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Lizzie snapped her head up in attention, she knew those voices rising in anger. She glanced around and located them, by the stand.
"Great," she muttered, realizing how close to Gordo Ethan was standing. She jumped up and hurried towards them. She called out, but neither one heard her. Ethan was saying something, but Lizzie's mind was too panicked to even register what he was saying. 'Please don't hit him, please don't hit him,' she begged silently. She called out again. Gordo's face contorted in anger and he stepped closer. Lizzie flung herself in between them. "Stop it!"
Ethan stepped back, staring at the ceiling in anger. Gordo stared ahead his eyes dancing in anger.
"This isn't over Gordon," Ethan snapped. "Friday night, Dark Hill, eight o'clock, bring the fastest you've got."
Lizzie's date turned on his heels, grabbed his shoes from the desk attendant, and strode out.
Lizzie thought frantically to figure out what Ethan was talking about. Suddenly, in a flash, it dawned on her. Dark Hill was the home of the infamous races that Ethan, Danny, and other guys participated. It was on a back road that was once purchased by developers, then the deal fell through, the company moved out, and nothing had been said about it since. The guys had found it and taken over. Now, the race dates were kept secrete until a challenge was made.
"Gordo you can't!" she exclaimed.
He shot her a glare. "Lizzie go chase after Ethan or something."
She reached out and grabbed his arm. "Don't walk away from me."
"Lizzie," he stated, his voice dangerously low. "Let go of my arm, now."
She quickly complied with his request but still wouldn't let him leave. "Do not tell me you are seriously considering racing against them.
"What if I am?"
"What if you are!? Gordo! Hello, that racing, one it's insane to do it, two, you're not from the Fast and Furious, and three you car can't race!"
"Why can't it race?" he shot back. "Because it's my car and it's slow and boring?'
"Damn it will you stop it with that? This has nothing to do with you being stupid or anything Gordo. This is street racing."
"You don't seem too concerned about Ethan racing."
She wanted to smack him upside his head and scream, 'That's because Ethan's not my best friend!' Instead she took a deep breath and pushed a strand of hair out of her face. "That's because Ethan is used to racing! You're not."
"What can be so hard about it, Lizzie?" Gordo demanded. "You get in the car and put your foot on the pedal.
"Give me a break," she replied rolling her eyes. "You can't honestly think it's that easy to control a car that's going over ninety miles an hour."
Gordo's eyes narrowed as he stared at her. "How do you know so much about racing?"
Sighing, Lizzie shook her head. "I've been talking to Ethan so much. How else would I know?" she asked, pushing her hair back again. Was it just her or did the room seem smaller and hotter. Letting out a quick breath, she looked pleadingly at Gordo. "Can we go outside and talk, please?"
He said nothing but lead the way out the doors.
The night air was chilly and Lizzie rubbed at her arms, as she leaned against the wall and took a deep breath of the fresh air.
"Gordo, racing is dangerous," she stated, not caring how much she sounded like somebody's mother.
"No one's gotten hurt yet, I won't be any different," he replied.
"You're different than those other guys!" Lizzie exclaimed, clamming her mouth shut before she blurted out her feelings for him.
"Why?" he asked, tilting his head.
Lizzie shook her head, her hand near her mouth as if that would help hold back the words threatening to bubble forth.
"Why is it always different when it comes to me, Lizzie? I swear I'm a normal guy, I can do exactly what they do," he stated, firmly.
Lizzie wondered how she do this? Why did she have to think before she said anything to her best friend? Why was he driving her this insane?
"Gordo," she sighed. "You don't have to prove anything to me, or to Miranda. We're you friends! We love you not matter what happens. If you're boring, if you're exciting, if you never direct anything, if your biggest hit is a commercial, or if you become bigger than Spielberg."
He was silent, standing profile in the night sky. Lizzie's eyes danced over his handsome silhouette. Maybe Miranda was right, maybe she should just tell him now. She sighed, she couldn't. He hardly believed anything she was telling him right now, if she worked up the nerve, told him, and he didn't believe her, she would be crushed and it would ruin any chance. And besides he was here on a date with Kate, and she was supposed to be on a date with Ethan.
"Lizzie, I'm not doing this for anyone else. I don't care what other people think," he started, turning to look directly at her.
"I'm doing it because I want to, I can't-"suddenly he took a deep breath banishing the old Gordo who Lizzie knew she had almost reached. "I have a date waiting for me inside."
He walked past her and back into the bowling alley.
Lizzie cried out in frustration and smacked her hand against the brick wall she was sitting. She let out a whimper when she felt a jolt of pain shoot through her palms. Standing up, she crossed her arms. The pain in her hand was nothing considering what he was putting her through. Taking a deep breath, she made a resolution she would not give up on him. The old Gordo was in there somewhere. She almost connected with him twice, but Gordo was suppressing him. Sighing, Lizzie realized she had to get Gordo to let go, to revert back to his old self soon.
Friday was also very close, five days away. And she couldn't let him race, there was no telling what would happened if he got out with no experience and tried to beat the guys who had made a game of it. He was playing a game he couldn't win.
Lizzie snapped her head up in attention, she knew those voices rising in anger. She glanced around and located them, by the stand.
"Great," she muttered, realizing how close to Gordo Ethan was standing. She jumped up and hurried towards them. She called out, but neither one heard her. Ethan was saying something, but Lizzie's mind was too panicked to even register what he was saying. 'Please don't hit him, please don't hit him,' she begged silently. She called out again. Gordo's face contorted in anger and he stepped closer. Lizzie flung herself in between them. "Stop it!"
Ethan stepped back, staring at the ceiling in anger. Gordo stared ahead his eyes dancing in anger.
"This isn't over Gordon," Ethan snapped. "Friday night, Dark Hill, eight o'clock, bring the fastest you've got."
Lizzie's date turned on his heels, grabbed his shoes from the desk attendant, and strode out.
Lizzie thought frantically to figure out what Ethan was talking about. Suddenly, in a flash, it dawned on her. Dark Hill was the home of the infamous races that Ethan, Danny, and other guys participated. It was on a back road that was once purchased by developers, then the deal fell through, the company moved out, and nothing had been said about it since. The guys had found it and taken over. Now, the race dates were kept secrete until a challenge was made.
"Gordo you can't!" she exclaimed.
He shot her a glare. "Lizzie go chase after Ethan or something."
She reached out and grabbed his arm. "Don't walk away from me."
"Lizzie," he stated, his voice dangerously low. "Let go of my arm, now."
She quickly complied with his request but still wouldn't let him leave. "Do not tell me you are seriously considering racing against them.
"What if I am?"
"What if you are!? Gordo! Hello, that racing, one it's insane to do it, two, you're not from the Fast and Furious, and three you car can't race!"
"Why can't it race?" he shot back. "Because it's my car and it's slow and boring?'
"Damn it will you stop it with that? This has nothing to do with you being stupid or anything Gordo. This is street racing."
"You don't seem too concerned about Ethan racing."
She wanted to smack him upside his head and scream, 'That's because Ethan's not my best friend!' Instead she took a deep breath and pushed a strand of hair out of her face. "That's because Ethan is used to racing! You're not."
"What can be so hard about it, Lizzie?" Gordo demanded. "You get in the car and put your foot on the pedal.
"Give me a break," she replied rolling her eyes. "You can't honestly think it's that easy to control a car that's going over ninety miles an hour."
Gordo's eyes narrowed as he stared at her. "How do you know so much about racing?"
Sighing, Lizzie shook her head. "I've been talking to Ethan so much. How else would I know?" she asked, pushing her hair back again. Was it just her or did the room seem smaller and hotter. Letting out a quick breath, she looked pleadingly at Gordo. "Can we go outside and talk, please?"
He said nothing but lead the way out the doors.
The night air was chilly and Lizzie rubbed at her arms, as she leaned against the wall and took a deep breath of the fresh air.
"Gordo, racing is dangerous," she stated, not caring how much she sounded like somebody's mother.
"No one's gotten hurt yet, I won't be any different," he replied.
"You're different than those other guys!" Lizzie exclaimed, clamming her mouth shut before she blurted out her feelings for him.
"Why?" he asked, tilting his head.
Lizzie shook her head, her hand near her mouth as if that would help hold back the words threatening to bubble forth.
"Why is it always different when it comes to me, Lizzie? I swear I'm a normal guy, I can do exactly what they do," he stated, firmly.
Lizzie wondered how she do this? Why did she have to think before she said anything to her best friend? Why was he driving her this insane?
"Gordo," she sighed. "You don't have to prove anything to me, or to Miranda. We're you friends! We love you not matter what happens. If you're boring, if you're exciting, if you never direct anything, if your biggest hit is a commercial, or if you become bigger than Spielberg."
He was silent, standing profile in the night sky. Lizzie's eyes danced over his handsome silhouette. Maybe Miranda was right, maybe she should just tell him now. She sighed, she couldn't. He hardly believed anything she was telling him right now, if she worked up the nerve, told him, and he didn't believe her, she would be crushed and it would ruin any chance. And besides he was here on a date with Kate, and she was supposed to be on a date with Ethan.
"Lizzie, I'm not doing this for anyone else. I don't care what other people think," he started, turning to look directly at her.
"I'm doing it because I want to, I can't-"suddenly he took a deep breath banishing the old Gordo who Lizzie knew she had almost reached. "I have a date waiting for me inside."
He walked past her and back into the bowling alley.
Lizzie cried out in frustration and smacked her hand against the brick wall she was sitting. She let out a whimper when she felt a jolt of pain shoot through her palms. Standing up, she crossed her arms. The pain in her hand was nothing considering what he was putting her through. Taking a deep breath, she made a resolution she would not give up on him. The old Gordo was in there somewhere. She almost connected with him twice, but Gordo was suppressing him. Sighing, Lizzie realized she had to get Gordo to let go, to revert back to his old self soon.
Friday was also very close, five days away. And she couldn't let him race, there was no telling what would happened if he got out with no experience and tried to beat the guys who had made a game of it. He was playing a game he couldn't win.