I sat waiting for Lizzie in the cafeteria of our school. Where is that girl? I sat nervously playing with the straps of my backpack. I had my last final of the year next, and I had to get at least a 98 on it, if I wanted to get at least a B in the class.
I looked at my watch. Lizzie said that she would meet me ten minutes ago. Seriously, she has a problem with punctuality.
To make the most of my time, I pulled out my American History book, trying to get a minutes of studying in, before my test.
"You're Loozie's boyfriend, aren't you?" a familiar voice asked me.
I looked up from my book to find the head cheerleader and the most popular girl of the school, Kate Saunders, standing there in front of me.
"You mean Lizzie?" I replied.
"Same difference. Anyways, what is a guy like you doing with a girl like her?" she said, with a slight flirty tone to her voice.
What was she doing?
She sat down in the seat right next to mine, and scooted it towards me.
"Maybe you should set your standards a little higher."
She lowered her voice to a whisper.
"Maybe cheerleaders would suit you a little better."
Oh god...she was a cheerleader. A hot girl was flirting with me, and I had a girlfriend already. What awful timing.
"You have the most beautiful eyes," she said, leaning in towards me.
I don't know what came over me, but the next thing that I knew I was making out with the head cheerleader. And I was enjoying it.
And of course, my bad timing came into play, and Lizzie walked in.
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"What do think you are doing?"
The passionate couple broke apart, and Lizzie finally saw the face of who her boyfriend was making out with.
"You again!" she exclaimed angrily. "Do you enjoy stealing my boyfriends." "I hate you, both of you."
"Liz...I did not mean to..."
"Don't call me Liz."
Lizzie was on the verge of tears when Gordo walked up.
"What is the matter, Lizzie?" he asked his friend.
"Don't talk to me, Gordo."
Lizzie was bawling by now, and her mascara was running down her cheeks. She glared at Jeremy and Kate one more time, and ran to the library.
Gordo shot a glare at Jeremy.
"I told you not to break her heart."
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I walked into the library to find Lizzie with her head in her arms, crying.
"What do you want?"
"Are you okay?"
"First Ethan, then Jeremy. What is wrong with me?"
"Nothing...you're perfect."
She looked at me with inquisitive eyes.
"I mean...it's not your fault...there is something wrong with everyone else."
"Thanks."
We sat in awkward silence for a second.
"Have I ever told you about when I went to Rome?"
What was she talking about?
"Why? What happened?"
She twirled her hair around her finger.
"It's a long story."
"We've got time."
"It was the summer after eighth grade. Anyways, I was mistaken for an Italian pop star. I even had the chance to be on the IVMAs."
"Did you turn it down?"
"No...actually I got caught sneaking out, and was put on a plane back home. After that, is when Ethan and I started to date."
"Oh, really."
"Yeah. You wanna know the funny part?"
"Okay."
"Well, when we were there, of course I had to throw a coin in the Trevi fountain. I wished for adventure then, but later I read the legend of the Trevi fountain. It said that if you throw a coin in there, you will return, fall in love, and return with your love."
"Uh huh."
"And last summer, my family and I went back on vacation, and I thought...that maybe...Jeremy was my one true love...and we would return together."
I raised my eyebrows.
"I know...I am such a dork."
"No you are not...you had good reason."
She smiled and giggled.
"Write a letter," I suggested.
"What will that do?"
"Vent your frustration out in a letter...write it to Kate, and tell her how you feel. And then destroy it."
She smiled through her tears, pulled out a pen and a piece of paper, and started to write. Lizzie scribbled something quickly on a piece of paper, and handed it to me.
It read:
KATE
I HATE YOUR STINKING GUTS. YOU MAKE ME VOMIT. YOU ARE THE SCUM BETWEEN MY TOES.
"How is that for a start?"
"Little Rascals...classic, however I don't think that would go over too well."
We both laughed, and she crumbled the note up and threw it into her backpack.
"Thanks, I feel a little better now, Gordo. My day was still crud."
"Hey, think of one good thing that happened today."
"Well....I did make the Hillridge High-steppers."
"That's great, Lizzie!"
We both hugged, and I inhaled the scent of her mango-papaya body wash. It entranced, and I almost did not want to let go. But, for the sake of not being a creep, I did.
"You're a good kid, Elizabeth Brooke Mcguire," I said, as we pulled apart.
A slight grin escaped through her lips.
"Thanks David...wait what is your middle name?"
"Zephyr."
"David Zephyr Gordon, I like it. Well...have a good summer."
"I'll see you around."
She gathered up her stuff, and stood up.
"You are a really great friend, Gordo. I mean it."
And with that, she left, and I was not to see her again until after the summer.
I looked at my watch. Lizzie said that she would meet me ten minutes ago. Seriously, she has a problem with punctuality.
To make the most of my time, I pulled out my American History book, trying to get a minutes of studying in, before my test.
"You're Loozie's boyfriend, aren't you?" a familiar voice asked me.
I looked up from my book to find the head cheerleader and the most popular girl of the school, Kate Saunders, standing there in front of me.
"You mean Lizzie?" I replied.
"Same difference. Anyways, what is a guy like you doing with a girl like her?" she said, with a slight flirty tone to her voice.
What was she doing?
She sat down in the seat right next to mine, and scooted it towards me.
"Maybe you should set your standards a little higher."
She lowered her voice to a whisper.
"Maybe cheerleaders would suit you a little better."
Oh god...she was a cheerleader. A hot girl was flirting with me, and I had a girlfriend already. What awful timing.
"You have the most beautiful eyes," she said, leaning in towards me.
I don't know what came over me, but the next thing that I knew I was making out with the head cheerleader. And I was enjoying it.
And of course, my bad timing came into play, and Lizzie walked in.
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"What do think you are doing?"
The passionate couple broke apart, and Lizzie finally saw the face of who her boyfriend was making out with.
"You again!" she exclaimed angrily. "Do you enjoy stealing my boyfriends." "I hate you, both of you."
"Liz...I did not mean to..."
"Don't call me Liz."
Lizzie was on the verge of tears when Gordo walked up.
"What is the matter, Lizzie?" he asked his friend.
"Don't talk to me, Gordo."
Lizzie was bawling by now, and her mascara was running down her cheeks. She glared at Jeremy and Kate one more time, and ran to the library.
Gordo shot a glare at Jeremy.
"I told you not to break her heart."
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I walked into the library to find Lizzie with her head in her arms, crying.
"What do you want?"
"Are you okay?"
"First Ethan, then Jeremy. What is wrong with me?"
"Nothing...you're perfect."
She looked at me with inquisitive eyes.
"I mean...it's not your fault...there is something wrong with everyone else."
"Thanks."
We sat in awkward silence for a second.
"Have I ever told you about when I went to Rome?"
What was she talking about?
"Why? What happened?"
She twirled her hair around her finger.
"It's a long story."
"We've got time."
"It was the summer after eighth grade. Anyways, I was mistaken for an Italian pop star. I even had the chance to be on the IVMAs."
"Did you turn it down?"
"No...actually I got caught sneaking out, and was put on a plane back home. After that, is when Ethan and I started to date."
"Oh, really."
"Yeah. You wanna know the funny part?"
"Okay."
"Well, when we were there, of course I had to throw a coin in the Trevi fountain. I wished for adventure then, but later I read the legend of the Trevi fountain. It said that if you throw a coin in there, you will return, fall in love, and return with your love."
"Uh huh."
"And last summer, my family and I went back on vacation, and I thought...that maybe...Jeremy was my one true love...and we would return together."
I raised my eyebrows.
"I know...I am such a dork."
"No you are not...you had good reason."
She smiled and giggled.
"Write a letter," I suggested.
"What will that do?"
"Vent your frustration out in a letter...write it to Kate, and tell her how you feel. And then destroy it."
She smiled through her tears, pulled out a pen and a piece of paper, and started to write. Lizzie scribbled something quickly on a piece of paper, and handed it to me.
It read:
KATE
I HATE YOUR STINKING GUTS. YOU MAKE ME VOMIT. YOU ARE THE SCUM BETWEEN MY TOES.
"How is that for a start?"
"Little Rascals...classic, however I don't think that would go over too well."
We both laughed, and she crumbled the note up and threw it into her backpack.
"Thanks, I feel a little better now, Gordo. My day was still crud."
"Hey, think of one good thing that happened today."
"Well....I did make the Hillridge High-steppers."
"That's great, Lizzie!"
We both hugged, and I inhaled the scent of her mango-papaya body wash. It entranced, and I almost did not want to let go. But, for the sake of not being a creep, I did.
"You're a good kid, Elizabeth Brooke Mcguire," I said, as we pulled apart.
A slight grin escaped through her lips.
"Thanks David...wait what is your middle name?"
"Zephyr."
"David Zephyr Gordon, I like it. Well...have a good summer."
"I'll see you around."
She gathered up her stuff, and stood up.
"You are a really great friend, Gordo. I mean it."
And with that, she left, and I was not to see her again until after the summer.