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Miranda sat her books down on her desk, then sat down. She glanced around the classroom, Kate and Claire were standing near the teacher's desk talking to Ethan who was sitting on the corner of the desk.
Miranda glanced towards the window and saw Danny Kessler standing beside it. Danny was handsome, ranking up there with Ethan Craft but in a different way. Where Ethan was good looking in the clueless surfer way, Danny was darker and more debonair. Wait, did she just say debonair? Woah, she was spending way too much time with Gordo.
Shaking her head, Miranda smiled as the bell rang and the other seniors scrambled for their desks.
She glanced at the desk beside her, Gordo's desk was still empty. Where was he? It wasn't like Gordo to be late, she thought about yesterday, his sudden departure, she and Lizzie had been at a loss for his sudden departure, and now he wasn't in school.
The teacher called roll and interrupted her thoughts, then gave them time to work on their writing assignment. Miranda pulled out her notebook, wrote a couple of words, then tried to think of what to write next, but she couldn't think of anything. Sighing, she tapped her pen on the desk, willing inspiration to come, but the only thing she could think of was Gordo's reaction to the broke mug. Weird, totally weird.
Her attention was drawn to the door as it softly shut. Gordo walked to the teacher's desk, gave him his note then quickly slid into his seat. Miranda waited until the teacher was absorbed in his book, then she softly called Gordo's name.
His head was down on his desk. She waited for a reply then reached over and poked his side. Gordo jumped and turned towards her. "Why are you late?" she asked.
"I overslept," he replied softly, running his hand through the mass of curls on his head.
"I called your house last night at like nine thirty, your mom said you were sleeping," Miranda stated.
"I'd stayed up all night the night before working on a movie, I was really tired," he whispered.
Miranda nodded, glancing in the direction of the teacher. "You coming to the rehearsal today?"
"I'm the director," he nodded, "I have to be there."
In tradition with the previous classes, the senior class had decided to put on a Christmas choir performance. Miranda who was a member and had convinced Lizzie and Gordo to join and Gordo had been appointed director and Lizzie was his assistant.
"Do you know if the art classes have finished the backdrops?" he asked, shuffling through his notes.
"I think so," Miranda nodded.
"What about 'Silent Night'?"
"What about it?"
"Who's singing the solo?"
Miranda shrugged. "I don't know."
Gordo shot her a look. Miranda sighed and shrugged. She knew what she was getting that look for. She wanted to sing the solo, but she'd been working up the courage to try out. She knew she had a strong voice, but it was the Christmas show and with Gordo as the director it would seem that he was the only reason she'd gotten the part.
Miranda pulled out a new piece of paper and scribbled down the lyrics to a song that had been stuck in her head. When then bell finally rang, she gathered up her books and stood up. Then she realized Gordo was still sitting at his desk, his head down. Miranda reached out and shook his arm. "Gordo!" she called.
His slowly raised his head. "What?" he moaned softly, his face pale.
"Class is over," she stated, staring at him, this was completely bizarre.
Gordo rubbed his face, then grabbed his books and followed Miranda into the hallway. She stopped suddenly, almost causing him to run into her.
"What's wrong?" she demanded.
"Nothing," he yawned, rubbing his face, his eyelids half closed, his head lulling gently to the side.
"Bull. Are you sick?"
"No," he insisted, pulling his head back up, blinking his eyes quickly.
"You just slept through English," she argued.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know I was committing a crime," he laughed. "It's nothing. Don't worry so much, Miranda."
He walked on ahead to his next class. Miranda frowned as she stopped at her locker.
"Hi!" Lizzie's friendly voice exclaimed.
"Hi," Miranda replied. "What's up?"
"Nothing, avoiding Kate. You know, most people believe Christmas is a time for goodwill towards everyone, but Kate must have missed that day, because her day is not complete until she says something completely cruel to me."
"I don't know why you put up with her."
"You know, I don't either. It's our senior year of high school, and I'm sick of being bullied by her. I've done nothing to her, and I'm not going to take it any more," Lizzie declared.
Miranda raised her eyebrows as she stared at her friend. "Really?"
"Yes, she's just like Matt, and I have to live with him and I won't put up with it, why should I take it from her?"
"Wow, what did Matt do to you this morning?"
"Nothing, Kate just reminded me of him the way she's always got to call me names, or something annoying like Matt."
Miranda pulled out her library books. "Let's go to the library."
"I'd like to thank the man who thought of study hall!" Lizzie exclaimed dramatically. "This has got to be my favorite class of the day."
"You're insane," Miranda laughed.
"That's okay though," Lizzie smirked. "Because I have fun."
"Have you talked to Gordo today?" Miranda asked.
"No, I haven't seen him why?"
"Well, he's just acting kind of strange, like weirder than yesterday."
"Gordo's always weird, it's just how he is. It's Gordo," Lizzie joked, walking into the library and selecting a table. "What did he do?"
"He was late for English, then he slept through it."
"Maybe he's just tired. I've slept through English plenty of times," Lizzie stated.
Miranda opened her book. "But you're not Gordo, straight A, Mr. Valedictorian," she sighed, and flipped through the pages of her book. "You're right. I guess I'm just expecting everyone to be happy and perky for the holidays."
"Well, let's hope you don't have a run in with Kate," Lizzie smiled.
Miranda nodded. She didn't really care about Kate though, she felt a gnawing sense of worry starting to form as she thought of Gordo, but she didn't know what she had to be worried about. He was one of her best friends, if something was wrong, he'd tell her. Wouldn't he?
Miranda sat her books down on her desk, then sat down. She glanced around the classroom, Kate and Claire were standing near the teacher's desk talking to Ethan who was sitting on the corner of the desk.
Miranda glanced towards the window and saw Danny Kessler standing beside it. Danny was handsome, ranking up there with Ethan Craft but in a different way. Where Ethan was good looking in the clueless surfer way, Danny was darker and more debonair. Wait, did she just say debonair? Woah, she was spending way too much time with Gordo.
Shaking her head, Miranda smiled as the bell rang and the other seniors scrambled for their desks.
She glanced at the desk beside her, Gordo's desk was still empty. Where was he? It wasn't like Gordo to be late, she thought about yesterday, his sudden departure, she and Lizzie had been at a loss for his sudden departure, and now he wasn't in school.
The teacher called roll and interrupted her thoughts, then gave them time to work on their writing assignment. Miranda pulled out her notebook, wrote a couple of words, then tried to think of what to write next, but she couldn't think of anything. Sighing, she tapped her pen on the desk, willing inspiration to come, but the only thing she could think of was Gordo's reaction to the broke mug. Weird, totally weird.
Her attention was drawn to the door as it softly shut. Gordo walked to the teacher's desk, gave him his note then quickly slid into his seat. Miranda waited until the teacher was absorbed in his book, then she softly called Gordo's name.
His head was down on his desk. She waited for a reply then reached over and poked his side. Gordo jumped and turned towards her. "Why are you late?" she asked.
"I overslept," he replied softly, running his hand through the mass of curls on his head.
"I called your house last night at like nine thirty, your mom said you were sleeping," Miranda stated.
"I'd stayed up all night the night before working on a movie, I was really tired," he whispered.
Miranda nodded, glancing in the direction of the teacher. "You coming to the rehearsal today?"
"I'm the director," he nodded, "I have to be there."
In tradition with the previous classes, the senior class had decided to put on a Christmas choir performance. Miranda who was a member and had convinced Lizzie and Gordo to join and Gordo had been appointed director and Lizzie was his assistant.
"Do you know if the art classes have finished the backdrops?" he asked, shuffling through his notes.
"I think so," Miranda nodded.
"What about 'Silent Night'?"
"What about it?"
"Who's singing the solo?"
Miranda shrugged. "I don't know."
Gordo shot her a look. Miranda sighed and shrugged. She knew what she was getting that look for. She wanted to sing the solo, but she'd been working up the courage to try out. She knew she had a strong voice, but it was the Christmas show and with Gordo as the director it would seem that he was the only reason she'd gotten the part.
Miranda pulled out a new piece of paper and scribbled down the lyrics to a song that had been stuck in her head. When then bell finally rang, she gathered up her books and stood up. Then she realized Gordo was still sitting at his desk, his head down. Miranda reached out and shook his arm. "Gordo!" she called.
His slowly raised his head. "What?" he moaned softly, his face pale.
"Class is over," she stated, staring at him, this was completely bizarre.
Gordo rubbed his face, then grabbed his books and followed Miranda into the hallway. She stopped suddenly, almost causing him to run into her.
"What's wrong?" she demanded.
"Nothing," he yawned, rubbing his face, his eyelids half closed, his head lulling gently to the side.
"Bull. Are you sick?"
"No," he insisted, pulling his head back up, blinking his eyes quickly.
"You just slept through English," she argued.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know I was committing a crime," he laughed. "It's nothing. Don't worry so much, Miranda."
He walked on ahead to his next class. Miranda frowned as she stopped at her locker.
"Hi!" Lizzie's friendly voice exclaimed.
"Hi," Miranda replied. "What's up?"
"Nothing, avoiding Kate. You know, most people believe Christmas is a time for goodwill towards everyone, but Kate must have missed that day, because her day is not complete until she says something completely cruel to me."
"I don't know why you put up with her."
"You know, I don't either. It's our senior year of high school, and I'm sick of being bullied by her. I've done nothing to her, and I'm not going to take it any more," Lizzie declared.
Miranda raised her eyebrows as she stared at her friend. "Really?"
"Yes, she's just like Matt, and I have to live with him and I won't put up with it, why should I take it from her?"
"Wow, what did Matt do to you this morning?"
"Nothing, Kate just reminded me of him the way she's always got to call me names, or something annoying like Matt."
Miranda pulled out her library books. "Let's go to the library."
"I'd like to thank the man who thought of study hall!" Lizzie exclaimed dramatically. "This has got to be my favorite class of the day."
"You're insane," Miranda laughed.
"That's okay though," Lizzie smirked. "Because I have fun."
"Have you talked to Gordo today?" Miranda asked.
"No, I haven't seen him why?"
"Well, he's just acting kind of strange, like weirder than yesterday."
"Gordo's always weird, it's just how he is. It's Gordo," Lizzie joked, walking into the library and selecting a table. "What did he do?"
"He was late for English, then he slept through it."
"Maybe he's just tired. I've slept through English plenty of times," Lizzie stated.
Miranda opened her book. "But you're not Gordo, straight A, Mr. Valedictorian," she sighed, and flipped through the pages of her book. "You're right. I guess I'm just expecting everyone to be happy and perky for the holidays."
"Well, let's hope you don't have a run in with Kate," Lizzie smiled.
Miranda nodded. She didn't really care about Kate though, she felt a gnawing sense of worry starting to form as she thought of Gordo, but she didn't know what she had to be worried about. He was one of her best friends, if something was wrong, he'd tell her. Wouldn't he?