Chapter 7: Or So We Thought
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I left you at a cliffhanger last because I depise you all. Just kidding! Well, Roxy begins to become very uneasy and Lizzie begins to grow more suspicious. What'll happen? I know the whole story, but you don't! Hahaha. So at least read this chapter to find out some more! Love you all! :)
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Lizzie couldn't drop the feeling that something was weird whenever she talked to Roxy lately. After her reassuring phone conversation, Lizzie actually grew more worried. Like there was a knot in her stomach that kept telling her that she wasn't good enough for Gordo. So, she called up her boyfriend in hope of some assurance.
"Hello?"
"Hey Gordo." Lizzie was very aware of how dry her voice had become. It was as if the person on the phone wasn't her at all.
"Lizzie! I missed talking to you. What's up?" Lizzie grinned. Already it was feeling good to talk to him. But suddenly, Gordo broke away.
"I am so sorry Lizzie, but I gotta run now. My mom wants me to run some errands with her. Talk to you later!" There was a click, and then the dreaded silence. Lizzie stared at the phone. Gordo's mother never got home until after 6 on weeknights. Lizzie checked the clock. It was 4:04. Something inside told her that things were getting very fishy. She picked up her address book and stared at the number. Claire Miller.
(AN--NO NO NO! No matter how much I think about it, Gordo would not do that to me. NEVER!)
With confidence, Lizzie placed the book down on her bed and walked out of her room.
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"Lizzie. Hello there." Claire purred in History the next morning. Lizzie kept repeating her phrase that Ethan mentioned over and over and over. Claire slipped Lizzie a note that squeezed all of the air out of Lizzie's lungs. It read:
She was over there again last night at around 4 or so. Hope you had a talk with your boyfriend.
Lizzie crumpled the note, but her lungs were crumpled as well, along with her heart.
"Lizzie, is something wrong?" Miranda asked during lunch. Her and Larry had been going out since the beginning of the school year and now both Larry and Lizzie had actually become friends. Lizzie picked up her sandwich but couldn't eat. Everything that Claire said wanted to make her go into the girls' room and puke.
Gordo and Roxy were both gone from the table to go do some extra credit. At the beginning of lucnch they seemed so intent on each other. But maybe that was just Lizzie's imagination playing, toying with her. Or maybe it was Claire, toying with her. Like a cat plays with a mouse. And Lizzie was Claire's mouse.
"Nothing's wrong. I gotta go," Lizzie replied rushed. Larry and Miranda exchanged worried glances but kept their mouths closed. It was sometimes best to work things out without saying anything.
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Roxy slammed the screen door shut to her back yard and pulled the sliding glass door open. She got inside just in time to pick up the phone that was ringing.
"Hey Roxy, it's me." Roxy smiled and put down her backpack, scanning the fridge for something to eat.
"So, you still want to meet over at your house today?"
"Naw, actually, would you mind meeting me at the mall today?" Roxy took a bite of her cookie and managed a reply.
"Sure. I'll be there at around 5 or so. That okay?"
"Yup. See you then Rox!" Roxy put down the phone, just to pick it up again.
"Hello," she answered. Lizzie's voice rung on the other line.
"Hey Roxy, I was wondering if you wanted to come over tonight to help me with Geometry. It is so boring!..." Roxy cut in.
"Sorry. Can't. You know. The whole family thing..." Lizzie seemed still cheerful.
"Oh, okay. I understand. Well, see you at school then!" Roxy hung up and raised her eyebrows, but just rushed upstairs to get her things together.
Lizzie slammed the phone on her bed and shook her head over and over again. No, it was not true what Claire had said. So not true, she mumbled in her head as she began her homework.
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She finally cracked, like a piece of ancient pottery on the floor of a museum. Lizzie picked up the phone the Friday before Christmas break and dialed Claire Miller's number.
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Ooh. She finally caved in. What will happen when Lizzie does talk to Claire? Well, I will try to get you there as soon as I can write it down. In the meantime, let me know what you thought of this chapter. It's a little short, but it'll be worth it in the next couple of chapters!
xoxoxo
LadeeBear
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I left you at a cliffhanger last because I depise you all. Just kidding! Well, Roxy begins to become very uneasy and Lizzie begins to grow more suspicious. What'll happen? I know the whole story, but you don't! Hahaha. So at least read this chapter to find out some more! Love you all! :)
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Lizzie couldn't drop the feeling that something was weird whenever she talked to Roxy lately. After her reassuring phone conversation, Lizzie actually grew more worried. Like there was a knot in her stomach that kept telling her that she wasn't good enough for Gordo. So, she called up her boyfriend in hope of some assurance.
"Hello?"
"Hey Gordo." Lizzie was very aware of how dry her voice had become. It was as if the person on the phone wasn't her at all.
"Lizzie! I missed talking to you. What's up?" Lizzie grinned. Already it was feeling good to talk to him. But suddenly, Gordo broke away.
"I am so sorry Lizzie, but I gotta run now. My mom wants me to run some errands with her. Talk to you later!" There was a click, and then the dreaded silence. Lizzie stared at the phone. Gordo's mother never got home until after 6 on weeknights. Lizzie checked the clock. It was 4:04. Something inside told her that things were getting very fishy. She picked up her address book and stared at the number. Claire Miller.
(AN--NO NO NO! No matter how much I think about it, Gordo would not do that to me. NEVER!)
With confidence, Lizzie placed the book down on her bed and walked out of her room.
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"Lizzie. Hello there." Claire purred in History the next morning. Lizzie kept repeating her phrase that Ethan mentioned over and over and over. Claire slipped Lizzie a note that squeezed all of the air out of Lizzie's lungs. It read:
She was over there again last night at around 4 or so. Hope you had a talk with your boyfriend.
Lizzie crumpled the note, but her lungs were crumpled as well, along with her heart.
"Lizzie, is something wrong?" Miranda asked during lunch. Her and Larry had been going out since the beginning of the school year and now both Larry and Lizzie had actually become friends. Lizzie picked up her sandwich but couldn't eat. Everything that Claire said wanted to make her go into the girls' room and puke.
Gordo and Roxy were both gone from the table to go do some extra credit. At the beginning of lucnch they seemed so intent on each other. But maybe that was just Lizzie's imagination playing, toying with her. Or maybe it was Claire, toying with her. Like a cat plays with a mouse. And Lizzie was Claire's mouse.
"Nothing's wrong. I gotta go," Lizzie replied rushed. Larry and Miranda exchanged worried glances but kept their mouths closed. It was sometimes best to work things out without saying anything.
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Roxy slammed the screen door shut to her back yard and pulled the sliding glass door open. She got inside just in time to pick up the phone that was ringing.
"Hey Roxy, it's me." Roxy smiled and put down her backpack, scanning the fridge for something to eat.
"So, you still want to meet over at your house today?"
"Naw, actually, would you mind meeting me at the mall today?" Roxy took a bite of her cookie and managed a reply.
"Sure. I'll be there at around 5 or so. That okay?"
"Yup. See you then Rox!" Roxy put down the phone, just to pick it up again.
"Hello," she answered. Lizzie's voice rung on the other line.
"Hey Roxy, I was wondering if you wanted to come over tonight to help me with Geometry. It is so boring!..." Roxy cut in.
"Sorry. Can't. You know. The whole family thing..." Lizzie seemed still cheerful.
"Oh, okay. I understand. Well, see you at school then!" Roxy hung up and raised her eyebrows, but just rushed upstairs to get her things together.
Lizzie slammed the phone on her bed and shook her head over and over again. No, it was not true what Claire had said. So not true, she mumbled in her head as she began her homework.
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She finally cracked, like a piece of ancient pottery on the floor of a museum. Lizzie picked up the phone the Friday before Christmas break and dialed Claire Miller's number.
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Ooh. She finally caved in. What will happen when Lizzie does talk to Claire? Well, I will try to get you there as soon as I can write it down. In the meantime, let me know what you thought of this chapter. It's a little short, but it'll be worth it in the next couple of chapters!
xoxoxo
LadeeBear
