AN: Sorry it took over a month to get this chapter out. I have been so
busy, but since my only class yesterday got out at 9:20am, and I did not
have another class until 12:30 pm today, I decided to work on this. Thank
you for all your reviews, it seems like everyone wants Lizzie and Gordo (or
David as I call him) to get together, so I might do that (I have a tendency
to be evil, I will just make you wait and see if I will be evil and not get
the two together LOL) Also I am really sorry for my bad choice of names,
I did not realize that I was going to have two David's as main characters,
the one I had Lizzie start calling Dave was only suppose to be a nobody.
Chapter 7: Rearranged
"YOU WENT OUT WITH DAVID?" Miranda exclaimed in disbelief.
Lizzie had returned home from rehearsal to late to call Miranda and tell her the events of the previous night. The two had spent the morning telling each other the events of their night. For most of the bus ride Lizzie sat through Miranda's rambling about her study session with Larry. It was not until they reached the school, that Lizzie was able to tell her story.
Lizzie threw her books into her now messy locker. "I didn't go out with him," she replied angrily. "Besides, he has a girlfriend." Her voice lowered when she said this. "She and Wes met us at McDonalds."
"Lizzie, you can't go out with him!" Miranda started lecturing Lizzie despite Lizzie's previous remark.
Lizzie pulled her English book out of her locker before slamming it shut. "Miranda, I told you, I am not going out with Dave." Lizzie was becoming very annoyed with Miranda, which had become a usual occurrence, but calmed down as she continued. "And why would that be such a bad thing?" she asked leaning her back up against her locker.
"Dave?" Miranda questioned Lizzie.
"Yes Dave, I don't like the name David," Lizzie replied. "Now back to my question. Why would me dating Dave be such a bad thing?"
"Ok, Gordo is now David, and David is now Dave. It's like a bad story or something." Miranda was completely ignoring Lizzie.
Lizzie rolled her eyes, before turning her head and staring at Miranda.
Miranda was about to confess, but was interrupted by a familiar sound. She was happy to hear it, not because it had just bought her a few seconds before she would be again forced to answer Lizzie's question, but because it was natural for her to like hearing his voice, but that quickly changed.
"I just wish that they still killed people who gave bad performances in the Coliseum. If they did, there would be one less dumb blond around."
Miranda and Lizzie watched David and his new senior friends walk by. Once they left Miranda wondered if Lizzie ever got excited about hearing David's voice like she just did. "Ok this has gone far enough," Miranda said as she turned to Lizzie. Although David's comment was not directed at her, it was clear by her tone that she was annoyed. "We have to do something, an intervention."
Lizzie turned her head away from the passing crowd to answer Miranda. "No Miranda," she practically shouted before calming her self down, "he is purposely trying to annoy us like Kate used to do. Confronting him is exactly what he wants us to do."
"I was never that bad, was I?" Kate had slipped beside the girls unnoticed.
"Loser, loser, Lizzie, loser." Lizzie faked a smile as she imitated Kate's cheer.
Kate's head lowered slightly in shame. "Sorry," she said softly.
"Whatever," Lizzie muttered.
"Lizzie, looking especially richous today."
Lizzie, Miranda, and Kate turned towards Ethan, who moved his head up and down as he checked out every part of Lizzie's body.
Kate slapped Ethan's stomach with the pack of her hand. "Ah hello, girlfriend!" She finished the comment by pointing her finger at her face.
A confused look befell Ethan's face. "But babe, I thought we were supposed to say nice things to Lizzie. You know, to get her out of that bad mood and stuff."
"Come on, we're leaving," Kate demanded. She grabbed Ethan's arm and started walking down the hall, pulling Ethan behind her.
"That settles it, my life is over," Lizzie stated as she crossed her arms.
Miranda took this as her cue, and gave Lizzie a hug. Lizzie, however, did not return the hug, but just stood there with her arms crossed. "It's ok," Miranda whispered into Lizzie ear. Slowly letting go she continued, "Your performance rocked." A smile grew on Miranda's face, which caused a similar one to appear on Lizzie's.
Sensing that Lizzie would be ok for a few minutes, Miranda announced her departure. "I'm outtie. I've got to drop off my violin before English. See you there."
"Bye," Lizzie replied as Miranda turned and walked away.
Lizzie started walking thought the halls of Hillridge High School. Since the beginning of school she had been able to adapt to the crowded environment of the halls. Weaving through small spaces between the huddled masses, her trip was interrupted by a virtual brick wall.
Miss Ungermeyer stepped into Lizzie's path. "Miss McGuire, I have been wanting to talk to you."
Lizzie took a step back increasing the short distance that remained between the two. Her new bad mood was quickly repressed, as she knew that being rude to a principal would be suicide, especially this principal.
"Yes Miss Ungermeyer," she shyly replied.
"I was wondering if you had talked to Mr. Gordon about those elevator passes?" Miss Ungermeyer placed her hands on her hips as she asked the question, giving Lizzie the feeling she was about to be interrogated.
Lizzie did know enough to put a stop to the seniors, but she was not about to tell Miss Ungermeyer. She knew that the seniors retaliation would be more severe than anything Kate would have done if she had ratted her out for breaking the schools statue. "Sorry, I...I ah..." Lizzie was having trouble lying, but forced a smile and spit out the rest of her sentence. "I haven't asked him about that," she lied.
"Great," Lizzie thought to herself, "I finally am starting to act like my normal self, and it is the part of my normal self that can't stand conflict."
"Ah, I see," Miss Ungermeyer said as she started to walk in a large circle around Lizzie. Lizzie just stood where she was as Miss Ungermeyer continued. "I have noticed that he has been spending a large amount of time with a group of seniors. The same seniors that I suspect are behind the attacks on the freshmen class. You would not be lying to me, just to protect your friend, now would you Miss McGuire?" Miss Ungermeyer was has competed her circle, and was now directly in Lizzie's face awaiting her answer.
Lizzie noticed an opening in Miss Ungermeyer's speech and was able to clearly respond without lying. "Gordo and I are not friends anymore. I have not spoken to that jerk in over a month." Lizzie's stomach dropped when she realized that she had just called her former best friend a jerk, although she felt he deserved it.
"Really?" Miss Ungermeyer stepped back and had an expression on her face that told Lizzie that she was surprised to hear the news. "And after all that you two went through in Rome. Well, that's life huh?" Miss Ungermeyer chuckled.
Lizzie felt as if she had just been hit in the stomach by a wrecking ball. "Yea, I guess," she softly replied.
"Well if you hear anything let me know." Miss Ungermeyer started to walk away. "Don't worry I will find out who is behind this. There is nothing that goes on in this school that the Ungermeyer does not know about."
"Yeah, if you knew everything that goes on in this school you would not need to be asking me for information."
"What was that Miss McGuire?" Miss Ungermeyer said sharply.
Lizzie cringed once she realized that she had spoken way to loudly. She turned around and faced Miss Ungermeyer. "Sorry Miss Ungermeyer, I.. Ah...."
"That's what I thought," Miss Ungermeyer said coldly cutting Lizzie off. Feeling that any action against Lizzie was not warranted, Miss Ungermeyer turned around and continued on her way.
"That was close," Lizzie thought to herself. She turned and again headed for her class.
Although she had been interrupted by Miss Ungermeyer, she was still able to make it to her first period with plenty of time to spare. As she waited her thought drifted back to happier times. Back when the three amigos were together. Surprisingly, her thoughts brought happiness not sadness. For the past few weeks this had been a ritual she kept every time she was alone. Before she new it Miranda had entered the room, and Lizzie's thoughts returned to the present.
The day proceeded more or less like Lizzie had expected, just another ordinary day. Lizzie sat and listen to Miranda talk about whatever, occasionally interjecting thoughts of her own Soon it was lunch time, again it was totally predictable. They sat on the floor of the hallway, eating their chicken casserole. Finally lunch ended and the two girls split up.
Lizzie walked onto the black wood floor of the stage and took her seat behind the table. She placed her script in front of her with all intentions of working on her lines before the bell rang. As she sat and mouthed her words she was interrupted.
"May I sit here?"
Lizzie turned around, and was surprised to see Brad standing beside her. He was six foot tall, blue eyes, and perfectly combed blond hair that in Lizzie's eyes made Ethan's hair look as ugly. The best part was that he was a junior, and drove his car to school.
Lizzie hesitated in her reply. Partially because she was overwhelmed at how cute he looked, but mainly she was wondering why he had chosen her. After a few seconds the perfect smile on Brad's face began to fade. This forced Lizzie back to reality. "Oh, yeah, sure." she stuttered.
Brad took sat down and turned to Lizzie. "My name is Brad," he politely said extending his hand to Lizzie.
Lizzie extended her hand and the two shook. "I know," she replied, "I am Lizzie." Lizzie was still confused by his actions and as such showed as little emotion as she could.
"I know," Brad chuckled. Lizzie too laughed, easing the tension between the two.
Lizzie stared at Brad waiting for him to make the next move. As she waited, she soon found herself lost in his gorgeous blue eyes. The look on his face told Lizzie that he was nervous. This realization threw Lizzie's thought into full motion, "Why is he so nervous, he isn't going to ask me out is he? No, he is to good for me," she thought. As thoughts continued to twirl around in her head, Brad finally broke the silence.
"You are a good actress," he said. Lizzie smiled and bit her lip as Brad continued. "I have been watching you during rehearsals, and you have greatly improved. You could maybe get the lead in the next production."
Lizzie felt like she was floating on air. A comment like that could only mean one thing. He was going to ask her out. "Thanks," she said trying not to sound to excited. Lizzie knew that this was what she needed to get over David.
"No problem," Brian replied. "I was wondering if you might want to go out for dinner Next Friday night after the show?"
Lizzie fought back her urge to scream as loud as she could. "I would love to," she said calmly.
The bell rang signaling the beginning of fourth period. Brad got up to leave, but Lizzie stopped him. "But I won't have time to get ready."
Brad continued to get up, "It doesn't matter what you wear, Lizzie McGuire. You already have my attention." And with that he went to his chair and the rehearsal began.
Throughout the rehearsal and her next class, Lizzie could not think of anything but Brad. "How could a boy so cute and charming ever be interested in me?" she thought to herself. Just the thought of it made her happy. For the first time in weeks the smile on her face remained for more that a minute and she walked with an unusual spring in her step. She felt so good.
Once fifth period was over Lizzie hurried back to her locker to pick up her calculator before she ran to tell Miranda the news.
"Dave," she squeaked as she ran into the room. Lizzie flung her arms around her gave him a kiss on the cheek. This surprised everyone in the room, Miranda included, and especially Dave. "It's such a great day, isn't it?" Lizzie smiled as she asked the question.
Lizzie noticed that Dave's face had turned bright red, so she remover her arms from around him. For the first time since she entered the room, Lizzie moved her eyes away from Dave. What she saw shocked her. Half of the chairs had been moved to the side of the room, and the other half had been turned so they faced the side blackboard instead of the front blackboard. "Ah, what's with the desks?" Lizzie asked pointing to the group of desks that had been stacked next to the wall.
"Oh, ah, when we came in all the desks were rearranged so that they were facing the side board. We did not know where to sit, so we decided to move the desks and sit on the floor." Dave replied.
Lizzie looked at him as thought he had completely lost his mind. Sitting on the floor was something she did in kindergarten, not in an advanced high school math class. "You actually think that Mrs. Bell will let us sit on the floor?"
"It's worth a shot." Dave replied. Thanks to Lizzie's grand entrance everybody had stopped working and had been staring at the two. With Dave taking the lead, he and everybody, except Miranda, returned to moving the desks. "If she says no, then we will replace the desks. If she says yes, then we get to sit on the floor. Whatever happens, happens."
The more Lizzie thought about the situation, the more sense it made to her. This class WAS different that any other class. She knew that nobody ever told what happened inside the room. "It would also be nice to be able to lay down and take notes," she thought to herself. "Cool," she said aloud as she walked over to Miranda and picked up a desk.
"What was that?" Miranda was practically shouting at Lizzie with one had on her waist, and the other pointing to Dave.
Lizzie quickly realized that the desk was two heavy for her to pick up and move so she started to push it over to the wall. "What was what?" she asked with a big smile on her face.
Miranda walked over to where Lizzie had just placed her desk so that the two could talk without the entire class hearing. "You, kissed Dave, ON THE CHEEK!" Miranda stuck out her arms, palms up, as if she was presenting Dave.
Lizzie looked over at Dave, and then let out a little giggle. She desperately wanted to tell her best friend what had happened after lunch, but with Miranda going crazy, it was more fun to let her suffer a bit longer.
"And your happy," Miranda continued, "not that its bad, but WHAT IS GOING ON?" Miranda took a second to process everything. It was just so strange that a few hours ago Lizzie was still in her bad mood, and now she was so happy. So happy in fact, that Miranda had only seen her this happy once before, when she meet Ronny. An explosion went off inside Miranda's head as she put her thoughts together. "You are going out with Dave, aren't you? Lizzie, I though we agreed that you could not date him."
Miranda's accusation popped Lizzie's bubble, and sent her emotions crashing back down to earth. "No Miranda," She yelled. Not that dating Dave was a bad thing, she actually thought he was a great guy, but when compared to Brad. "And we didn't agree on anything, Miranda," she continued, "you agreed that I could not date him, and you still have not told me why."
Miranda leaned in so that her words could only be heard by Lizzie. "Because he is a nerd." She stepped back to see Lizzie surprised to hear her say such a thing. "What? Dating Dave would destroy your reputation."
"What reputation," Lizzie coldly replied. "I went on a date with Larry. I am pretty sure that my reputation has already been destroyed."
Miranda flinched when Lizzie said Larry's name. "You like Larry, don't you?" Lizzie asked putting the pieces of the puzzle together.
"What, NO," Miranda shouted as her face cringed in disgust.
"Hay, are you two going to talk or move desks?" Dave kiddingly asked.
Lizzie laughed at Dave's remark, "I don't know about Miranda, but I'm moving desks." She then walked over and began moving another desk.
Miranda soon followed and helped Lizzie carry the desk to the side. "OK, the last time I saw you so happy was when you hooked up with Ronny, now dish."
"His name is Brad," Lizzie quickly answered. "He asked me out before Advanced Drama.
The two placed the desk down, and seeing that there were no more desks to move they proceeded to their spots on the floor. "What's his last name, is he cute, when is the date?" Miranda's questions came so fast that Lizzie did not have time to answer.
"Well I don't know his last name, but he is so cute that I think it might be Pitt." Lizzie and Miranda took a second to giggled and lay down on the floor before Lizzie continued. "And we are going out next Friday."
"Heard Brad asked you out," David said before sitting down next to Eric. "You gotta love pity dates."
"What would you know about dates?" Miranda questioned. "You have only been out on one date in you entire life, and that was like two years ago."
"This coming from Rebou...." David's words trailed off.
Lizzie took the opportunity to take her own stab at their former best friend. "Ah, what was that David?"
"Really bad shoes," David quickly replied covering his previous statement. "This coming from a girl with really bad shoes." Realizing how stupid he sounded, David turned around.
"Right," Lizzie said before breaking up into laughter.
The other students in the class quickly began laughing with Lizzie. Although Miranda was laughing, it was only to hide her real feelings of being scared, relived, and confused. She was scared of the fact that David still had some dirt on her that could destroy her, and not to mention her relationship with Lizzie. She was relived that he did not let it out, and confused as to why he did not do so, but instead chose embarrass himself.
Chapter 7: Rearranged
"YOU WENT OUT WITH DAVID?" Miranda exclaimed in disbelief.
Lizzie had returned home from rehearsal to late to call Miranda and tell her the events of the previous night. The two had spent the morning telling each other the events of their night. For most of the bus ride Lizzie sat through Miranda's rambling about her study session with Larry. It was not until they reached the school, that Lizzie was able to tell her story.
Lizzie threw her books into her now messy locker. "I didn't go out with him," she replied angrily. "Besides, he has a girlfriend." Her voice lowered when she said this. "She and Wes met us at McDonalds."
"Lizzie, you can't go out with him!" Miranda started lecturing Lizzie despite Lizzie's previous remark.
Lizzie pulled her English book out of her locker before slamming it shut. "Miranda, I told you, I am not going out with Dave." Lizzie was becoming very annoyed with Miranda, which had become a usual occurrence, but calmed down as she continued. "And why would that be such a bad thing?" she asked leaning her back up against her locker.
"Dave?" Miranda questioned Lizzie.
"Yes Dave, I don't like the name David," Lizzie replied. "Now back to my question. Why would me dating Dave be such a bad thing?"
"Ok, Gordo is now David, and David is now Dave. It's like a bad story or something." Miranda was completely ignoring Lizzie.
Lizzie rolled her eyes, before turning her head and staring at Miranda.
Miranda was about to confess, but was interrupted by a familiar sound. She was happy to hear it, not because it had just bought her a few seconds before she would be again forced to answer Lizzie's question, but because it was natural for her to like hearing his voice, but that quickly changed.
"I just wish that they still killed people who gave bad performances in the Coliseum. If they did, there would be one less dumb blond around."
Miranda and Lizzie watched David and his new senior friends walk by. Once they left Miranda wondered if Lizzie ever got excited about hearing David's voice like she just did. "Ok this has gone far enough," Miranda said as she turned to Lizzie. Although David's comment was not directed at her, it was clear by her tone that she was annoyed. "We have to do something, an intervention."
Lizzie turned her head away from the passing crowd to answer Miranda. "No Miranda," she practically shouted before calming her self down, "he is purposely trying to annoy us like Kate used to do. Confronting him is exactly what he wants us to do."
"I was never that bad, was I?" Kate had slipped beside the girls unnoticed.
"Loser, loser, Lizzie, loser." Lizzie faked a smile as she imitated Kate's cheer.
Kate's head lowered slightly in shame. "Sorry," she said softly.
"Whatever," Lizzie muttered.
"Lizzie, looking especially richous today."
Lizzie, Miranda, and Kate turned towards Ethan, who moved his head up and down as he checked out every part of Lizzie's body.
Kate slapped Ethan's stomach with the pack of her hand. "Ah hello, girlfriend!" She finished the comment by pointing her finger at her face.
A confused look befell Ethan's face. "But babe, I thought we were supposed to say nice things to Lizzie. You know, to get her out of that bad mood and stuff."
"Come on, we're leaving," Kate demanded. She grabbed Ethan's arm and started walking down the hall, pulling Ethan behind her.
"That settles it, my life is over," Lizzie stated as she crossed her arms.
Miranda took this as her cue, and gave Lizzie a hug. Lizzie, however, did not return the hug, but just stood there with her arms crossed. "It's ok," Miranda whispered into Lizzie ear. Slowly letting go she continued, "Your performance rocked." A smile grew on Miranda's face, which caused a similar one to appear on Lizzie's.
Sensing that Lizzie would be ok for a few minutes, Miranda announced her departure. "I'm outtie. I've got to drop off my violin before English. See you there."
"Bye," Lizzie replied as Miranda turned and walked away.
Lizzie started walking thought the halls of Hillridge High School. Since the beginning of school she had been able to adapt to the crowded environment of the halls. Weaving through small spaces between the huddled masses, her trip was interrupted by a virtual brick wall.
Miss Ungermeyer stepped into Lizzie's path. "Miss McGuire, I have been wanting to talk to you."
Lizzie took a step back increasing the short distance that remained between the two. Her new bad mood was quickly repressed, as she knew that being rude to a principal would be suicide, especially this principal.
"Yes Miss Ungermeyer," she shyly replied.
"I was wondering if you had talked to Mr. Gordon about those elevator passes?" Miss Ungermeyer placed her hands on her hips as she asked the question, giving Lizzie the feeling she was about to be interrogated.
Lizzie did know enough to put a stop to the seniors, but she was not about to tell Miss Ungermeyer. She knew that the seniors retaliation would be more severe than anything Kate would have done if she had ratted her out for breaking the schools statue. "Sorry, I...I ah..." Lizzie was having trouble lying, but forced a smile and spit out the rest of her sentence. "I haven't asked him about that," she lied.
"Great," Lizzie thought to herself, "I finally am starting to act like my normal self, and it is the part of my normal self that can't stand conflict."
"Ah, I see," Miss Ungermeyer said as she started to walk in a large circle around Lizzie. Lizzie just stood where she was as Miss Ungermeyer continued. "I have noticed that he has been spending a large amount of time with a group of seniors. The same seniors that I suspect are behind the attacks on the freshmen class. You would not be lying to me, just to protect your friend, now would you Miss McGuire?" Miss Ungermeyer was has competed her circle, and was now directly in Lizzie's face awaiting her answer.
Lizzie noticed an opening in Miss Ungermeyer's speech and was able to clearly respond without lying. "Gordo and I are not friends anymore. I have not spoken to that jerk in over a month." Lizzie's stomach dropped when she realized that she had just called her former best friend a jerk, although she felt he deserved it.
"Really?" Miss Ungermeyer stepped back and had an expression on her face that told Lizzie that she was surprised to hear the news. "And after all that you two went through in Rome. Well, that's life huh?" Miss Ungermeyer chuckled.
Lizzie felt as if she had just been hit in the stomach by a wrecking ball. "Yea, I guess," she softly replied.
"Well if you hear anything let me know." Miss Ungermeyer started to walk away. "Don't worry I will find out who is behind this. There is nothing that goes on in this school that the Ungermeyer does not know about."
"Yeah, if you knew everything that goes on in this school you would not need to be asking me for information."
"What was that Miss McGuire?" Miss Ungermeyer said sharply.
Lizzie cringed once she realized that she had spoken way to loudly. She turned around and faced Miss Ungermeyer. "Sorry Miss Ungermeyer, I.. Ah...."
"That's what I thought," Miss Ungermeyer said coldly cutting Lizzie off. Feeling that any action against Lizzie was not warranted, Miss Ungermeyer turned around and continued on her way.
"That was close," Lizzie thought to herself. She turned and again headed for her class.
Although she had been interrupted by Miss Ungermeyer, she was still able to make it to her first period with plenty of time to spare. As she waited her thought drifted back to happier times. Back when the three amigos were together. Surprisingly, her thoughts brought happiness not sadness. For the past few weeks this had been a ritual she kept every time she was alone. Before she new it Miranda had entered the room, and Lizzie's thoughts returned to the present.
The day proceeded more or less like Lizzie had expected, just another ordinary day. Lizzie sat and listen to Miranda talk about whatever, occasionally interjecting thoughts of her own Soon it was lunch time, again it was totally predictable. They sat on the floor of the hallway, eating their chicken casserole. Finally lunch ended and the two girls split up.
Lizzie walked onto the black wood floor of the stage and took her seat behind the table. She placed her script in front of her with all intentions of working on her lines before the bell rang. As she sat and mouthed her words she was interrupted.
"May I sit here?"
Lizzie turned around, and was surprised to see Brad standing beside her. He was six foot tall, blue eyes, and perfectly combed blond hair that in Lizzie's eyes made Ethan's hair look as ugly. The best part was that he was a junior, and drove his car to school.
Lizzie hesitated in her reply. Partially because she was overwhelmed at how cute he looked, but mainly she was wondering why he had chosen her. After a few seconds the perfect smile on Brad's face began to fade. This forced Lizzie back to reality. "Oh, yeah, sure." she stuttered.
Brad took sat down and turned to Lizzie. "My name is Brad," he politely said extending his hand to Lizzie.
Lizzie extended her hand and the two shook. "I know," she replied, "I am Lizzie." Lizzie was still confused by his actions and as such showed as little emotion as she could.
"I know," Brad chuckled. Lizzie too laughed, easing the tension between the two.
Lizzie stared at Brad waiting for him to make the next move. As she waited, she soon found herself lost in his gorgeous blue eyes. The look on his face told Lizzie that he was nervous. This realization threw Lizzie's thought into full motion, "Why is he so nervous, he isn't going to ask me out is he? No, he is to good for me," she thought. As thoughts continued to twirl around in her head, Brad finally broke the silence.
"You are a good actress," he said. Lizzie smiled and bit her lip as Brad continued. "I have been watching you during rehearsals, and you have greatly improved. You could maybe get the lead in the next production."
Lizzie felt like she was floating on air. A comment like that could only mean one thing. He was going to ask her out. "Thanks," she said trying not to sound to excited. Lizzie knew that this was what she needed to get over David.
"No problem," Brian replied. "I was wondering if you might want to go out for dinner Next Friday night after the show?"
Lizzie fought back her urge to scream as loud as she could. "I would love to," she said calmly.
The bell rang signaling the beginning of fourth period. Brad got up to leave, but Lizzie stopped him. "But I won't have time to get ready."
Brad continued to get up, "It doesn't matter what you wear, Lizzie McGuire. You already have my attention." And with that he went to his chair and the rehearsal began.
Throughout the rehearsal and her next class, Lizzie could not think of anything but Brad. "How could a boy so cute and charming ever be interested in me?" she thought to herself. Just the thought of it made her happy. For the first time in weeks the smile on her face remained for more that a minute and she walked with an unusual spring in her step. She felt so good.
Once fifth period was over Lizzie hurried back to her locker to pick up her calculator before she ran to tell Miranda the news.
"Dave," she squeaked as she ran into the room. Lizzie flung her arms around her gave him a kiss on the cheek. This surprised everyone in the room, Miranda included, and especially Dave. "It's such a great day, isn't it?" Lizzie smiled as she asked the question.
Lizzie noticed that Dave's face had turned bright red, so she remover her arms from around him. For the first time since she entered the room, Lizzie moved her eyes away from Dave. What she saw shocked her. Half of the chairs had been moved to the side of the room, and the other half had been turned so they faced the side blackboard instead of the front blackboard. "Ah, what's with the desks?" Lizzie asked pointing to the group of desks that had been stacked next to the wall.
"Oh, ah, when we came in all the desks were rearranged so that they were facing the side board. We did not know where to sit, so we decided to move the desks and sit on the floor." Dave replied.
Lizzie looked at him as thought he had completely lost his mind. Sitting on the floor was something she did in kindergarten, not in an advanced high school math class. "You actually think that Mrs. Bell will let us sit on the floor?"
"It's worth a shot." Dave replied. Thanks to Lizzie's grand entrance everybody had stopped working and had been staring at the two. With Dave taking the lead, he and everybody, except Miranda, returned to moving the desks. "If she says no, then we will replace the desks. If she says yes, then we get to sit on the floor. Whatever happens, happens."
The more Lizzie thought about the situation, the more sense it made to her. This class WAS different that any other class. She knew that nobody ever told what happened inside the room. "It would also be nice to be able to lay down and take notes," she thought to herself. "Cool," she said aloud as she walked over to Miranda and picked up a desk.
"What was that?" Miranda was practically shouting at Lizzie with one had on her waist, and the other pointing to Dave.
Lizzie quickly realized that the desk was two heavy for her to pick up and move so she started to push it over to the wall. "What was what?" she asked with a big smile on her face.
Miranda walked over to where Lizzie had just placed her desk so that the two could talk without the entire class hearing. "You, kissed Dave, ON THE CHEEK!" Miranda stuck out her arms, palms up, as if she was presenting Dave.
Lizzie looked over at Dave, and then let out a little giggle. She desperately wanted to tell her best friend what had happened after lunch, but with Miranda going crazy, it was more fun to let her suffer a bit longer.
"And your happy," Miranda continued, "not that its bad, but WHAT IS GOING ON?" Miranda took a second to process everything. It was just so strange that a few hours ago Lizzie was still in her bad mood, and now she was so happy. So happy in fact, that Miranda had only seen her this happy once before, when she meet Ronny. An explosion went off inside Miranda's head as she put her thoughts together. "You are going out with Dave, aren't you? Lizzie, I though we agreed that you could not date him."
Miranda's accusation popped Lizzie's bubble, and sent her emotions crashing back down to earth. "No Miranda," She yelled. Not that dating Dave was a bad thing, she actually thought he was a great guy, but when compared to Brad. "And we didn't agree on anything, Miranda," she continued, "you agreed that I could not date him, and you still have not told me why."
Miranda leaned in so that her words could only be heard by Lizzie. "Because he is a nerd." She stepped back to see Lizzie surprised to hear her say such a thing. "What? Dating Dave would destroy your reputation."
"What reputation," Lizzie coldly replied. "I went on a date with Larry. I am pretty sure that my reputation has already been destroyed."
Miranda flinched when Lizzie said Larry's name. "You like Larry, don't you?" Lizzie asked putting the pieces of the puzzle together.
"What, NO," Miranda shouted as her face cringed in disgust.
"Hay, are you two going to talk or move desks?" Dave kiddingly asked.
Lizzie laughed at Dave's remark, "I don't know about Miranda, but I'm moving desks." She then walked over and began moving another desk.
Miranda soon followed and helped Lizzie carry the desk to the side. "OK, the last time I saw you so happy was when you hooked up with Ronny, now dish."
"His name is Brad," Lizzie quickly answered. "He asked me out before Advanced Drama.
The two placed the desk down, and seeing that there were no more desks to move they proceeded to their spots on the floor. "What's his last name, is he cute, when is the date?" Miranda's questions came so fast that Lizzie did not have time to answer.
"Well I don't know his last name, but he is so cute that I think it might be Pitt." Lizzie and Miranda took a second to giggled and lay down on the floor before Lizzie continued. "And we are going out next Friday."
"Heard Brad asked you out," David said before sitting down next to Eric. "You gotta love pity dates."
"What would you know about dates?" Miranda questioned. "You have only been out on one date in you entire life, and that was like two years ago."
"This coming from Rebou...." David's words trailed off.
Lizzie took the opportunity to take her own stab at their former best friend. "Ah, what was that David?"
"Really bad shoes," David quickly replied covering his previous statement. "This coming from a girl with really bad shoes." Realizing how stupid he sounded, David turned around.
"Right," Lizzie said before breaking up into laughter.
The other students in the class quickly began laughing with Lizzie. Although Miranda was laughing, it was only to hide her real feelings of being scared, relived, and confused. She was scared of the fact that David still had some dirt on her that could destroy her, and not to mention her relationship with Lizzie. She was relived that he did not let it out, and confused as to why he did not do so, but instead chose embarrass himself.