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Gordo shut his locker, finally the end of a very long Monday. He'd tried not the think about Lizzie and the weekend. But she wouldn't get out of his head. He smiled, at least he was meeting her in a couple of minutes for her tutoring session.
He walked down the hallways and heard the soft chiming laughter that he'd been wanting to hear since the weekend. He turned the corner to greet her, but when he saw she was talking to Ethan, he quickly flung himself back around the corner. He tried to shut out her conversation, but he couldn't help it. He listened as she giggled at something Ethan said.
Unable to resist looking, Gordo peered around the corner. Ethan was leaning against a locker looking down at Lizzie, his hand laid lightly on her arm. Lizzie didn't look like she minded the attention.
He couldn't watch anymore, then turned and took the long way to the library. Inside, it was empty, part of his agreement with Ms. Ungermeyer was that he and Lizzie had the library to themselves. Since he was an honor student and an aid to her, she was quick to comply.
He walked across the library and angrily threw this book onto the table. He ran his hands roughly through the mass of curls on his head. He needed to calm down. It wasn't Lizzie's fault he was experiencing a jealous fit right now. He sat down at the table and put his head in his hands, taking a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
"Hi," that beautiful voice called.
He didn't answer, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He reached for the book and opened it, grateful that he had something else to attempt to focus his attention on.
Lizzie sat across from him. He tried not to let his eyes dance over her beautiful blonde hair, and her scooped necked shirt. "How far did you read?" his tone was harsher than he meant it to be.
"What's wrong?" she asked, laying the book on the table, trying to catch his eye.
"Nothing," he answered, flipping the pages. "Let's just read."
"Well, obviously it's something if you're not even going to say hi to me, or speak civilly."
He bit his tongue to keep himself from saying anything, afraid of the words that would spill out.
"Look, if it's about Friday night-" she began.
"It's not," he cut her off.
Lizzie grabbed the book and fell back against the chair. She rolled here eyes. "Whatever." She flipped it open to the chapter she was one, not bothering to tell him, and she started to read aloud. After she had read several chapters, she slammed the book down on the table. "You don't have to stay here."
"What?" he asked, bringing his eyes up to her face.
"You're mad. I've wasted you time, and now you don't want to help me. So, go home," she stated, staring at him.
Gordo didn't know how to tell her that was the complete opposite of what he wanted, instead he answered meekly, "I never said that."
"You have said anything for the past half hour," she retorted, locking his gaze.
"I was listening to you read," he lied. He had no intention whatsoever of telling her that he had been battling with the vision of her in Ethan's Mustang for the past half hour, and any kind of anger he had felt towards her had completely melted away.
"And?"
"And what?"
"And what do you think?"
"I think you're understanding it," he stated. "I think you're grasping the theme of the novel."
Lizzie smiled, pushing a strand of her hair away from her face. "I think I am too."
Desperate to keep the conversation away from what he was thinking about, he focused on the book and school work. "Have you started on your project?"
"Not really," Lizzie replied, looking down at her fingers.
"Do you have any idea of what you want to do yet?"
"Well, maybe," she replied. "But it's really stupid, and I don't think I'll do it."
"What is it?"
Lizzie took a deep breath, and stared down at the table. "It's during her death scene. When she's with the man she really loves, but she didn't marry because he wasn't rich like her husband. Where she tells him that she loves him, but at the same time she wishes him pain for the rest of his life."
"I don't think it's stupid," Gordo replied, watching her.
"But it's a scene with two people."
"And?"
"I'd have to have someone else read it with me."
"I'll do it," he volunteered.
"Really?" she asked. "Thanks. But, wait, I don't have it here, and it's not done yet."
"Where is it?"
"My house. If you really want to help me with it though, you can come over," she replied.
Gordo nodded. "When?"
"How about tonight? Are you busy?" she asked.
Busy? Him? He would cancel all plans to go to her house and help her out. "Well what time?"
"About six thirty?" she asked hopefully.
"Six thirty," he repeated slowly, nodding. "Okay, it's a date-well, I mean, I'll be there."
Gordo shut his locker, finally the end of a very long Monday. He'd tried not the think about Lizzie and the weekend. But she wouldn't get out of his head. He smiled, at least he was meeting her in a couple of minutes for her tutoring session.
He walked down the hallways and heard the soft chiming laughter that he'd been wanting to hear since the weekend. He turned the corner to greet her, but when he saw she was talking to Ethan, he quickly flung himself back around the corner. He tried to shut out her conversation, but he couldn't help it. He listened as she giggled at something Ethan said.
Unable to resist looking, Gordo peered around the corner. Ethan was leaning against a locker looking down at Lizzie, his hand laid lightly on her arm. Lizzie didn't look like she minded the attention.
He couldn't watch anymore, then turned and took the long way to the library. Inside, it was empty, part of his agreement with Ms. Ungermeyer was that he and Lizzie had the library to themselves. Since he was an honor student and an aid to her, she was quick to comply.
He walked across the library and angrily threw this book onto the table. He ran his hands roughly through the mass of curls on his head. He needed to calm down. It wasn't Lizzie's fault he was experiencing a jealous fit right now. He sat down at the table and put his head in his hands, taking a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
"Hi," that beautiful voice called.
He didn't answer, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He reached for the book and opened it, grateful that he had something else to attempt to focus his attention on.
Lizzie sat across from him. He tried not to let his eyes dance over her beautiful blonde hair, and her scooped necked shirt. "How far did you read?" his tone was harsher than he meant it to be.
"What's wrong?" she asked, laying the book on the table, trying to catch his eye.
"Nothing," he answered, flipping the pages. "Let's just read."
"Well, obviously it's something if you're not even going to say hi to me, or speak civilly."
He bit his tongue to keep himself from saying anything, afraid of the words that would spill out.
"Look, if it's about Friday night-" she began.
"It's not," he cut her off.
Lizzie grabbed the book and fell back against the chair. She rolled here eyes. "Whatever." She flipped it open to the chapter she was one, not bothering to tell him, and she started to read aloud. After she had read several chapters, she slammed the book down on the table. "You don't have to stay here."
"What?" he asked, bringing his eyes up to her face.
"You're mad. I've wasted you time, and now you don't want to help me. So, go home," she stated, staring at him.
Gordo didn't know how to tell her that was the complete opposite of what he wanted, instead he answered meekly, "I never said that."
"You have said anything for the past half hour," she retorted, locking his gaze.
"I was listening to you read," he lied. He had no intention whatsoever of telling her that he had been battling with the vision of her in Ethan's Mustang for the past half hour, and any kind of anger he had felt towards her had completely melted away.
"And?"
"And what?"
"And what do you think?"
"I think you're understanding it," he stated. "I think you're grasping the theme of the novel."
Lizzie smiled, pushing a strand of her hair away from her face. "I think I am too."
Desperate to keep the conversation away from what he was thinking about, he focused on the book and school work. "Have you started on your project?"
"Not really," Lizzie replied, looking down at her fingers.
"Do you have any idea of what you want to do yet?"
"Well, maybe," she replied. "But it's really stupid, and I don't think I'll do it."
"What is it?"
Lizzie took a deep breath, and stared down at the table. "It's during her death scene. When she's with the man she really loves, but she didn't marry because he wasn't rich like her husband. Where she tells him that she loves him, but at the same time she wishes him pain for the rest of his life."
"I don't think it's stupid," Gordo replied, watching her.
"But it's a scene with two people."
"And?"
"I'd have to have someone else read it with me."
"I'll do it," he volunteered.
"Really?" she asked. "Thanks. But, wait, I don't have it here, and it's not done yet."
"Where is it?"
"My house. If you really want to help me with it though, you can come over," she replied.
Gordo nodded. "When?"
"How about tonight? Are you busy?" she asked.
Busy? Him? He would cancel all plans to go to her house and help her out. "Well what time?"
"About six thirty?" she asked hopefully.
"Six thirty," he repeated slowly, nodding. "Okay, it's a date-well, I mean, I'll be there."