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Miranda smiled as she approached Lizzie's locker, then jumped as her friend slammed it, her face twisted up in annoyance.
"Hola," she greeted. "What's up?"
"Hey, Miranda," Lizzie replied, leaning back against her locker.
"What's wrong?" Miranda asked.
Lizzie laughed angrily. "Who do you think?"
"Kate still?"
"Oh, yeah. She has to find something to start on, every single day. As if I'm not ungraceful enough on my own, she has to help me. She'll stick her foot out, she'll push me in the hallways. But, it's not always her. It's someone she hangs out with. If I wasn't outnumbered," Lizzie threatened.
"Kate knows she can get to you," Miranda stated softly. "Why do you let her get to you?"
"Because if she keeps it up, I will solve the problem in about four hits. I promise you, I can only be pushed so far. You have no idea how much it's been killing me since I last got in that fight with her. The only reason I haven't done anything is because I don't want to get suspended again, I don't need to fall behind any more on my school work," Lizzie stated. "I am going to graduate this year, and get into a good college."
Miranda nodded towards the exit doors. "That's good."
"Ugh! How do you stand her!" Lizzie exclaimed, angrily.
"Because she's like the queen of the school," Miranda answered.
"That reason sucks," Lizzie replied dryly.
"And, I can't do what you do."
"What? Stand up for yourself?"
"No, I can do that, but then I usually say things that make people hostile, and then they want to fight, and that I can't do."
"What?"
"I couldn't throw a decent punch if my life depended on it," Miranda confessed, walking towards her silver VW Bug. "Want a ride?"
"Sure," Lizzie stated, climbing inside. "Now, you were kidding, about not being able to throw a decent punch, right?"
"No," Miranda stated. "And I'm not the kind to get into a fight."
"That doesn't matter. You have to be able to defend yourself," Lizzie stated.
"No, I don't ," Miranda argued, pushing her black hair out of her face. "That's why I keep my mouth shut and I walk away."
"I'm not saying you have to punch someone who calls you a name, but if someone comes at you, you need to be able to fend them off," Lizzie stated. "Look, come to my house tonight, and I'll teach you how to throw a punch."
Miranda stared at Lizzie, had she lost her mind? "Are you serious?"
"Totally."
"All right," Miranda answered. "I can tell arguing with you is useless."
Lizzie nodded, laughing, then her laughter died off. "Have you talked to Gordo today?"
Miranda raised her eyebrows at Lizzie. "Yeah, why?"
"Nothing," Lizzie replied, quickly. "He just didn't sit with us at lunch like he usually does."
"Yeah, I know," Miranda answered, keeping her eyes on the road. "Usually, if he's not going to eat with me he tells me why. But he just didn't show up today. And he was here, cause I saw him."
"Yeah. I did too," Lizzie stated softly, not mentioning that he hadn't said a word to her all day.
***
Gordo walked out of the school and glanced around the courtyard, which was deserted except the one person he wanted to talk to, Ethan Craft.
Ethan was dribbling a basketball, staring up at the hoop. He shot the ball and it swished through the net. Gordo walked over to him and picked up the ball before Ethan reached it.
"Why does everyone do that to me?" Ethan complained.
"What?" Gordo asked.
"Nothing," Ethan replied. "Are you going to play with me Gord-on?"
"I was just going to talk to you," he replied.
"Well, talk while you play," Ethan replied, checking the ball.
Gordo took off the button up shirt he was wearing and laid it beside his backpack. He couldn't believe he was honestly going to play Ethan at basketball. Though Gordo liked the game, he wasn't a jock like Ethan. He was going to get creamed. Right now, he didn't care, he had to talk to Ethan about this.
"So, you know the new girl?" Gordo asked, stealing the ball.
"Lizzie? Yeah, what about her?"
He threw the ball up, but Ethan blocked it, then took off with the ball. "What do you think of her?"
"She's cool, and she looks good too," Ethan replied, throwing the ball through the net.
Gordo wiped sweat from his forehead, and made a pass for the ball once it was in play.
"She's good at basketball too," Ethan continued. "There's nothing as hot as a girl who had confidence and can play games with the guys."
Gordo got the ball and tossed it into the net. "So, you like her?"
Ethan idly bounced the ball. "I guess so."
Gordo grabbed the ball and shot it through the net, trying to think of what to say next. "Would you ever ask her out?"
"I've been thinking about it."
Gordo bounced the ball, the score had taken a turn in his favor. "What about Kate?"
"We're broke up. Right after Lizzie beat her up."
Gordo threw the ball and it ricocheted off the rim. Ethan scooped up the ball and scored two more points.
"What's up with all the questions? You got a thing for Lizzie?"
Gordo pushed his sweat soaked hair out of his face. "Me? Yeah right," he lied, trying to concentrate on the game, on anything but Lizzie and the fact that he was going to lose her to Ethan.
Ethan stopped guarding Gordo and glanced at his watch. "I've got to go home, but you know since you don't have a thing for Lizzie, I'm going to ask her out. Thanks for talking to me, and good game."
Miranda smiled as she approached Lizzie's locker, then jumped as her friend slammed it, her face twisted up in annoyance.
"Hola," she greeted. "What's up?"
"Hey, Miranda," Lizzie replied, leaning back against her locker.
"What's wrong?" Miranda asked.
Lizzie laughed angrily. "Who do you think?"
"Kate still?"
"Oh, yeah. She has to find something to start on, every single day. As if I'm not ungraceful enough on my own, she has to help me. She'll stick her foot out, she'll push me in the hallways. But, it's not always her. It's someone she hangs out with. If I wasn't outnumbered," Lizzie threatened.
"Kate knows she can get to you," Miranda stated softly. "Why do you let her get to you?"
"Because if she keeps it up, I will solve the problem in about four hits. I promise you, I can only be pushed so far. You have no idea how much it's been killing me since I last got in that fight with her. The only reason I haven't done anything is because I don't want to get suspended again, I don't need to fall behind any more on my school work," Lizzie stated. "I am going to graduate this year, and get into a good college."
Miranda nodded towards the exit doors. "That's good."
"Ugh! How do you stand her!" Lizzie exclaimed, angrily.
"Because she's like the queen of the school," Miranda answered.
"That reason sucks," Lizzie replied dryly.
"And, I can't do what you do."
"What? Stand up for yourself?"
"No, I can do that, but then I usually say things that make people hostile, and then they want to fight, and that I can't do."
"What?"
"I couldn't throw a decent punch if my life depended on it," Miranda confessed, walking towards her silver VW Bug. "Want a ride?"
"Sure," Lizzie stated, climbing inside. "Now, you were kidding, about not being able to throw a decent punch, right?"
"No," Miranda stated. "And I'm not the kind to get into a fight."
"That doesn't matter. You have to be able to defend yourself," Lizzie stated.
"No, I don't ," Miranda argued, pushing her black hair out of her face. "That's why I keep my mouth shut and I walk away."
"I'm not saying you have to punch someone who calls you a name, but if someone comes at you, you need to be able to fend them off," Lizzie stated. "Look, come to my house tonight, and I'll teach you how to throw a punch."
Miranda stared at Lizzie, had she lost her mind? "Are you serious?"
"Totally."
"All right," Miranda answered. "I can tell arguing with you is useless."
Lizzie nodded, laughing, then her laughter died off. "Have you talked to Gordo today?"
Miranda raised her eyebrows at Lizzie. "Yeah, why?"
"Nothing," Lizzie replied, quickly. "He just didn't sit with us at lunch like he usually does."
"Yeah, I know," Miranda answered, keeping her eyes on the road. "Usually, if he's not going to eat with me he tells me why. But he just didn't show up today. And he was here, cause I saw him."
"Yeah. I did too," Lizzie stated softly, not mentioning that he hadn't said a word to her all day.
***
Gordo walked out of the school and glanced around the courtyard, which was deserted except the one person he wanted to talk to, Ethan Craft.
Ethan was dribbling a basketball, staring up at the hoop. He shot the ball and it swished through the net. Gordo walked over to him and picked up the ball before Ethan reached it.
"Why does everyone do that to me?" Ethan complained.
"What?" Gordo asked.
"Nothing," Ethan replied. "Are you going to play with me Gord-on?"
"I was just going to talk to you," he replied.
"Well, talk while you play," Ethan replied, checking the ball.
Gordo took off the button up shirt he was wearing and laid it beside his backpack. He couldn't believe he was honestly going to play Ethan at basketball. Though Gordo liked the game, he wasn't a jock like Ethan. He was going to get creamed. Right now, he didn't care, he had to talk to Ethan about this.
"So, you know the new girl?" Gordo asked, stealing the ball.
"Lizzie? Yeah, what about her?"
He threw the ball up, but Ethan blocked it, then took off with the ball. "What do you think of her?"
"She's cool, and she looks good too," Ethan replied, throwing the ball through the net.
Gordo wiped sweat from his forehead, and made a pass for the ball once it was in play.
"She's good at basketball too," Ethan continued. "There's nothing as hot as a girl who had confidence and can play games with the guys."
Gordo got the ball and tossed it into the net. "So, you like her?"
Ethan idly bounced the ball. "I guess so."
Gordo grabbed the ball and shot it through the net, trying to think of what to say next. "Would you ever ask her out?"
"I've been thinking about it."
Gordo bounced the ball, the score had taken a turn in his favor. "What about Kate?"
"We're broke up. Right after Lizzie beat her up."
Gordo threw the ball and it ricocheted off the rim. Ethan scooped up the ball and scored two more points.
"What's up with all the questions? You got a thing for Lizzie?"
Gordo pushed his sweat soaked hair out of his face. "Me? Yeah right," he lied, trying to concentrate on the game, on anything but Lizzie and the fact that he was going to lose her to Ethan.
Ethan stopped guarding Gordo and glanced at his watch. "I've got to go home, but you know since you don't have a thing for Lizzie, I'm going to ask her out. Thanks for talking to me, and good game."