" she asked, walking backwards. "Come get it."
She darted out the hallway doors and onto the grounds surrounding the school. The basketball court was only a few feet away, she ran quickly over then threw the ball up and it sank through the net.
Ethan nodded from below the net as he caught the ball. "Nice shot."
"Let's go," Lizzie stated, a note of challenge in her voice.
"Go where?" he asked.
"Let's play."
Ethan chuckled, shaking his head. "You're a girl."
"Good for you! Now if you're as quick on the court as you are mentally, I won't have much of a challenge," she joked.
Ethan looked puzzled by her comment, then checked the ball with her. The game was quickly underway. She continually ducked under his arms, and stole the ball. As she sank her third shot in a row, Lizzie suddenly remembered she was supposed to meet her tutor in the library.
"I win," she smiled, flipping her hair over her shoulders as she jogged towards the stairs.
"No, I let you win," he argued. "Where you going?"
She didn't answer, but ran to her locker and grabbed her English book, ran up the stairs, then darted into the library. It was empty.
"Great," she muttered, pushing a strand of her hair out of her face.
"What's great?" a voice called.
Lizzie turned the corner, and saw Gordo sitting on a table. "What are you doing here?"
"You're late," he stated.
"You're my tutor?" she asked.
Gordo nodded. "Where were you?"
"I was talking to this guy, Evan," she replied.
Gordo looked confused. "Evan? There's no Evan.Do you mean Ethan?"
Lizzie nodded. "Yeah, that must be it. So what are we doing?"
"Helping you pass English. Have you read it?" he asked, picking up the book beside her.
"Maybe," she replied, tilting her head as she stared at him. Her blue eyes burning into his. He had really nice eyes, and his curls were cute. She wanted to brush them away from his eyes though.
"Maybe?" he repeated irritably. "Either you've read it or you haven't."
"I did," she stated. "But I didn't understand it."
"Did you pay attention to what you were reading?"
"Not really," Lizzie replied, flipping through the book.
Gordo sighed. "How far did you understand?"
"To the part where she was dying and talking to that guy she in love with," Lizzie explained.
"Halfway through the book," Gordo nodded, realizing that Lizzie interest was quickly fading. He picked up the book and flipped to the part she'd been talking about. He read a few of the passages aloud to her. When he looked up, he was surprised to see her grazed locked on him.
"What?" he asked softly.
"I-Nothing," she shrugged, sitting back. "I just like the way it sounds when you read it."
Gordo nodded, looking back at the pages. That wasn't what he'd wanted to hear. What did he want to hear? He wasn't sure, but it had nothing do with this book.