A/N: Second to last chapter. And this is the CRUCIAL chapter. Why Gordo
left Hillridge is relieved to you in this very window.
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Chapter 14
~Junior Year~
Lizzie wasn't as her locker one morning a few months after. I knew she was going to be at school that day too because I was leaving for Seattle after the last bell. I would be spending my week long Spring Break vacation at Mom's place.
I decided that it wasn't a big deal and occupied my time in other ways. During lunch though, she was still gone. I knew by now that she was definitely at school, having passed her in the hall earlier. I concluded that she must be avoiding me.
I couldn't have more people be made at me right before I was leaving. I had after all just started to talk to Noah more often. I did the only logical thing I could think of, I started to search for Lizzie in order to sort whatever it was out.
I headed in the general direction of her last class, no luck. I continued on to Walker's classroom.
Walker has always been telling us that whenever we needed him to talk or listen, he would be there. Ready and willing. It just made sense that she'd end up there.
"Hey, where have you been?" I asked, finding her discussing a grade or something with Walker.
"Around." She flippantly answered me. Standing up, she started walking towards the door (and me). Meanwhile, Walker went back to working on some paperwork.
"Oh. I see." A little dejected? Yes.
"Don't give me that, Gordo. It's not like we need to together every second."
"I know." I defended myself. "But, I'm leaving for Seattle in a few hours and I thought that maybe you'd want to see me a little before I left. Like you normally do." I will not explode in the middle of a hallway. I will not explode in the middle of a hallway.
"I just had some things to do, okay?" She attempted to sound sincere.
"Whatever. Let's go to the Cafe or something." I just really wanted to drop the whole pointless subject.
Later, in Creative Writing, Walker gave each of us cards with personalized messages. I read mine and asked Lizzie to switch. She said they were personal and it was wrong to read each other's. Everyone else was switching though. Why not us?
Seattle -
I have only been in Seattle two days and I know something isn't right.
Every call I've had with Lizzie hasn't been the same.
First of all, I've made every single one of them. Secondly, I'm the only one saying, 'I love you' again. And thirdly, all of our conversations haven't exceeded the five minute mark because Lizzie always "has to run somewhere."
I sulked around the house on the third day and finally came up with a pan. "Mom, please let me go home. I need to know what's going one with Lizzie." I begged.
"David, your girlfriend problems won't change within the next three days. Plus, this is my time with you - I don't get to see you very often."
"I know that, but if I stay here for the next three days I will be a mess. Please, just let me do this. Just this once."
Harold interjected here. "I think it's a good idea." Mom looked at him surprised, but finally caved. Have I mentioned yet that Harold isn't as bad as I first thought?
I was driving home within the hour. I didn't even stop at my house to drop off my bags when I returned. I drove straight to Lizzie's.
"Hi, Gordo. I thought you were in Seattle this week." Mrs. McGuire answered the door gleefully.
"I came home a little early. Is Lizzie home?"
"Oh no. She's spending the night at Miranda's."
"Thanks." I turned back towards my car and went over to Miranda's.
"Is Lizzie here?" I asked Miranda not even two seconds after she opened the door.
"No. Are you okay? Do you want to come in or something?" I declined.
Noah! She'd out with Noah. It makes perfect sense. They've never really gotten along, but that was just a fake so I wouldn't ever suspect the two of them together. Speeding towards Noah's I was surprised and relieved to only find Noah's car in the drive.
It was crazy of me to think Lizzie would ever cheat on me. But I still had no idea where she was and really needed some advice at this point. Seeing an old invitation to Walker's Christmas party I immediately changed directions and headed towards his house.
Pulling onto the street, I noticed Lizzie's car. That's what she was. She must have needed somebody to talk to also. But at 10 o'clock at night?
I parked my car beside hers and hesitated. All the windows but one in Walker's house were dark. The only window with light was his bedroom, which was obviously lit by candles. Then, I noticed shadows - one of a girl and the other, a man. Lizzie and Walker. Feeling my insides churn, I sat in amazement as I watched the shadows of my girlfriend and my teacher doing all the things I should be doing. I stayed there until 3 a.m. - still no Lizzie.
Giving up, I opened my glove box and pulled out the tiny jewelry box. Getting out of my car, I placed it underneath her windshield wiper, wiped my eyes dry and started for home.
A week later, Rob, a guy at work, introduced me to the world of getting high. And a few days later, I was caught getting high during my shift. Thereby getting me fired.
Two months later, I left Hillridge for good. Never having returned to Creative Writing.
A/N: Were you expecting that? Huh? Review!
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Jessica18: OOC is Out Of Character.
Chapter 14
~Junior Year~
Lizzie wasn't as her locker one morning a few months after. I knew she was going to be at school that day too because I was leaving for Seattle after the last bell. I would be spending my week long Spring Break vacation at Mom's place.
I decided that it wasn't a big deal and occupied my time in other ways. During lunch though, she was still gone. I knew by now that she was definitely at school, having passed her in the hall earlier. I concluded that she must be avoiding me.
I couldn't have more people be made at me right before I was leaving. I had after all just started to talk to Noah more often. I did the only logical thing I could think of, I started to search for Lizzie in order to sort whatever it was out.
I headed in the general direction of her last class, no luck. I continued on to Walker's classroom.
Walker has always been telling us that whenever we needed him to talk or listen, he would be there. Ready and willing. It just made sense that she'd end up there.
"Hey, where have you been?" I asked, finding her discussing a grade or something with Walker.
"Around." She flippantly answered me. Standing up, she started walking towards the door (and me). Meanwhile, Walker went back to working on some paperwork.
"Oh. I see." A little dejected? Yes.
"Don't give me that, Gordo. It's not like we need to together every second."
"I know." I defended myself. "But, I'm leaving for Seattle in a few hours and I thought that maybe you'd want to see me a little before I left. Like you normally do." I will not explode in the middle of a hallway. I will not explode in the middle of a hallway.
"I just had some things to do, okay?" She attempted to sound sincere.
"Whatever. Let's go to the Cafe or something." I just really wanted to drop the whole pointless subject.
Later, in Creative Writing, Walker gave each of us cards with personalized messages. I read mine and asked Lizzie to switch. She said they were personal and it was wrong to read each other's. Everyone else was switching though. Why not us?
Seattle -
I have only been in Seattle two days and I know something isn't right.
Every call I've had with Lizzie hasn't been the same.
First of all, I've made every single one of them. Secondly, I'm the only one saying, 'I love you' again. And thirdly, all of our conversations haven't exceeded the five minute mark because Lizzie always "has to run somewhere."
I sulked around the house on the third day and finally came up with a pan. "Mom, please let me go home. I need to know what's going one with Lizzie." I begged.
"David, your girlfriend problems won't change within the next three days. Plus, this is my time with you - I don't get to see you very often."
"I know that, but if I stay here for the next three days I will be a mess. Please, just let me do this. Just this once."
Harold interjected here. "I think it's a good idea." Mom looked at him surprised, but finally caved. Have I mentioned yet that Harold isn't as bad as I first thought?
I was driving home within the hour. I didn't even stop at my house to drop off my bags when I returned. I drove straight to Lizzie's.
"Hi, Gordo. I thought you were in Seattle this week." Mrs. McGuire answered the door gleefully.
"I came home a little early. Is Lizzie home?"
"Oh no. She's spending the night at Miranda's."
"Thanks." I turned back towards my car and went over to Miranda's.
"Is Lizzie here?" I asked Miranda not even two seconds after she opened the door.
"No. Are you okay? Do you want to come in or something?" I declined.
Noah! She'd out with Noah. It makes perfect sense. They've never really gotten along, but that was just a fake so I wouldn't ever suspect the two of them together. Speeding towards Noah's I was surprised and relieved to only find Noah's car in the drive.
It was crazy of me to think Lizzie would ever cheat on me. But I still had no idea where she was and really needed some advice at this point. Seeing an old invitation to Walker's Christmas party I immediately changed directions and headed towards his house.
Pulling onto the street, I noticed Lizzie's car. That's what she was. She must have needed somebody to talk to also. But at 10 o'clock at night?
I parked my car beside hers and hesitated. All the windows but one in Walker's house were dark. The only window with light was his bedroom, which was obviously lit by candles. Then, I noticed shadows - one of a girl and the other, a man. Lizzie and Walker. Feeling my insides churn, I sat in amazement as I watched the shadows of my girlfriend and my teacher doing all the things I should be doing. I stayed there until 3 a.m. - still no Lizzie.
Giving up, I opened my glove box and pulled out the tiny jewelry box. Getting out of my car, I placed it underneath her windshield wiper, wiped my eyes dry and started for home.
A week later, Rob, a guy at work, introduced me to the world of getting high. And a few days later, I was caught getting high during my shift. Thereby getting me fired.
Two months later, I left Hillridge for good. Never having returned to Creative Writing.
A/N: Were you expecting that? Huh? Review!