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I Wanna Be Bad
Miranda Sanchez pulled the blue Pontiac Grand AM into a parking place on the dark street. About half a block away, she could see the magnificent Craft house lit up. Music vibrated from within the walls, people had spilled out onto the lawn, some talking in small groups, others sprawled out, staring at the sky.
She put the car into park and turned to her friend Lizzie McGuire who was staring ahead.
"What are we doing here?" Lizzie blurted out suddenly.
Miranda saw the look of panic in Lizzie's eyes and she smiled reassuringly. "We're here because it's one of the biggest parties of our senior year. We're here because Ethan Craft gave us personal invites. "We're here because last week, Ethan Craft broke up with Kate Sanders and then personally asked you if you would come to this party."
Lizzie nervously ran a hand through her long blonde hair. She glanced quickly over at Miranda. "Do I look okay?"
Miranda smiled. They'd spent hours picking out each other's outfits. Lizzie finally decided upon a pair of low rise flared jeans, and a backless red shirt held in place by several slim bands across her back, and small straps at her shoulders. "You look great," she assured her, climbing out of the car, flipping her black hair behind her shoulder. "Come on, Lizzie."
Miranda had been more daring in her own outfit choice and was wearing flared leather pants with a black tank top that had small delicate chains for sleeves. Both girls had opted to let their hair hang long and straight.
Taking a deep breath, Lizzie scrambled out of the car, then fell into pace beside Miranda.
Their footsteps quickened as they hurried up to the door.
"Lizz-ay, Lizz-ay, Lizz-ay," Ethan greeted, leaning against the doorway as he opened the door. "Looking fine tonight. Come on in."
Miranda slid past then waited inside the doorway of the living room until she was joined by her best friend. "We arrived just in time!" she stated loudly, leaning towards Lizzie to be heard over the music.
Assorted people around the room were drinking, and several looked like they had already had too much. "Nice," Miranda muttered, stepping over a beer bottle on the floor.
Lizzie nodded. "At least alcohol is the worst Ethan will allow at one of his parties," she stated.
Miranda nodded, wondering why so many of her classmates thought it was impossible to have a party without drinking. "Want something to drink?"
Lizzie shot Miranda a shocked looked, and Miranda laughed. "I mean a Pepsi," she answered shaking her head. They pushed their way towards the refreshments, Miranda pulled out a soda then handed one to Lizzie as they surveyed the room.
"I wish Gordo would have came tonight," Lizzie stated.
"You know how he is about these parties," Miranda replied. "And when I asked him, he said he had some kind of test on Monday he had to study for."
"Typical Gordo," Lizzie laughed.
Suddenly, a loud yell from the next room caught everyone's attention.
Someone had taken over control of the music and music volume raised even louder. Miranda and Lizzie were swept with the large group moving into the next room. The crowd fanned out, circling around somebody. Miranda craned her neck to see who everyone was watching.
"Woah," she murmured, realizing who the dancers were.
"What?" Lizzie asked impatiently, trying to see for herself.
Miranda moved aside speechless.
Lizzie quickly filled the vacant spaced. The female she recognized instantly, it was Ethan's ex-girlfriend, Kate Sanders, wearing a short jean skirt with a pink tank top, dancing provocatively with a dark haired guy.
Their bodies were pressed closely together, his hands upon her hips, her arms draped around his neck, both oblivious to the people around them.
Everyone was enthralled by the movements of the pair. Miranda couldn't help but wonder what Ethan would think if he happened to come see this. Miranda had seen dancing like this, but usually it was reserved for dark clubs, not someone's living room.
Someone let out a whoop and Kate slid her hand down the guy's back. The pair turned as his hand went to push a strand of wet hair out of his face.
Lizzie felt her jaw drop open, it wasn't possible, there was no way. "Gordo!" she breathed softly as the song went off.
Miranda Sanchez pulled the blue Pontiac Grand AM into a parking place on the dark street. About half a block away, she could see the magnificent Craft house lit up. Music vibrated from within the walls, people had spilled out onto the lawn, some talking in small groups, others sprawled out, staring at the sky.
She put the car into park and turned to her friend Lizzie McGuire who was staring ahead.
"What are we doing here?" Lizzie blurted out suddenly.
Miranda saw the look of panic in Lizzie's eyes and she smiled reassuringly. "We're here because it's one of the biggest parties of our senior year. We're here because Ethan Craft gave us personal invites. "We're here because last week, Ethan Craft broke up with Kate Sanders and then personally asked you if you would come to this party."
Lizzie nervously ran a hand through her long blonde hair. She glanced quickly over at Miranda. "Do I look okay?"
Miranda smiled. They'd spent hours picking out each other's outfits. Lizzie finally decided upon a pair of low rise flared jeans, and a backless red shirt held in place by several slim bands across her back, and small straps at her shoulders. "You look great," she assured her, climbing out of the car, flipping her black hair behind her shoulder. "Come on, Lizzie."
Miranda had been more daring in her own outfit choice and was wearing flared leather pants with a black tank top that had small delicate chains for sleeves. Both girls had opted to let their hair hang long and straight.
Taking a deep breath, Lizzie scrambled out of the car, then fell into pace beside Miranda.
Their footsteps quickened as they hurried up to the door.
"Lizz-ay, Lizz-ay, Lizz-ay," Ethan greeted, leaning against the doorway as he opened the door. "Looking fine tonight. Come on in."
Miranda slid past then waited inside the doorway of the living room until she was joined by her best friend. "We arrived just in time!" she stated loudly, leaning towards Lizzie to be heard over the music.
Assorted people around the room were drinking, and several looked like they had already had too much. "Nice," Miranda muttered, stepping over a beer bottle on the floor.
Lizzie nodded. "At least alcohol is the worst Ethan will allow at one of his parties," she stated.
Miranda nodded, wondering why so many of her classmates thought it was impossible to have a party without drinking. "Want something to drink?"
Lizzie shot Miranda a shocked looked, and Miranda laughed. "I mean a Pepsi," she answered shaking her head. They pushed their way towards the refreshments, Miranda pulled out a soda then handed one to Lizzie as they surveyed the room.
"I wish Gordo would have came tonight," Lizzie stated.
"You know how he is about these parties," Miranda replied. "And when I asked him, he said he had some kind of test on Monday he had to study for."
"Typical Gordo," Lizzie laughed.
Suddenly, a loud yell from the next room caught everyone's attention.
Someone had taken over control of the music and music volume raised even louder. Miranda and Lizzie were swept with the large group moving into the next room. The crowd fanned out, circling around somebody. Miranda craned her neck to see who everyone was watching.
"Woah," she murmured, realizing who the dancers were.
"What?" Lizzie asked impatiently, trying to see for herself.
Miranda moved aside speechless.
Lizzie quickly filled the vacant spaced. The female she recognized instantly, it was Ethan's ex-girlfriend, Kate Sanders, wearing a short jean skirt with a pink tank top, dancing provocatively with a dark haired guy.
Their bodies were pressed closely together, his hands upon her hips, her arms draped around his neck, both oblivious to the people around them.
Everyone was enthralled by the movements of the pair. Miranda couldn't help but wonder what Ethan would think if he happened to come see this. Miranda had seen dancing like this, but usually it was reserved for dark clubs, not someone's living room.
Someone let out a whoop and Kate slid her hand down the guy's back. The pair turned as his hand went to push a strand of wet hair out of his face.
Lizzie felt her jaw drop open, it wasn't possible, there was no way. "Gordo!" she breathed softly as the song went off.