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Lizzie carried her lunch tray outside, she was staying for lunch to talk with Ethan. Miranda said she'd try to meet them if she could.
Glancing around the empty quad, Lizzie selected a spot near a large oak. She'd always like this tree. Especially the way it lost it's leave in the fall and it covered the ground in a golden and auburn carpet.
"Lizz-ay," Ethan grinned, walking towards her, balancing his tray. He sat the tray down, then plopped down next to her. "How were your classes?"
Lizzie nodded. "Good."
Ethan bit a chunk out of his apple then stared up at her thoughtfully. "What are you doing Friday night?" he asked.
Lizzie had been trying not to think about Friday night ever since Ethan had challenged Gordo, but it figured he would bring it up now. "I don't know," she replied.
"Why don't you come out to The Hill with me," he suggested. "After I win, we can hang out."
Lizzie took a deep breath and resisted the urge to yell at him. If he hadn't challenged him, if he would have just let it go. Lizzie dropped her head, her mind racing. She suddenly realized something, if she was to go with Ethan, she would have a reason to be at the race. If she was there that would surely be enough to stop Gordo from doing something stupid. Setting her tray aside, Lizzie wrapped her slender arms around her knees and placed her chin on her arms and looked at Ethan. "What would I have to do?"
"Do?" he echoed.
"I mean, do I just stand there and cheer you on?"
A grin crossed Ethan's face as he realized he was going to get what he wanted. "Well, you'll be like, my girl. Next to being the winner, having a girl at your side is one of the best things about racing."
Lizzie felt a surge of panic. "Would I ride in the car with you?"
Ethan shook his head, the sandy locks flipping on his head. "No. You'd wait for me."
Lizzie nodded. "Has anyone ever wrecked?"
"When?"
Lizzie resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Ethan, focus, for about five minutes, please. When racing, has anyone ever wrecked?"
He bit into his apple, and shook his head. "No, they all know what they're doing."
"What about someone who doesn't?" she asked, struggling to keep her voice under control.
"I dunno," he answered, standing up. "No one's ever driving before who wasn't used to racing." He dusted leaves off of his pants, and grabbed his tray. "I've got to go talk to Danny, but I'll call you tonight okay? Oh yeah, try to pick out something sexy for the race," he called over his shoulder as he walked away.
Lizzie let out a groan of frustration and dropped her head on her knees. For the past several days, Ethan had seemed ready to snap over losing Kate, and now he was telling her to dress sexy for Friday, a date she made with him so she could stop Gordo. How had she managed to get herself into this totally twisted web?
"Hey," Miranda called, leaves rustling as she sat down next to her. "What's going on?"
"Well, Friday night if you have any plans, you'd better cancel them," Lizzie stated, turning her head to face her friend.
"Why?" Miranda asked, poking at the colorful lumps on her tray.
"Because we're going to the race."
"We are?"
"Yeah," Lizzie stated. "And Gordo won't have a choice, he won't race."
Miranda looked doubtfully at her friend. "How can you know that for sure Lizzie?"
"Because," she replied stubbornly. "I know Gordo. Deep down inside, he won't do it."
"You don't know that. Whatever he's trying to prove he's going to try and do no matter what."
"You can't think like that," Lizzie commanded, her legs going straight out as she turned to stare at her friend. "You have to think positive, because we are going to get Gordo back!"
Miranda patted Lizzie on the back. "Calm down, okay? I want him back too, but you can't freak out."
"I'm not freaking out," she declared, standing up. "I'm just getting determined."
Miranda nodded.
Lizzie turned her head and looked across the quad. She felt her resolution drop. Walking across the courtyard, was Gordo, his arm around Kate's waist. Kate tossed her head back in a laugh, and Gordo turned to face her.
"No, no, no," Lizzie murmured softly.
Kate leaned up and kissed him. Lizzie spun on her heel and faced the tree.
"Lizzie, you okay?"
"What does he see in her, honestly?"
"Who?" Miranda demanded standing up, then she saw what was making Lizzie so angry. "Oh, them."
"I should walk over there and say something. I should just walk up and tell them to get a room. No, I should walk up and just grab Gordo and show him what a kiss with feeling is like," Lizzie exclaimed. She stopped as she heard Miranda's choked laughter. "What?!"
"Sorry, I just tried to mentally picture you doing everything you just said you would and I found it funny," Miranda explained, leaning back against the tree trunk.
Lizzie forced a smile to her lips, her eyes going back to Gordo. She didn't want to look, but out of some bizarre curiosity she did watch. No longer were they kissing, they weren't even close anymore.
Kate was crossing the courtyard and Gordo was standing alone.
Lizzie glanced at Miranda, absorbed in trying to find something edible on her plate, then she looked at her watch. Ten minute of lunch left.
Biting her bottom lip, she stared at the boy across the yard. Her best friend, her crush, he glanced up and caught her eye.
Lizzie took a deep breath then began to cross the leaf covered ground towards him. She could do this, she'd known him her whole life, she could do this, couldn't she?
Lizzie carried her lunch tray outside, she was staying for lunch to talk with Ethan. Miranda said she'd try to meet them if she could.
Glancing around the empty quad, Lizzie selected a spot near a large oak. She'd always like this tree. Especially the way it lost it's leave in the fall and it covered the ground in a golden and auburn carpet.
"Lizz-ay," Ethan grinned, walking towards her, balancing his tray. He sat the tray down, then plopped down next to her. "How were your classes?"
Lizzie nodded. "Good."
Ethan bit a chunk out of his apple then stared up at her thoughtfully. "What are you doing Friday night?" he asked.
Lizzie had been trying not to think about Friday night ever since Ethan had challenged Gordo, but it figured he would bring it up now. "I don't know," she replied.
"Why don't you come out to The Hill with me," he suggested. "After I win, we can hang out."
Lizzie took a deep breath and resisted the urge to yell at him. If he hadn't challenged him, if he would have just let it go. Lizzie dropped her head, her mind racing. She suddenly realized something, if she was to go with Ethan, she would have a reason to be at the race. If she was there that would surely be enough to stop Gordo from doing something stupid. Setting her tray aside, Lizzie wrapped her slender arms around her knees and placed her chin on her arms and looked at Ethan. "What would I have to do?"
"Do?" he echoed.
"I mean, do I just stand there and cheer you on?"
A grin crossed Ethan's face as he realized he was going to get what he wanted. "Well, you'll be like, my girl. Next to being the winner, having a girl at your side is one of the best things about racing."
Lizzie felt a surge of panic. "Would I ride in the car with you?"
Ethan shook his head, the sandy locks flipping on his head. "No. You'd wait for me."
Lizzie nodded. "Has anyone ever wrecked?"
"When?"
Lizzie resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Ethan, focus, for about five minutes, please. When racing, has anyone ever wrecked?"
He bit into his apple, and shook his head. "No, they all know what they're doing."
"What about someone who doesn't?" she asked, struggling to keep her voice under control.
"I dunno," he answered, standing up. "No one's ever driving before who wasn't used to racing." He dusted leaves off of his pants, and grabbed his tray. "I've got to go talk to Danny, but I'll call you tonight okay? Oh yeah, try to pick out something sexy for the race," he called over his shoulder as he walked away.
Lizzie let out a groan of frustration and dropped her head on her knees. For the past several days, Ethan had seemed ready to snap over losing Kate, and now he was telling her to dress sexy for Friday, a date she made with him so she could stop Gordo. How had she managed to get herself into this totally twisted web?
"Hey," Miranda called, leaves rustling as she sat down next to her. "What's going on?"
"Well, Friday night if you have any plans, you'd better cancel them," Lizzie stated, turning her head to face her friend.
"Why?" Miranda asked, poking at the colorful lumps on her tray.
"Because we're going to the race."
"We are?"
"Yeah," Lizzie stated. "And Gordo won't have a choice, he won't race."
Miranda looked doubtfully at her friend. "How can you know that for sure Lizzie?"
"Because," she replied stubbornly. "I know Gordo. Deep down inside, he won't do it."
"You don't know that. Whatever he's trying to prove he's going to try and do no matter what."
"You can't think like that," Lizzie commanded, her legs going straight out as she turned to stare at her friend. "You have to think positive, because we are going to get Gordo back!"
Miranda patted Lizzie on the back. "Calm down, okay? I want him back too, but you can't freak out."
"I'm not freaking out," she declared, standing up. "I'm just getting determined."
Miranda nodded.
Lizzie turned her head and looked across the quad. She felt her resolution drop. Walking across the courtyard, was Gordo, his arm around Kate's waist. Kate tossed her head back in a laugh, and Gordo turned to face her.
"No, no, no," Lizzie murmured softly.
Kate leaned up and kissed him. Lizzie spun on her heel and faced the tree.
"Lizzie, you okay?"
"What does he see in her, honestly?"
"Who?" Miranda demanded standing up, then she saw what was making Lizzie so angry. "Oh, them."
"I should walk over there and say something. I should just walk up and tell them to get a room. No, I should walk up and just grab Gordo and show him what a kiss with feeling is like," Lizzie exclaimed. She stopped as she heard Miranda's choked laughter. "What?!"
"Sorry, I just tried to mentally picture you doing everything you just said you would and I found it funny," Miranda explained, leaning back against the tree trunk.
Lizzie forced a smile to her lips, her eyes going back to Gordo. She didn't want to look, but out of some bizarre curiosity she did watch. No longer were they kissing, they weren't even close anymore.
Kate was crossing the courtyard and Gordo was standing alone.
Lizzie glanced at Miranda, absorbed in trying to find something edible on her plate, then she looked at her watch. Ten minute of lunch left.
Biting her bottom lip, she stared at the boy across the yard. Her best friend, her crush, he glanced up and caught her eye.
Lizzie took a deep breath then began to cross the leaf covered ground towards him. She could do this, she'd known him her whole life, she could do this, couldn't she?