Gordo opened the door and stepped outside. Lizzie was there waiting for him as always. He'd told her he was some help from one of his friends; that he was having trouble in class. He was getting help alright, and Miranda was a friend, but the work they were doing was not so much for class. Lizzie kissed him on the cheek and asked him how it went. "Perfectly," he said smiling to himself.
The next night he went to the movies. He was going to meet Miranda for some more "help".
Lizzie was bored. Gordo had cancelled on her cause he had a test tomorrow. She decided to get out and catch a movie. She walked in and a couple in the corner caught her eye. "Do they have to do that in public?" she thought. She was about to go find her theatre when she recognized the boy. It was Gordo. With….Miranda! She couldn't believe it.
Gordo was coming up for air when he spotted her, staring at them, crying hysterically. He went to comfort her, leaving Miranda standing alone.
Miranda watched as he begged and told Lizzie he loved her. Watched as he put his arm around Lizzie and they walked out together. She saw red flashing before her eyes. This wasn't supposed to happen. "He was supposed to love me, not her," she thought. In a rush of anger, she followed them.
Gordo was glad Lizzie had let them drive her home. He didn't notice the car that had followed him from the movies.
Lizzie got out of the car, still confused but slightly forgiving Gordo. She said good night and went inside. She changed and went to sleep, tired from the night's events.
Miranda crept up to the window the light had just gone out of. She found it unlocked and raised it up. She went inside and stood next to the bed. She looked down at the face that had ruined everything. The face Gordo hadloved so much. In a rage, Miranda lifted up the knife in her hand and brought it down to Lizzie's chest. Over and over. When Miranda was done she smiled. He'd love her now. She knew he would.