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The crowd lost interest and broke apart, Lizzie looked around wildly for Gordo, she didn't see him.
Miranda reached out and put her hand on her friend's arm. "Lizzie?"
"Why did he lie?" she asked, looking around, trying to find him.
Miranda shrugged. "I don't know."
Lizzie grabbed Miranda's arm when she caught sight of Gordo, she quickly drug her across the room and cut Gordo off at the door way.
Lizzie tired to hide her shocked expression. Not only was he acting different, but he looked different. His unruly curly hair had been long before, fondly referred to as a "poof ball" by Miranda and Lizzie, but now, he'd cut several inches off, no longer did it stand out from his head but was cut to about two inches in the back, and longer in the front, Lizzie hadn't seen him with this kind of hair cut since early seventh grade.
"What are you doing?" she demanded.
Gordo stared blankly at her. "What do you mean?"
"What do I mean?" Lizzie repeated. "What do you think I mean, Gordo? What were you doing?"
He laughed, not a friendly funny laugh, but a mocking laugh. "I was dancing, Lizzie."
"I thought you had to study," Miranda interrupted.
"I decided I've studied enough," he answered, crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall.
Lizzie sighed, this wasn't working. "Gordo, what's going on?"
"You're not dating Kate are you?" Miranda blurted out.
Lizzie glared over her shoulder at her.
"Did it ever occur to you two," Gordo began slowly. "That I may want a life outside of your talk about guys, clothes, make-up, and girl body things?"
Lizzie stared at him. She hadn't really thought about it, but he was Gordo, she didn't have to, he'd never said anything. She caught his eye and he let out a snicker then turned away from her.
Not ready to give up, Lizzie followed then tried to hide her surprise when she saw Gordo pick up a beer. "Gordo!"
Popping the top, he turned to her, an exasperated expression across his face. "What?"
She walked quickly over to him and stood only inches away. "What are you doing?"
Gordo set the drink down on a table and looked at her. "What do you want from me, Lizzie?"
Another statement that took her completely by surprise. "I want to know why you're acting the way you are."
"Am I restricted to doing certain things now?"
"Stop," she commanded, crossing her arms.
"Stop what?"
"Acting like a jerk."
"What have I done to make me a jerk?" he shot back.
"I never said you were a jerk, I said you're acting like one."
"Oh, my bad, what have I done that's made me act like a jerk?"
"Well, this arrogant 'I've freak danced with Kate Sanders' attitude isn't appealing at all," Lizzie snapped.
"Oh, so you being at Ethan Crafts ever beck and call is more appealing?"
"The sarcasm isn't like you either."
Gordo took a deep breath and tilted his head to the side. "Well, I don't know what to say, Lizzie."
Had she finally gotten through to him?
"You're going to have to deal with it," he stated.
Nope, sure didn't.
"I'm sick of being so dependable for everyone, I'm fed up with being the one with all the answers. I'm going to have fun and be a normal teenager for the night. And if you have some kind of issue with that, you're going to have to deal with it," he stated, pushing past her and going into the crowd.
Lizzie collapsed into the chair closest to her, she glanced up at Miranda. "What's happened to him?" she asked meekly.
Miranda shrugged. "Maybe it's just for tonight."
"I didn't even know Gordo could dance like that!" Lizzie exclaimed, standing up.
Miranda nodded. "He wasn't bad."
"Miranda!"
"What?!?"
"It's Gordo you're talking about."
Miranda's face snapped out of it's day dream expression. "Oh, right."
"And his hair cut! Did you see his hair cut?" Lizzie asked.
"Yeah, it's different," Miranda agreed.
Lizzie put her head into her hands. How was Miranda staying so calm about everything?
"What's up, Lizzie?" Ethan called, standing next to her chair.
She hardly managed a smiled. "Nothing."
"Aren't you have a good time?" he asked.
Lizzie knew she was horrible at lying, and couldn't even find the motivation to attempt it. "No. Gordo's being a jerk."
Ethan's handsome face suddenly clouded over, his features, usually so happy and carefree, drew into a dark frown. "Are you talking about how he was dancing with Kate?"
'Woah,' Lizzie thought, staring up at Ethan, she'd never heard him use that kind of tone before. She tried to rack her brain for something to say, obviously she shouldn't have brought this up. She wasn't the one only that didn't like Gordo's actions, but Ethan had different reasons.
"I don't know what he's trying to prove, but Kate is not his type, and he needs to back off," Ethan declared.
"But, you guys broke up," Miranda tired to reason.
"That doesn't matter, if Gordo knows what is good for him, he'll leave Kate alone, and find someone more his type."
"What exactly is his type, Ethan?" Lizzie stated, a little to sharply, but she didn't care right now. Ethan was boarder lining threatening her best friend, no matter how much of a jerk he was being.
"Someone brainy," he answered, Lizzie noticed his fist were clenched. "He's going to regret it."
The crowd lost interest and broke apart, Lizzie looked around wildly for Gordo, she didn't see him.
Miranda reached out and put her hand on her friend's arm. "Lizzie?"
"Why did he lie?" she asked, looking around, trying to find him.
Miranda shrugged. "I don't know."
Lizzie grabbed Miranda's arm when she caught sight of Gordo, she quickly drug her across the room and cut Gordo off at the door way.
Lizzie tired to hide her shocked expression. Not only was he acting different, but he looked different. His unruly curly hair had been long before, fondly referred to as a "poof ball" by Miranda and Lizzie, but now, he'd cut several inches off, no longer did it stand out from his head but was cut to about two inches in the back, and longer in the front, Lizzie hadn't seen him with this kind of hair cut since early seventh grade.
"What are you doing?" she demanded.
Gordo stared blankly at her. "What do you mean?"
"What do I mean?" Lizzie repeated. "What do you think I mean, Gordo? What were you doing?"
He laughed, not a friendly funny laugh, but a mocking laugh. "I was dancing, Lizzie."
"I thought you had to study," Miranda interrupted.
"I decided I've studied enough," he answered, crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall.
Lizzie sighed, this wasn't working. "Gordo, what's going on?"
"You're not dating Kate are you?" Miranda blurted out.
Lizzie glared over her shoulder at her.
"Did it ever occur to you two," Gordo began slowly. "That I may want a life outside of your talk about guys, clothes, make-up, and girl body things?"
Lizzie stared at him. She hadn't really thought about it, but he was Gordo, she didn't have to, he'd never said anything. She caught his eye and he let out a snicker then turned away from her.
Not ready to give up, Lizzie followed then tried to hide her surprise when she saw Gordo pick up a beer. "Gordo!"
Popping the top, he turned to her, an exasperated expression across his face. "What?"
She walked quickly over to him and stood only inches away. "What are you doing?"
Gordo set the drink down on a table and looked at her. "What do you want from me, Lizzie?"
Another statement that took her completely by surprise. "I want to know why you're acting the way you are."
"Am I restricted to doing certain things now?"
"Stop," she commanded, crossing her arms.
"Stop what?"
"Acting like a jerk."
"What have I done to make me a jerk?" he shot back.
"I never said you were a jerk, I said you're acting like one."
"Oh, my bad, what have I done that's made me act like a jerk?"
"Well, this arrogant 'I've freak danced with Kate Sanders' attitude isn't appealing at all," Lizzie snapped.
"Oh, so you being at Ethan Crafts ever beck and call is more appealing?"
"The sarcasm isn't like you either."
Gordo took a deep breath and tilted his head to the side. "Well, I don't know what to say, Lizzie."
Had she finally gotten through to him?
"You're going to have to deal with it," he stated.
Nope, sure didn't.
"I'm sick of being so dependable for everyone, I'm fed up with being the one with all the answers. I'm going to have fun and be a normal teenager for the night. And if you have some kind of issue with that, you're going to have to deal with it," he stated, pushing past her and going into the crowd.
Lizzie collapsed into the chair closest to her, she glanced up at Miranda. "What's happened to him?" she asked meekly.
Miranda shrugged. "Maybe it's just for tonight."
"I didn't even know Gordo could dance like that!" Lizzie exclaimed, standing up.
Miranda nodded. "He wasn't bad."
"Miranda!"
"What?!?"
"It's Gordo you're talking about."
Miranda's face snapped out of it's day dream expression. "Oh, right."
"And his hair cut! Did you see his hair cut?" Lizzie asked.
"Yeah, it's different," Miranda agreed.
Lizzie put her head into her hands. How was Miranda staying so calm about everything?
"What's up, Lizzie?" Ethan called, standing next to her chair.
She hardly managed a smiled. "Nothing."
"Aren't you have a good time?" he asked.
Lizzie knew she was horrible at lying, and couldn't even find the motivation to attempt it. "No. Gordo's being a jerk."
Ethan's handsome face suddenly clouded over, his features, usually so happy and carefree, drew into a dark frown. "Are you talking about how he was dancing with Kate?"
'Woah,' Lizzie thought, staring up at Ethan, she'd never heard him use that kind of tone before. She tried to rack her brain for something to say, obviously she shouldn't have brought this up. She wasn't the one only that didn't like Gordo's actions, but Ethan had different reasons.
"I don't know what he's trying to prove, but Kate is not his type, and he needs to back off," Ethan declared.
"But, you guys broke up," Miranda tired to reason.
"That doesn't matter, if Gordo knows what is good for him, he'll leave Kate alone, and find someone more his type."
"What exactly is his type, Ethan?" Lizzie stated, a little to sharply, but she didn't care right now. Ethan was boarder lining threatening her best friend, no matter how much of a jerk he was being.
"Someone brainy," he answered, Lizzie noticed his fist were clenched. "He's going to regret it."