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Gordo had his arm draped around Kate's shoulders as she stood talking to Claire. He had absolutely no idea what they were talking about, he wasn't paying any attention. Instead, he was enjoying the bizarre looks he was receiving from his passing classmates. And had he'd been one of them, he would have stared too.
Here he was, boring David Gordon one of the film geeks, and now he had his arm around the head cheerleader, standing in the middle of her exclusive clique.
As he vaguely picked up pieces of the conversation, he was slowly coming to the realization that Kate was worse than Miranda and Lizzie when it came to talking about clothes.
He felt a pang at the thought of his friends. Miranda had stormed out on him yesterday and he just hadn't spoken to Lizzie at all.
Gordo glanced back to attention as Ethan Craft walked down the hallway. Ethan glared at him and muttered something underneath his breath. Gordo took his arm away from Kate's shoulders and stared after Ethan. Rolling his eyes, he caught sight of Miranda's dark hair, then quickly walked after her.
"Hey," he replied softly.
Miranda glanced up in surprise. "Hi."
"What's going on?"
She shrugged, saying nothing, keeping her steady pace.
"So," he continued, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Where's Lizzie?"
"I don't know."
Gordo reached out and stopped her. "Miranda, talk to me."
"That's what I was doing."
"No, you were giving me one word answers, that's not talking to me."
Miranda titled her head and stared defiantly at him. "Well, what do you want me to say, Gordo? Lizzie's waiting for me in the next class hoping you'll get your head out of your ass and talk to us? Because if that's what you want, I'm not going to say it."
He took a deep breath. "You two just don't get it do you?"
"Apparently not, Gordo, since you're not even talking to us anymore, you're just acting like a complete jerk. If we're so clueless, why don't you go hang out with your new friends, since they're so much better than us anyway?"
"I think I'll do that," he snapped, turning on his heel going back in search of Kate.
***
Lizzie took a deep breath and walked into the empty classroom, she knew Ethan had first bell free and often stayed in the classroom Mr. Dig had been assigned which was often vacant. The off the wall history teacher often took his classes outside. Ethan was tossing a small tennis ball at the wall then catching it as it bounced back.
"Hey," she smiled softly, entering the room.
Ethan glanced up and faintly returned the smile. "Hi."
"What's going on?"
Ethan stopped bouncing the ball, then crossed the room. "Nothing."
"Something's bothering you," she stated.
"What's with your friend Gordo? I thought he was a cool guy, but he's not like he used to be," he replied.
Lizzie took a sharp intake of breath. He had a point, did he ever have a point. But that wasn't what she came here for.
"You look good," Ethan stated suddenly. "I mean I like your shirt."
Lizzie felt any clue about what she was going to say fly out of her head. She hadn't even instigated anything yet, and she'd already gotten a compliment. Lizzie swallowed the lump forming in her throat, and tried to remind herself of the plan, to get Ethan to ask her out, and then make Kate realize that she still wanted Ethan.
"Thank you," she replied, struggling to keep her voice low at a tone that she hoped sounded mysterious and intriguing, something she remembered Ethan like in a girl. She crossed the room and sat down on a desk in front of him. "Your party was great."
Ethan let out a laugh. "You could say that."
Lizzie sighed, he wasn't his cheerful dense self. "You sound like you need a night out."
He glanced up at her, confusion written across his face.
Lizzie restrained a sigh. "I'm free tonight, why don't we go do something?"
Ethan smiled, running a hand through his sandy colored hair. "Sounds good, what do you have in mind?"
Lizzie quickly racked her brain. "Um, bowling."
"All right, I'll pick you up about seven?" he asked.
"See you then," she smiled, picking up her books, then hurrying to her next class. He had to be one of the best looking guys in school, Lizzie mused. But if he was only one of the best looking, who was the best? She shook her head, she wasn't going to think about this. Not now. Her concentration needed to be centered firmly on the plan, and making sure the plan worked. She ducking into her English class just as the bell rang.
"Where were you?" Miranda hissed.
"Talking to Ethan."
Her friend smiled and nodded. "I see what took so long."
"Yeah," Lizzie replied. "But we're going bowling tonight."
Miranda grinned at the news. "Well, it's a start."
Lizzie glanced around the classroom and noticed an empty seat beside her, her eyes gazed over the rest of the class, but she didn't see him. "Where's Gordo?" she asked gesturing to the empty seat.
Miranda made an annoyed face and shrugged. "I don't know, I just saw him, we argued in the hallway."
Lizzie shook her head as she pulled out her assignment. "He needs a serious reality check."
Gordo had his arm draped around Kate's shoulders as she stood talking to Claire. He had absolutely no idea what they were talking about, he wasn't paying any attention. Instead, he was enjoying the bizarre looks he was receiving from his passing classmates. And had he'd been one of them, he would have stared too.
Here he was, boring David Gordon one of the film geeks, and now he had his arm around the head cheerleader, standing in the middle of her exclusive clique.
As he vaguely picked up pieces of the conversation, he was slowly coming to the realization that Kate was worse than Miranda and Lizzie when it came to talking about clothes.
He felt a pang at the thought of his friends. Miranda had stormed out on him yesterday and he just hadn't spoken to Lizzie at all.
Gordo glanced back to attention as Ethan Craft walked down the hallway. Ethan glared at him and muttered something underneath his breath. Gordo took his arm away from Kate's shoulders and stared after Ethan. Rolling his eyes, he caught sight of Miranda's dark hair, then quickly walked after her.
"Hey," he replied softly.
Miranda glanced up in surprise. "Hi."
"What's going on?"
She shrugged, saying nothing, keeping her steady pace.
"So," he continued, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Where's Lizzie?"
"I don't know."
Gordo reached out and stopped her. "Miranda, talk to me."
"That's what I was doing."
"No, you were giving me one word answers, that's not talking to me."
Miranda titled her head and stared defiantly at him. "Well, what do you want me to say, Gordo? Lizzie's waiting for me in the next class hoping you'll get your head out of your ass and talk to us? Because if that's what you want, I'm not going to say it."
He took a deep breath. "You two just don't get it do you?"
"Apparently not, Gordo, since you're not even talking to us anymore, you're just acting like a complete jerk. If we're so clueless, why don't you go hang out with your new friends, since they're so much better than us anyway?"
"I think I'll do that," he snapped, turning on his heel going back in search of Kate.
***
Lizzie took a deep breath and walked into the empty classroom, she knew Ethan had first bell free and often stayed in the classroom Mr. Dig had been assigned which was often vacant. The off the wall history teacher often took his classes outside. Ethan was tossing a small tennis ball at the wall then catching it as it bounced back.
"Hey," she smiled softly, entering the room.
Ethan glanced up and faintly returned the smile. "Hi."
"What's going on?"
Ethan stopped bouncing the ball, then crossed the room. "Nothing."
"Something's bothering you," she stated.
"What's with your friend Gordo? I thought he was a cool guy, but he's not like he used to be," he replied.
Lizzie took a sharp intake of breath. He had a point, did he ever have a point. But that wasn't what she came here for.
"You look good," Ethan stated suddenly. "I mean I like your shirt."
Lizzie felt any clue about what she was going to say fly out of her head. She hadn't even instigated anything yet, and she'd already gotten a compliment. Lizzie swallowed the lump forming in her throat, and tried to remind herself of the plan, to get Ethan to ask her out, and then make Kate realize that she still wanted Ethan.
"Thank you," she replied, struggling to keep her voice low at a tone that she hoped sounded mysterious and intriguing, something she remembered Ethan like in a girl. She crossed the room and sat down on a desk in front of him. "Your party was great."
Ethan let out a laugh. "You could say that."
Lizzie sighed, he wasn't his cheerful dense self. "You sound like you need a night out."
He glanced up at her, confusion written across his face.
Lizzie restrained a sigh. "I'm free tonight, why don't we go do something?"
Ethan smiled, running a hand through his sandy colored hair. "Sounds good, what do you have in mind?"
Lizzie quickly racked her brain. "Um, bowling."
"All right, I'll pick you up about seven?" he asked.
"See you then," she smiled, picking up her books, then hurrying to her next class. He had to be one of the best looking guys in school, Lizzie mused. But if he was only one of the best looking, who was the best? She shook her head, she wasn't going to think about this. Not now. Her concentration needed to be centered firmly on the plan, and making sure the plan worked. She ducking into her English class just as the bell rang.
"Where were you?" Miranda hissed.
"Talking to Ethan."
Her friend smiled and nodded. "I see what took so long."
"Yeah," Lizzie replied. "But we're going bowling tonight."
Miranda grinned at the news. "Well, it's a start."
Lizzie glanced around the classroom and noticed an empty seat beside her, her eyes gazed over the rest of the class, but she didn't see him. "Where's Gordo?" she asked gesturing to the empty seat.
Miranda made an annoyed face and shrugged. "I don't know, I just saw him, we argued in the hallway."
Lizzie shook her head as she pulled out her assignment. "He needs a serious reality check."