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~Animal Attraction~
Chapter Three: Navy Owl
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Gordo stared at his social studies book. He was supposed to be reading up on the civil war, but he couldn't concentrate. Lizzie hadn't just sounded upset -- she'd sounded disgusted. Way to boost his ego.
Why was he so hung up on her, anyway? She'd never look twice at him. At least, not as anything more than friends. He just wasn't boyfriend material, as far as Lizzie was concerned. And the only way he could improve himself in her eyes would be to morph into Ethan Craft.
Nothing doing.
He left the book opened and switched on the computer. Once he was logged onto the internet, he put in a search for Animology.
**Navy Owl: The navy owl has above-average intelligence, and is usually thinking of a million things at one time. They have an affinity for all things beautiful and have a creative streak a mile wide. They always want to learn something new. When it comes to love, navy owls stick their talons in something and hold fast.**
Maybe this was why he couldn't let Lizzie go. This stupid Animology business was fairly accurate.
**The navy owl gets along best with: giraffes, panthers, and toucans.
**They should avoid: cats and porpoises.
**Soul mate: the magenta tiger.**
It was there in *print* that he and Lizzie were supposed to be together. Never mind that it was in the same text that said 'go hang out with a panther'. Okay, so it was a stupid trend, but it hadn't been wrong yet.
He leaned back in the desk chair and stared at the ceiling. He should do something. But what?
What he wanted to do was call Lizzie. Against his better judgment, he wanted to apologize for being a derk. He hated fighting with her, and he hated being mad at her.
But she deserved it. She'd cast him aside, labeled him as unworthy. He was supposed to apologize for that? No way.
He thought about calling Miranda. Then again, maybe she was still at Lizzie's, the two of them sitting in the living room, laughing about how ludicrous it was that Gordo was Lizzie's soul mate.
Gordo sighed. What he needed were some guy friends. To talk about sports and girls and scabs and something other than this Animology junk.
Hey, Ethan himself had once said that it would be cool if the two of them hung out.
Maybe if he started hanging out with people like Ethan, girls would notice him. Not just Lizzie. But other girls. *Better* girls.
He closed his eyes. Pretending like he didn't care wasn't easy.
~Animal Attraction~
Chapter Three: Navy Owl
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Gordo stared at his social studies book. He was supposed to be reading up on the civil war, but he couldn't concentrate. Lizzie hadn't just sounded upset -- she'd sounded disgusted. Way to boost his ego.
Why was he so hung up on her, anyway? She'd never look twice at him. At least, not as anything more than friends. He just wasn't boyfriend material, as far as Lizzie was concerned. And the only way he could improve himself in her eyes would be to morph into Ethan Craft.
Nothing doing.
He left the book opened and switched on the computer. Once he was logged onto the internet, he put in a search for Animology.
**Navy Owl: The navy owl has above-average intelligence, and is usually thinking of a million things at one time. They have an affinity for all things beautiful and have a creative streak a mile wide. They always want to learn something new. When it comes to love, navy owls stick their talons in something and hold fast.**
Maybe this was why he couldn't let Lizzie go. This stupid Animology business was fairly accurate.
**The navy owl gets along best with: giraffes, panthers, and toucans.
**They should avoid: cats and porpoises.
**Soul mate: the magenta tiger.**
It was there in *print* that he and Lizzie were supposed to be together. Never mind that it was in the same text that said 'go hang out with a panther'. Okay, so it was a stupid trend, but it hadn't been wrong yet.
He leaned back in the desk chair and stared at the ceiling. He should do something. But what?
What he wanted to do was call Lizzie. Against his better judgment, he wanted to apologize for being a derk. He hated fighting with her, and he hated being mad at her.
But she deserved it. She'd cast him aside, labeled him as unworthy. He was supposed to apologize for that? No way.
He thought about calling Miranda. Then again, maybe she was still at Lizzie's, the two of them sitting in the living room, laughing about how ludicrous it was that Gordo was Lizzie's soul mate.
Gordo sighed. What he needed were some guy friends. To talk about sports and girls and scabs and something other than this Animology junk.
Hey, Ethan himself had once said that it would be cool if the two of them hung out.
Maybe if he started hanging out with people like Ethan, girls would notice him. Not just Lizzie. But other girls. *Better* girls.
He closed his eyes. Pretending like he didn't care wasn't easy.