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Friday came too soon for Miranda. Her stomach had been in knots all day, Gordo had actually came to school today, but instead of hanging on Kate like he usually did, his attention had been focused elsewhere.
Ethan seemed more focused today than usual today also, and the school was buzzing with the news of a race.
At five thirty, Miranda had driven to Lizzie's to pick her up like they'd planned. She was still worried about Lizzie. Wednesday, she had come up with a plan, a plan that she had refused to tell, saying that on Friday she would see.
Lizzie's little brother Matt let Miranda in, and muttered something about Lizzie being in her room. She jogged up that stairs, then pushed open the door to Lizzie's bedroom. Her jaw dropped when she saw her best friend. "What are you doing?" she gasped.
Lizzie was standing in front of the full length mirror, wearing a pair of tight super low rise jeans and a red halter top that covered little more than a bikini top. Lizzie whirled around to her friend and her arms wrapped around her bare stomach.
Miranda stared expectantly at her.
Lizzie finally dropped her arms and walked over to the dresser and picked up earrings.
"Well," Miranda demanded.
"Well what?" Lizzie retorted.
Miranda felt an odd pounding in her head.
Lizzie's face suddenly broke into the familiar smile, and she ran a hand through her hair. "Do you think he'll like it?"
Miranda felt a rush of relief, she'd been terrified for a second that Lizzie was going to pull a Gordo. "Think who'll like it?"
"Gordo."
"You're dressing like this because of Gordo?"
"Well, it's time to fight fire with fire. He changed all of a sudden, and he expects us to take it like it's nothing at all," she paused and glanced down at her outfit. "So, I'm going to wear this, and hang on Ethan and see what he thinks."
Miranda looked over the outfit and let out a snicker. "I think you'll have more then Ethan's attention."
Lizzie considered this for a moment while putting the large hoops into her ears. "Well, I'll work that to my advantage too."
"Gordo is going to freak out completely when he sees you."
"That's what I'm counting on," Lizzie stated, sitting down in front of the mirror and picking up her make up."
"Okay, let's just say hypothetically, if Gordo ignores your 'outfit' and still tries to race. What are we going to do? We can't call our parents, because everyone will get in trouble," Miranda explained, sitting down on the bed.
Lizzie glanced up for a moment. "I could get into the car with him."
"What!? No way," Miranda exclaimed. "You'll get in there with him and start arguing about something and crash. He has to have all his attention on driving."
"But if I'm in there he won't drive."
"Lizzie, he's not going to let you into the car at all," Miranda stated, pacing the room.
Silence fell between them. Lizzie obviously trying to think of a new scheme, Miranda wishing this nightmare was over.
Pulling her purse onto the bed beside her, she pulled out her cell phone, checking the battery. It was fully charged. She swallowed the lump in her throat, she hoped that she would have to use it.
"What are you doing?" Lizzie asked, breaking into her thoughts.
"Nothing," Miranda replied quickly. "Do you have your cell phone? Are you taking it with you?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Because, I just have a really, really bad feeling about tonight," she stated.
"Don't, because Ethan said no one ever gets hurt at these," Lizzie answered. "And besides, look, Ethan had driven tons of times and he's never been hurt."
"Yeah, but that's Ethan, he's protected by the dumb luck angel or something," Miranda answered. She crossed the room and stared into the mirror, checking out her own reflection. She'd chosen an outfit similar to the one she wore to Ethan's party. This time she was wearing low rise jeans, and a black tank with Tough Chick written across the front in silver glitter.
"Ready to go?" she asked, pulling her keys out of her pocket.
"As ready I'm going to get," Lizzie replied, pulling a large sweatshirt out of her closet.
"What are you doing now?" Miranda asked.
"Do you honestly think my mother is going to let me out of the house dressed like this?" Lizzie asked. "I've had this shirt hidden in my sock drawer since I bought it."
Miranda let out a laugh, shaking her head as she applied a second coat of lipstick. She wasn't sure what she thought about Lizzie's change of wardrobe. On one hand, it was just like a night of dress up and it was to shock Gordo in to changing back into himself.
On the other hand, Lizzie was doing exactly what Gordo had, she was changing to fit someone's idea of who she should be or her own image of who she should be.
Miranda clutched the keys in her hand and nodded. "You ready to go?"
Lizzie slid on her jacket then stared in the direction of the door and nodded.
Miranda led the way into the car. Jo stopped them briefly to ask about where they were going. Lizzie gave a quick cover up saying a late movie. Jo accepted the answer, the girls hadn't had a reason to not tell the truth before, she must have assumed that this time was no different.
Miranda scurried ahead to the car and climbed quickly into the driver seat. Lizzie sat down a few minutes later and took a deep breath.
Miranda started the car and backed out of the driveway. She let the CD player start playing, and said nothing.
They neared the hill, Miranda turned off the radio and listened. She could hear music and loud shouts. It sounded as if a party was already in swing.
Miranda felt her stomach knot up. This was it. She glanced at Lizzie, she was nervously wringing her hands.
"You okay?"
Lizzie glanced over and nodded.
Miranda knew that look of fear, she wasn't okay, she was just as worried as Miranda herself was because tonight was the night.
She sighed as she put the car into park and turned off the key with ignition. She couldn't help but wonder were they doing the right thing? Was fighting fire with fire a wise idea?
Friday came too soon for Miranda. Her stomach had been in knots all day, Gordo had actually came to school today, but instead of hanging on Kate like he usually did, his attention had been focused elsewhere.
Ethan seemed more focused today than usual today also, and the school was buzzing with the news of a race.
At five thirty, Miranda had driven to Lizzie's to pick her up like they'd planned. She was still worried about Lizzie. Wednesday, she had come up with a plan, a plan that she had refused to tell, saying that on Friday she would see.
Lizzie's little brother Matt let Miranda in, and muttered something about Lizzie being in her room. She jogged up that stairs, then pushed open the door to Lizzie's bedroom. Her jaw dropped when she saw her best friend. "What are you doing?" she gasped.
Lizzie was standing in front of the full length mirror, wearing a pair of tight super low rise jeans and a red halter top that covered little more than a bikini top. Lizzie whirled around to her friend and her arms wrapped around her bare stomach.
Miranda stared expectantly at her.
Lizzie finally dropped her arms and walked over to the dresser and picked up earrings.
"Well," Miranda demanded.
"Well what?" Lizzie retorted.
Miranda felt an odd pounding in her head.
Lizzie's face suddenly broke into the familiar smile, and she ran a hand through her hair. "Do you think he'll like it?"
Miranda felt a rush of relief, she'd been terrified for a second that Lizzie was going to pull a Gordo. "Think who'll like it?"
"Gordo."
"You're dressing like this because of Gordo?"
"Well, it's time to fight fire with fire. He changed all of a sudden, and he expects us to take it like it's nothing at all," she paused and glanced down at her outfit. "So, I'm going to wear this, and hang on Ethan and see what he thinks."
Miranda looked over the outfit and let out a snicker. "I think you'll have more then Ethan's attention."
Lizzie considered this for a moment while putting the large hoops into her ears. "Well, I'll work that to my advantage too."
"Gordo is going to freak out completely when he sees you."
"That's what I'm counting on," Lizzie stated, sitting down in front of the mirror and picking up her make up."
"Okay, let's just say hypothetically, if Gordo ignores your 'outfit' and still tries to race. What are we going to do? We can't call our parents, because everyone will get in trouble," Miranda explained, sitting down on the bed.
Lizzie glanced up for a moment. "I could get into the car with him."
"What!? No way," Miranda exclaimed. "You'll get in there with him and start arguing about something and crash. He has to have all his attention on driving."
"But if I'm in there he won't drive."
"Lizzie, he's not going to let you into the car at all," Miranda stated, pacing the room.
Silence fell between them. Lizzie obviously trying to think of a new scheme, Miranda wishing this nightmare was over.
Pulling her purse onto the bed beside her, she pulled out her cell phone, checking the battery. It was fully charged. She swallowed the lump in her throat, she hoped that she would have to use it.
"What are you doing?" Lizzie asked, breaking into her thoughts.
"Nothing," Miranda replied quickly. "Do you have your cell phone? Are you taking it with you?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Because, I just have a really, really bad feeling about tonight," she stated.
"Don't, because Ethan said no one ever gets hurt at these," Lizzie answered. "And besides, look, Ethan had driven tons of times and he's never been hurt."
"Yeah, but that's Ethan, he's protected by the dumb luck angel or something," Miranda answered. She crossed the room and stared into the mirror, checking out her own reflection. She'd chosen an outfit similar to the one she wore to Ethan's party. This time she was wearing low rise jeans, and a black tank with Tough Chick written across the front in silver glitter.
"Ready to go?" she asked, pulling her keys out of her pocket.
"As ready I'm going to get," Lizzie replied, pulling a large sweatshirt out of her closet.
"What are you doing now?" Miranda asked.
"Do you honestly think my mother is going to let me out of the house dressed like this?" Lizzie asked. "I've had this shirt hidden in my sock drawer since I bought it."
Miranda let out a laugh, shaking her head as she applied a second coat of lipstick. She wasn't sure what she thought about Lizzie's change of wardrobe. On one hand, it was just like a night of dress up and it was to shock Gordo in to changing back into himself.
On the other hand, Lizzie was doing exactly what Gordo had, she was changing to fit someone's idea of who she should be or her own image of who she should be.
Miranda clutched the keys in her hand and nodded. "You ready to go?"
Lizzie slid on her jacket then stared in the direction of the door and nodded.
Miranda led the way into the car. Jo stopped them briefly to ask about where they were going. Lizzie gave a quick cover up saying a late movie. Jo accepted the answer, the girls hadn't had a reason to not tell the truth before, she must have assumed that this time was no different.
Miranda scurried ahead to the car and climbed quickly into the driver seat. Lizzie sat down a few minutes later and took a deep breath.
Miranda started the car and backed out of the driveway. She let the CD player start playing, and said nothing.
They neared the hill, Miranda turned off the radio and listened. She could hear music and loud shouts. It sounded as if a party was already in swing.
Miranda felt her stomach knot up. This was it. She glanced at Lizzie, she was nervously wringing her hands.
"You okay?"
Lizzie glanced over and nodded.
Miranda knew that look of fear, she wasn't okay, she was just as worried as Miranda herself was because tonight was the night.
She sighed as she put the car into park and turned off the key with ignition. She couldn't help but wonder were they doing the right thing? Was fighting fire with fire a wise idea?