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Gordo turned his head in the direction of the blue Grand AM that had just come to a halt. He discreetly watched as Miranda climbed out of the car, then the passenger door opened and Lizzie stepped out. Or at least, he thought it was Lizzie.
His jaw dropped as he realized that it was indeed Lizzie. She was wearing less than usual. A lot less than usual.
Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back, her flat stomach revealed, and the sight pants showing off the curves of her hips.
"Gordo, you okay?" Larry asked, snapping him back to attention.
Her jerked his head back around to what he was doing. "What?"
"Dude, you've got to pay attention. You try to whip this thing around- "
"I know," he interrupted sharply. He know he needed to focus on the race, which would occur in less than an hour, but what the hell was Lizzie doing here, dressed like that?!
Taking a deep calming breath, he ran his hand through his hair. "I'm gonna go grab something to drink, you want anything?"
Larry didn't answer, he was completely absorbed checking out the mechanics of the car.
Gordo strode over to the truck where the cooler with the drinks. He pulled out a bottle of water, twisted off the cap, then gulped down over half of the contents.
Sighing, his splashed himself in the face with the remaining contents. The night was hot, especially for November. He rubbed the back of his neck as he leaned back against the truck bed.
He could still see Lizzie. She was gracefully making her way through the crowd, no doubt looking for Ethan. Gordo felt a surge of jealousy as he watched the guys appreciatively check out Lizzie's outfit. His fits clenched and he resisted the urge to walk over, knock them all over and put the jacket from inside his car around her shoulders.
He shook his head, it didn't matter she wasn't his girlfriend, she could dress however she liked and let whoever look at her.
He laughed at himself, wishing he was lying. Before he had a chance to think about it any more, he saw a familiar head emerge from the crowd. Ethan had spotted Lizzie and quickly swept in.
His hands slid around her bare back and he pulled her close, ducking his head to kiss her.
Gordo felt his heart lurch. Why was he watching this? He didn't care, she could do what she wanted. Now he knew he was lying. It was killing him watching Ethan put his hands on Lizzie. And to know that she was enjoying it. Lizzie had been head over heels for Ethan since longer than he honestly cared to remember. With a scornful laugh he reminded himself why. Because Ethan was cool, unpredictable, wild, and handsome. Features Gordo knew no one would ever apply to him.
Even his nickname was boring, Gordo, Gourd, he was a squash.
Not after tonight. Once he won the race, he would be the one receiving attention, he would be the one with girls flocking around him.
He finally started back towards his car. Larry had shut the hood and was vigorously rubbing it with a rag.
"Ready to win this?" Larry asked, standing up.
"Is my car?" he shot back.
Larry nodded and smiled. "Yeah. Just remember what I said about the turns, and holding back until Ethan gets comfortable. I've watched him race a lot of times and I know his style. Just play it cool."
Gordo nodded. Larry walked off to join the crowd. Gordo climbed inside and started the engine. The car revved to life and he felt a satisfied smirk cross his face as heads turned and everyone stared as he drove the car into the starting position. Turing the car off, he climbed out and leaned against the car.
"Hey, Craft, you want to untangle yourself from your girlfriend and do this, or is she your excuse not to do it?" he called. He didn't miss that look Lizzie shot him as she turned around.
"You think you're ready?" Ethan shot back.
Gordo stepped back from the car and raised his hands, an expectant look on his face. "Let's go."
Ethan moved back into the crowd. Gordo knew he was going to his car. The crowd moved to the side, an anxious buzz taking over.
He didn't realize she was behind him until she said his name. He commanded himself to practice self control, he took a quick deep breath and turned around. Immediately he was lost in her hazel eyes. "What?" he snapped, his tone helping him to hold on.
"Don't do this," she stated softly, her voice pleading. "It's stupid. It's not safe. Gordo, you rock, don't change. Remember?"
He did remember, she was quoting the way he'd signed her year book. His eyes raked over her outfit, and he felt his resolution strengthen. "Well, glad to see how serious you took me." Desolation crossed Lizzie's face, but he found if he didn't stop talking then he couldn't think, and if he couldn't think, he couldn't take into account that pitiful look she was giving him. "It's perfectly all right for you and Miranda to do whatever you want, but I can't change even a little. Look at the way you're dressed Lizzie. I don't think I've even seen Kate dressed like that."
He wasn't complaining, he really did like the outfit, it was just the general idea.
Lizzie's jaw dropped, then she clammed her mouth shut.
In silence they stared at each other. In the distance there was a rumble as Ethan's car roared to life. Gordo stared at her and shook his head.
"It doesn't matter you know," she stated as Gordo ducked into the driver's seat.
"What?" he asked, looking up at her.
Lizzie bit her lip. Struggling and carefully choosing her next words. "The outcome of the race. It's not going to change anything."
Ethan car rolled into the starting position on the right of Gordo. Lizzie shook her head and stepped back.
"You ready to go?" Ethan called, gunning the engine.
Gordo watched as Claire Miller raised a flag. He briefly wondered where Kate was, then shook his head. He honestly didn't care.
His fingers tightened on the wheel, the flag was lifted. The roar of the crowd outside pounded in his head. His foot hovering over the gas pedal. The flag dropped and it started.
Gordo turned his head in the direction of the blue Grand AM that had just come to a halt. He discreetly watched as Miranda climbed out of the car, then the passenger door opened and Lizzie stepped out. Or at least, he thought it was Lizzie.
His jaw dropped as he realized that it was indeed Lizzie. She was wearing less than usual. A lot less than usual.
Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back, her flat stomach revealed, and the sight pants showing off the curves of her hips.
"Gordo, you okay?" Larry asked, snapping him back to attention.
Her jerked his head back around to what he was doing. "What?"
"Dude, you've got to pay attention. You try to whip this thing around- "
"I know," he interrupted sharply. He know he needed to focus on the race, which would occur in less than an hour, but what the hell was Lizzie doing here, dressed like that?!
Taking a deep calming breath, he ran his hand through his hair. "I'm gonna go grab something to drink, you want anything?"
Larry didn't answer, he was completely absorbed checking out the mechanics of the car.
Gordo strode over to the truck where the cooler with the drinks. He pulled out a bottle of water, twisted off the cap, then gulped down over half of the contents.
Sighing, his splashed himself in the face with the remaining contents. The night was hot, especially for November. He rubbed the back of his neck as he leaned back against the truck bed.
He could still see Lizzie. She was gracefully making her way through the crowd, no doubt looking for Ethan. Gordo felt a surge of jealousy as he watched the guys appreciatively check out Lizzie's outfit. His fits clenched and he resisted the urge to walk over, knock them all over and put the jacket from inside his car around her shoulders.
He shook his head, it didn't matter she wasn't his girlfriend, she could dress however she liked and let whoever look at her.
He laughed at himself, wishing he was lying. Before he had a chance to think about it any more, he saw a familiar head emerge from the crowd. Ethan had spotted Lizzie and quickly swept in.
His hands slid around her bare back and he pulled her close, ducking his head to kiss her.
Gordo felt his heart lurch. Why was he watching this? He didn't care, she could do what she wanted. Now he knew he was lying. It was killing him watching Ethan put his hands on Lizzie. And to know that she was enjoying it. Lizzie had been head over heels for Ethan since longer than he honestly cared to remember. With a scornful laugh he reminded himself why. Because Ethan was cool, unpredictable, wild, and handsome. Features Gordo knew no one would ever apply to him.
Even his nickname was boring, Gordo, Gourd, he was a squash.
Not after tonight. Once he won the race, he would be the one receiving attention, he would be the one with girls flocking around him.
He finally started back towards his car. Larry had shut the hood and was vigorously rubbing it with a rag.
"Ready to win this?" Larry asked, standing up.
"Is my car?" he shot back.
Larry nodded and smiled. "Yeah. Just remember what I said about the turns, and holding back until Ethan gets comfortable. I've watched him race a lot of times and I know his style. Just play it cool."
Gordo nodded. Larry walked off to join the crowd. Gordo climbed inside and started the engine. The car revved to life and he felt a satisfied smirk cross his face as heads turned and everyone stared as he drove the car into the starting position. Turing the car off, he climbed out and leaned against the car.
"Hey, Craft, you want to untangle yourself from your girlfriend and do this, or is she your excuse not to do it?" he called. He didn't miss that look Lizzie shot him as she turned around.
"You think you're ready?" Ethan shot back.
Gordo stepped back from the car and raised his hands, an expectant look on his face. "Let's go."
Ethan moved back into the crowd. Gordo knew he was going to his car. The crowd moved to the side, an anxious buzz taking over.
He didn't realize she was behind him until she said his name. He commanded himself to practice self control, he took a quick deep breath and turned around. Immediately he was lost in her hazel eyes. "What?" he snapped, his tone helping him to hold on.
"Don't do this," she stated softly, her voice pleading. "It's stupid. It's not safe. Gordo, you rock, don't change. Remember?"
He did remember, she was quoting the way he'd signed her year book. His eyes raked over her outfit, and he felt his resolution strengthen. "Well, glad to see how serious you took me." Desolation crossed Lizzie's face, but he found if he didn't stop talking then he couldn't think, and if he couldn't think, he couldn't take into account that pitiful look she was giving him. "It's perfectly all right for you and Miranda to do whatever you want, but I can't change even a little. Look at the way you're dressed Lizzie. I don't think I've even seen Kate dressed like that."
He wasn't complaining, he really did like the outfit, it was just the general idea.
Lizzie's jaw dropped, then she clammed her mouth shut.
In silence they stared at each other. In the distance there was a rumble as Ethan's car roared to life. Gordo stared at her and shook his head.
"It doesn't matter you know," she stated as Gordo ducked into the driver's seat.
"What?" he asked, looking up at her.
Lizzie bit her lip. Struggling and carefully choosing her next words. "The outcome of the race. It's not going to change anything."
Ethan car rolled into the starting position on the right of Gordo. Lizzie shook her head and stepped back.
"You ready to go?" Ethan called, gunning the engine.
Gordo watched as Claire Miller raised a flag. He briefly wondered where Kate was, then shook his head. He honestly didn't care.
His fingers tightened on the wheel, the flag was lifted. The roar of the crowd outside pounded in his head. His foot hovering over the gas pedal. The flag dropped and it started.