Lizzie McGuire sunshine hair over her shoulders as she walked quickly towards her car. Irritatedly, she pulled at the strap of her backpack, glancing behind her to make sure her one of her best friends, David "Gordo" Gordon, was following close.
"What's the hurry? The day is almost over," he called, quickening his slow pace.
"No, this day can not get over quick enough," she replied, staring at her black Honda Civic. Something didn't look quiet right. A sick feeling rising in her stomach, she walked even faster towards the car. The front left side seemed to be drastically lower than the rest of the car. She jogged to her car and walked around, a curse escaped her lips when she saw the tire was completely flat. "Just great," she snapped, flinging her backpack to the ground.
Gordo ran a hand though his curly raven hair as he tilted his head. "You got a doughnut?"
"What?"
"Spare tire," he answered. "In your trunk."
Lizzie realized what he was talking about and shrugged. Pulling her keys out of her pocket, she quickly released the trunk. Gordo hummed a song as he pulled out the tire and a jack.
"You know, it figures this would happen. As if today hasn't been awful enough," she muttered, grabbing a piece that connected to the jack. She had vowed to force it from her mind, but now the early events came flooding back.
The morning had been normal, so had her first class. Second bell was when the announcement of the candidates for the Winter Festival were announced. Somehow, she'd been nominated and was now a candidate for the Winter Princess, the pleasant news was shattered by her fellow candidate, Kate Sanders, sneer that Lizzie had little more than a snowball's chance in San Francisco of winning the contest. Her morning managed to still go well until right after lunch. That's when she'd seen him. She had been trying to get into her locker and talking to her other best friend, Miranda Sanchez, when someone behind the pretty Hispanic girl caught Lizzie's attention.
The walk, the blonde spiky hair, the baggy clothes, it wasn't possible, he couldn't be here, at Hillridge, but as if to prove her wrong, he looked up and smiled at her.
Lizzie let out a irritate groan and shoved her books into her locker. Miranda jumped at the sudden movement then stared bewildered at her friend.

"Lizzie," the soft, slightly deep voice drawled.
"Ronnie," she snapped icily, a quick bob of her head to assert her mood.
"What's up?" he asked, a smile toying at the edges of his mouth.
"What are you doing here?"
"I go to school here now." She met his gaze with a harsh stare. What did he want? A cheer? Her to be excited? His smile finally faltered, and he glanced down at his feet then up at her through his eyelashes. "Not happy to see me?"
"I've got to get to class," she snipped, slamming her locker shut and pulling Miranda with her.
"What was that all about?" Miranda asked, bewildered.
"Didn't you recognize him?"
"Well, he looked kind of like that guy-"
"Ronnie? Yeah that was him."
Miranda slowed down here pace, a look of disbelief crossing her face. "You're still mad at him?"
"Still mad at him? I can't stand him, Miranda!"
Her friend's face softened. "Lizzie, it was back in like eighth grade, we're seniors now."
"I don't care if we've graduate college. What he did was wrong, I was really upset, I really liked him, and I don't want him here. He doesn't belong in Hillridge."
The pair had made their way into the Chemistry lab and Lizzie flung her books onto the desk and buried her head in her arms.
"What's wrong, Lizzie?" her lab partner, Larry Tudgeman asked, sitting down next to her bringing the supplies of the day's experiment with him.
"Nothing," she groaned, sitting up and looking wincingly at the things in the tray.
"So, congratulations on the nomination," he nodded.
Lizzie forced a smiled and she rested her head against her hand. "Thanks."
"Why don't I take you out on Friday night?"
Lizzie let out a frustrated moan, this honestly was not something she felt like dealing with right now. "Look, Larry, you're a great lab partner and everything, but I just can't, no, I won't go out with you. I did that once, okay, and it didn't work. It's not going to work now."
Now, as she leaned back against the side of her jacked up car and watched Gordo pull off the flat tire, her mind going over the days events. Being crowned at the Festival would be nice, but Kate couldn't have put her chances any plainer, Larry was a great lab partner, just had really bad timing, and wasn't really her type. The she rolled her eyes, Ronnie, here at Hillridge. He'd even found the nerve to walk up to her and just try to strike a conversation with her, as if she'd be happy to talk to him. She hoped that she'd gotten the message across and she would cross his path very few times during her final year at Hillridge.
Gordo wiped a band of sweat away as he rolled away the tire. He looked up at her, then wordlessly pulled back a flap of the black rubber. She saw it, a perfect long even cut, about eight inches long, made with a very sharp knife.
A gasp escaped her throat.
"Looks like you managed to piss someone off today," Gordo stated, rolling the slashed tire away from him. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* If you like, REVIEW! Come on, you know you want to!