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you guys like what you're reading! Woo! And somehow, Gordo always does seem
to be the one who gets picked on. . . poor guy. . . he handles it well
though. . .
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Miranda stood protectively on one side of Gordo, holding his books. Lizzie was on there other. They made their way down the crowded hallways.
"Girls, I promise, I'll be all right," he assured them. "I practiced on these crutches last night. And it's not like it's broke, if I fall, I'll just use both legs."
"You're not supposed to put weight on your ankle," Lizzie warned.
"Oh, Lizzie, look, how cute," Kate's superior voice came. "Your date will be able to dance exactly like you do."
"Kate, why don't you go crawl back in the hole you came out of," Miranda snapped, trying to push around the girl, but Andie stood in her way.
Gordo rolled his eyes. "Kate, go find Ethan a brain okay? I need to get to class and they've got my books."
Andie let out a guffaw as she sharply hit the books out of Miranda's hand.
"You little b-" Miranda began, stepping forward.
"Andie," Kate barked with a flick of her wrist.
"Trouble controlling the clone?" Lizzie asked.
Kate rolled her eyes and stepped around. Andie quickly follow, kicking the books back towards Miranda as she went.
"I'm going to hit her one day," she stated, bending over to pick up the books.
"You'll have to wait in line," Lizzie replied as they went into their English class.
Miranda couldn't concentrate on the teacher, either she was getting a really bad case of senior-itis, or everything with Lizzie was freaking her out a lot more than she was wanting to admit. She glanced at Gordo out of the corner of her eye. If only he knew who it was. But she really couldn't blame him. After all, he had gotten beaten up and the person had been wearing a mask.
Giving up on getting anything out of her English class, she flipped open a notebook then wrote Ronnie's name. She didn't know much about him, just what Lizzie had told her and that hadn't been from a positive point of view. Did he have the physical capability to beat up Gordo?
Sighing, she wrote down the key points, he was angry, he wanted Lizzie back, and he'd been at her house last night and knew she would be walking.
Then she wrote down Kate's name, then directly under it, Andie's name. Kate's biggest competition for the crown was Lizzie, and Andie would do absolutely anything Kate said without a question. But Andie wasn't a guy. As much as the idea would be amusing, to discover the girl was a guy, that had been the key factor Gordo had been sure about. The attacker had been male.
Sighing, Miranda looked around the room. The desks were arranged in a circle, so it was easy to look around and see everyone. It was creepy to think that all these people she saw for five consecutive days, she knew absolutely nothing about. Any one of them could be hiding obsessive qualities and freakish habits of slashing people's tires.
Veruca, Ethan, Claire, Jeremy, José, Brooke, Larry, Margaret, Parker and Thomas, all people she'd known since she'd been in school.
Miranda suddenly jerked her head back up and started at Ethan, he had a black eye, and a scratch on his cheek.
Her eyes shot back down to the list. Kate! Kate could have convinced Ethan to do it!
"Oh, oh, oh," Miranda exclaimed in her moment of revolution.
The teacher looked up at her and raised his eyebrows. "Problem, Ms. Sanchez?"
Remembering where she was, Miranda forced a smile to her lips as she shook her head. "My foot went to sleep," she lied.
The teacher accepted this and went on with the lesson. Lizzie caught her eyes and made a gesture, trying to figure out what had really happened.
With wide eyes, Miranda pointed first to Gordo then to Ethan. Lizzie stared at her as though she'd lost her mind. She pointed to her own head, telling Miranda she didn't think Ethan had the mental capabilities to attack Gordo.
The pair didn't get the chance to talk again until after lunch and on their way to Chemistry.
"Miranda, Ethan isn't smart enough to wait outside my house until we get back. He'd probably hit him and the tell him he's sorry," Lizzie explained.
"But Kate could have put him up to it, and you know, she could be persuasive if she wanted to," Miranda argued. "And besides, how else would Ethan get a black eye?"
Lizzie sighed. Miranda had a point. She shrugged and sat down at the table.
Larry arrived as he always did, bringing with him the needed equipment for the lab.
"Have I ever told you, you're a great partner," Lizzie asked, leaning her head against her hand.
"Yeah, well, what can I say?" he smiled.
"If it wasn't for you, I'd probably have a very low grade."
"I'm one of a kind that's for sure."
Lizzie nodded, then sent him a teasing look. "It could be worse, I could have had Ethan." Larry made a face as he looked over. Lizzie noticed a scrape across his forehead. "What happened?"
Larry looked at her curiously for a moment until he realized what she was staring at. Then he let out a laugh as he patted down his bangs to cover the mark. "Have you seen Ethan today?"
Lizzie nodded. "Looks like he got into a fight."
"Yeah," Larry nodded. Lizzie felt her heart leap. Had Ethan said something about fighting someone? "With the basketball court."
"Huh?"
"I was walking home and he was practicing and, well, Ethan, untied shoe, and a basketball, is all I'm going to say."
Lizzie winced. "Ouch."
"Luckily, he didn't manage to damage my beautiful face," Larry explained, pulling his goggles over his eyes.
Lizzie shot him a disbelieving look, then laughed and shook her head. They were back at square one.
Miranda stood protectively on one side of Gordo, holding his books. Lizzie was on there other. They made their way down the crowded hallways.
"Girls, I promise, I'll be all right," he assured them. "I practiced on these crutches last night. And it's not like it's broke, if I fall, I'll just use both legs."
"You're not supposed to put weight on your ankle," Lizzie warned.
"Oh, Lizzie, look, how cute," Kate's superior voice came. "Your date will be able to dance exactly like you do."
"Kate, why don't you go crawl back in the hole you came out of," Miranda snapped, trying to push around the girl, but Andie stood in her way.
Gordo rolled his eyes. "Kate, go find Ethan a brain okay? I need to get to class and they've got my books."
Andie let out a guffaw as she sharply hit the books out of Miranda's hand.
"You little b-" Miranda began, stepping forward.
"Andie," Kate barked with a flick of her wrist.
"Trouble controlling the clone?" Lizzie asked.
Kate rolled her eyes and stepped around. Andie quickly follow, kicking the books back towards Miranda as she went.
"I'm going to hit her one day," she stated, bending over to pick up the books.
"You'll have to wait in line," Lizzie replied as they went into their English class.
Miranda couldn't concentrate on the teacher, either she was getting a really bad case of senior-itis, or everything with Lizzie was freaking her out a lot more than she was wanting to admit. She glanced at Gordo out of the corner of her eye. If only he knew who it was. But she really couldn't blame him. After all, he had gotten beaten up and the person had been wearing a mask.
Giving up on getting anything out of her English class, she flipped open a notebook then wrote Ronnie's name. She didn't know much about him, just what Lizzie had told her and that hadn't been from a positive point of view. Did he have the physical capability to beat up Gordo?
Sighing, she wrote down the key points, he was angry, he wanted Lizzie back, and he'd been at her house last night and knew she would be walking.
Then she wrote down Kate's name, then directly under it, Andie's name. Kate's biggest competition for the crown was Lizzie, and Andie would do absolutely anything Kate said without a question. But Andie wasn't a guy. As much as the idea would be amusing, to discover the girl was a guy, that had been the key factor Gordo had been sure about. The attacker had been male.
Sighing, Miranda looked around the room. The desks were arranged in a circle, so it was easy to look around and see everyone. It was creepy to think that all these people she saw for five consecutive days, she knew absolutely nothing about. Any one of them could be hiding obsessive qualities and freakish habits of slashing people's tires.
Veruca, Ethan, Claire, Jeremy, José, Brooke, Larry, Margaret, Parker and Thomas, all people she'd known since she'd been in school.
Miranda suddenly jerked her head back up and started at Ethan, he had a black eye, and a scratch on his cheek.
Her eyes shot back down to the list. Kate! Kate could have convinced Ethan to do it!
"Oh, oh, oh," Miranda exclaimed in her moment of revolution.
The teacher looked up at her and raised his eyebrows. "Problem, Ms. Sanchez?"
Remembering where she was, Miranda forced a smile to her lips as she shook her head. "My foot went to sleep," she lied.
The teacher accepted this and went on with the lesson. Lizzie caught her eyes and made a gesture, trying to figure out what had really happened.
With wide eyes, Miranda pointed first to Gordo then to Ethan. Lizzie stared at her as though she'd lost her mind. She pointed to her own head, telling Miranda she didn't think Ethan had the mental capabilities to attack Gordo.
The pair didn't get the chance to talk again until after lunch and on their way to Chemistry.
"Miranda, Ethan isn't smart enough to wait outside my house until we get back. He'd probably hit him and the tell him he's sorry," Lizzie explained.
"But Kate could have put him up to it, and you know, she could be persuasive if she wanted to," Miranda argued. "And besides, how else would Ethan get a black eye?"
Lizzie sighed. Miranda had a point. She shrugged and sat down at the table.
Larry arrived as he always did, bringing with him the needed equipment for the lab.
"Have I ever told you, you're a great partner," Lizzie asked, leaning her head against her hand.
"Yeah, well, what can I say?" he smiled.
"If it wasn't for you, I'd probably have a very low grade."
"I'm one of a kind that's for sure."
Lizzie nodded, then sent him a teasing look. "It could be worse, I could have had Ethan." Larry made a face as he looked over. Lizzie noticed a scrape across his forehead. "What happened?"
Larry looked at her curiously for a moment until he realized what she was staring at. Then he let out a laugh as he patted down his bangs to cover the mark. "Have you seen Ethan today?"
Lizzie nodded. "Looks like he got into a fight."
"Yeah," Larry nodded. Lizzie felt her heart leap. Had Ethan said something about fighting someone? "With the basketball court."
"Huh?"
"I was walking home and he was practicing and, well, Ethan, untied shoe, and a basketball, is all I'm going to say."
Lizzie winced. "Ouch."
"Luckily, he didn't manage to damage my beautiful face," Larry explained, pulling his goggles over his eyes.
Lizzie shot him a disbelieving look, then laughed and shook her head. They were back at square one.
