A/N: I felt that Davis wasn't around much. Included him last chapter. Yeah.
I'm a boring person with not much to say anymore I suppose. Oh well. This
chapter starts out in Senior Year.
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Chapter 9
~Senior Year~
"And our National Merit Finalists for this year are: Adrien Louis and David Gordon. Congratulations to the two of you." One of the student announcers said during the announcements one Monday morning.
I had actually come to class completely sober, something I had been doing a lot recently. I was hardly smoking now and I just sort of stopped.
Still, though, everyone in my class knew what kind of group I would belong in. Quiet, loner, outcast, stoner, anything but smart and National Merit Finalist. They all, on cue, turned their heads and looked at me incredulously. Studying me, making sure that I was the right David Gordon and there wasn't some other David Gordon lurking the halls. The few stoners that were in the class with me, cheered and laughed at the fact that they had associated with a National Merit Finalist.
In response to all of these glares, I simply nodded in compliance to the facts laid out during the announcements. I even noticed that the teacher, Ms. Hubert was looking at me surprised. I was after all, for the majority of this year making D's on everything she was giving us. Recently, though, I had started to pull my grades up slightly, not making enough progress to alarm her, but just enough to pull me through this class.
The announcements ended and Ms. Hubert quickly stood to start today's lecture. The class's gaze left my slumped form and turned their attention to the blackboard.
I decided to be daring today, and I actually listened to the lecture. And I took notes. Be proud, Davis.
~Sophomore Year~
Lizzie decided that she wanted a girl afternoon one day about two months into our relationship.
This made me realize I hadn't seen Noah in a long ass time. I would talk to him during school, found out he was in a band, even gone to a few of their shows, but it was always with Lizzie.
I decided that that was pretty crappy of me. Ignoring a friend like that. So, I called him that night.
"Hello?" He picked up.
"Hey, Noah. It's me."
"Who's me?" He responded dryly.
"Cut the crap."
"Who is it?" I heard one of his band mates ask in the distance.
"I think it's somebody I used to be friends with." He answered. Turning his attention back to me he coyly added, "I didn't think you'd ever detach yourself from her."
"Fuck you." I said and hung up on him.
I guess I have been neglecting the friendship, but can't he just try to understand?
Noah's reaction to my phone call pretty much ruined my entire night. I decided that instead of attempting to hang out with friends I hadn't hung out with in God knows how long, I would stay inside tonight, by myself. No one else wanted me around besides Lizzie, anyways.
No one but Lizzie and Miranda realizes it, but I'm leaving night after next for two weeks. I don't think they particularly care anyways. It's Thanksgiving and I'm going to spend it with Mom. This night does give me the opportunity to pack my stuff, something I have been procrastinating about for some time now.
To be perfectly honest, I hate packing for anything. Especially such a short trip, like going to my mom's house. It's in Seattle, so I always need pants and sweatshirts. It's always so much colder there than I've ever experienced in Hillridge. Going over to my closet, I opened the door and started searching through the old dresser I had in there filled with clothes for Mom's house visits and weird freakishly cold days at Hillridge.
Normally, it would only take me about a half hour to sufficiently pack, but I was doing some major dragging tonight, so it ended up taking me all night. I ended up passed out, sprawled on my bed the next morning.
This was my last day here for two weeks. And I decided that today would be the day I told Lizzie.
I confidently walked up to her doorstep to pick her up. We planned to spend the day with Miranda.
I wouldn't tell her now, I'd wait until after the night was over and I was bringing her home, but I was still nervous and apprehensive about my decision.
The day went by fast, Miranda, Lizzie and I did nothing new. We said our goodbyes for the Thanksgiving break, Miranda was leaving for her aunt's house, I would be in Seattle and Lizzie would stay in Hillridge.
At the end of the night, I pulled into Lizzie's driveway and realized that now was my moment and there was no looking back.
We hugged, we kissed and than I said it, "I love you."
She watched me for a second or two. "You love movies." She finally decided on.
"Yeah, but that's different."
Instead of responding, she opted to kiss me one last time and got out of the car. "If you don't call me while you're gone, you're dead." Adding a wink to her last statement, she made her way up to her house.
Yup, it's definitely different.
A/N: I actually may like this chapter some what. Hmm. That's good. I always like some little bit of the chapters I write. But I think this one is pretty decent. Especially for being almost midnight. Which reminds me, I should go clean my room. Review, please.
Reviews: NONE!
Chapter 9
~Senior Year~
"And our National Merit Finalists for this year are: Adrien Louis and David Gordon. Congratulations to the two of you." One of the student announcers said during the announcements one Monday morning.
I had actually come to class completely sober, something I had been doing a lot recently. I was hardly smoking now and I just sort of stopped.
Still, though, everyone in my class knew what kind of group I would belong in. Quiet, loner, outcast, stoner, anything but smart and National Merit Finalist. They all, on cue, turned their heads and looked at me incredulously. Studying me, making sure that I was the right David Gordon and there wasn't some other David Gordon lurking the halls. The few stoners that were in the class with me, cheered and laughed at the fact that they had associated with a National Merit Finalist.
In response to all of these glares, I simply nodded in compliance to the facts laid out during the announcements. I even noticed that the teacher, Ms. Hubert was looking at me surprised. I was after all, for the majority of this year making D's on everything she was giving us. Recently, though, I had started to pull my grades up slightly, not making enough progress to alarm her, but just enough to pull me through this class.
The announcements ended and Ms. Hubert quickly stood to start today's lecture. The class's gaze left my slumped form and turned their attention to the blackboard.
I decided to be daring today, and I actually listened to the lecture. And I took notes. Be proud, Davis.
~Sophomore Year~
Lizzie decided that she wanted a girl afternoon one day about two months into our relationship.
This made me realize I hadn't seen Noah in a long ass time. I would talk to him during school, found out he was in a band, even gone to a few of their shows, but it was always with Lizzie.
I decided that that was pretty crappy of me. Ignoring a friend like that. So, I called him that night.
"Hello?" He picked up.
"Hey, Noah. It's me."
"Who's me?" He responded dryly.
"Cut the crap."
"Who is it?" I heard one of his band mates ask in the distance.
"I think it's somebody I used to be friends with." He answered. Turning his attention back to me he coyly added, "I didn't think you'd ever detach yourself from her."
"Fuck you." I said and hung up on him.
I guess I have been neglecting the friendship, but can't he just try to understand?
Noah's reaction to my phone call pretty much ruined my entire night. I decided that instead of attempting to hang out with friends I hadn't hung out with in God knows how long, I would stay inside tonight, by myself. No one else wanted me around besides Lizzie, anyways.
No one but Lizzie and Miranda realizes it, but I'm leaving night after next for two weeks. I don't think they particularly care anyways. It's Thanksgiving and I'm going to spend it with Mom. This night does give me the opportunity to pack my stuff, something I have been procrastinating about for some time now.
To be perfectly honest, I hate packing for anything. Especially such a short trip, like going to my mom's house. It's in Seattle, so I always need pants and sweatshirts. It's always so much colder there than I've ever experienced in Hillridge. Going over to my closet, I opened the door and started searching through the old dresser I had in there filled with clothes for Mom's house visits and weird freakishly cold days at Hillridge.
Normally, it would only take me about a half hour to sufficiently pack, but I was doing some major dragging tonight, so it ended up taking me all night. I ended up passed out, sprawled on my bed the next morning.
This was my last day here for two weeks. And I decided that today would be the day I told Lizzie.
I confidently walked up to her doorstep to pick her up. We planned to spend the day with Miranda.
I wouldn't tell her now, I'd wait until after the night was over and I was bringing her home, but I was still nervous and apprehensive about my decision.
The day went by fast, Miranda, Lizzie and I did nothing new. We said our goodbyes for the Thanksgiving break, Miranda was leaving for her aunt's house, I would be in Seattle and Lizzie would stay in Hillridge.
At the end of the night, I pulled into Lizzie's driveway and realized that now was my moment and there was no looking back.
We hugged, we kissed and than I said it, "I love you."
She watched me for a second or two. "You love movies." She finally decided on.
"Yeah, but that's different."
Instead of responding, she opted to kiss me one last time and got out of the car. "If you don't call me while you're gone, you're dead." Adding a wink to her last statement, she made her way up to her house.
Yup, it's definitely different.
A/N: I actually may like this chapter some what. Hmm. That's good. I always like some little bit of the chapters I write. But I think this one is pretty decent. Especially for being almost midnight. Which reminds me, I should go clean my room. Review, please.