That day at Lizzie's school, Gordo sat with loneliness in his arithmetic class. He wondered where Lizzie was, and wished at Kate's party they'd gone to really had had cell phones for party favors. That way he could have called her up.
In Miranda's arithmetic class, she was sitting next to Taylor. Just to make Lizzie jealous, she'd become quite friendly with him lately. Grinning with satisfaction, she passed notes back and forth him while her teacher's back was turned. If only Lizzie could see me now! She thought with a smile.
Back at the McGuire's house, Lizzie was still lying in bed. She pulled the covers closer to her as she shivered with a fever. A few minutes later, she became hot and tossed the sheets off.
She groaned groggily, and took a sip of water from a glass Jo had set on her nightstand. It hurt her throat as it went down, and she set the glass down with a frown. I never thought I could get so sick in such a short time! She thought to herself.
More thoughts passed through her mind, which were mostly about what Miranda had said on the phone. She wished there was some way she could make it up to her friend, but she couldn't think of any.
She soon fell asleep, dreaming of unpleasant things. Swirled mages of Miranda screaming at her raced through her head, and in her sleep her forehead became sweaty.
The school day slowly passed for Gordo. When the school bell finally rang in his last class, he walked quickly to the bus stop. He got on the bus, and found Miranda on it. He wanted to explain that Lizzie was really sorry about what happened, but then he saw that she was sitting next to Taylor.
His eyes narrowed at him, and he decided to sit in the way back of the bus away from him. When the bus arrived at his stop, he said a quick "hi" to Miranda on his way out, purposely not looking at Taylor. She didn't even notice him, and kept on talking.
Gordo frowned, and got off of the bus. He walked home, went inside, and did his homework. He couldn't concentrate much, but tried his best to get it done. Once it was finally completed, he grabbed his phone and dialed Lizzie's phone number.
He heard Matt answer the phone. "Yo', Matt here. Talk to me!"
Gordo chuckled under his breath. Matt's probably gone into another try- to-be-cool stage like the time he wanted to be called M-Dog! He thought to himself. "Hi Matt. Is Lizzie home?" He asked him.
"Yeah, but I don't think she wants to talk to you, dude." He replied, chewing a piece of gum.
"Why?" Gordo asked, suddenly worried. "Did I say something to make her upset?"
"Nah, that's not what I meant, bro'. She's sick." He looked in his mirror, and spiked his hair up some more with a big handful of slimy gel.
"Oh, I didn't know. Well, tell her I say I hope she feels better, Matt." Gordo told him, and hung up. He set his phone back on its hook, and sat down on his bed. He wished there was something he could do, but if he went over to the McGuire's to try and help cheer her up, he risked getting sick, too.
He sighed with frustration, and looked longingly at the picture of Lizzie. He smiled, laid his head down on his pillow, and soon fell asleep with pleasant thoughts of how she had kissed him.
He awoke a few hours later when Mrs. Gordon called from downstairs that it was time for supper. He rubbed his eyes, and got up from his bed. He walked to the dining room, his hair still a mess from sleeping.
"David, ever heard of a hairbrush?" His dad teased, and passed him a steaming plate of meatloaf. Gordo didn't reply, but took the plate with eagerness. He ate hungrily, and had seconds, too.
But at the McGuire's table, Lizzie sat at a chair, just staring at her food. She had a roll of tissue paper sitting next to her, and frowned. Just the thought of food made her feel sicker. "Mom, I'm not really hungry." She told Jo.
"I'll eat her share any day, dude!" Matt exclaimed, and reached for her plate. Jo gave him one of those stop-acting-like-that looks. He rolled his eyes, and wolfed down Lizzie's food.
"Matt, rolling your eyes at me is a display of disrespect. Unless you can treat me better, you'll be grounded, young man." Jo told him seriously, and Lizzie walked up to her room.
She felt a little woozy going up all of the steps, and fell onto her bed as soon as she got there. She soon fell asleep, with a cold cloth on her forehead to help break her fever.
It felt to her like the next day would never come, but eventually it did. She woke up feeling somewhat better, and even felt like getting up. She blew her nose several times, but she didn't feel anywhere as near bad as she had the day before.
She got dressed, and she turned on her computer. She signed on to instant messenger, but then rolled her eyes at herself. Duh! All my friends are at school! She signed off.
And they were, or at least Gordo. Miranda didn't consider Lizzie her friend now, and was actually not just pretending to like being around Taylor anymore. She'd been having a great time with him.
This made Gordo upset, and he got her aside at lunch. "Miranda, he's not good guy to be hanging around with! Remember how he dumped Lizzie?"
"Gordo, why do you always have to exaggerate? Taylor is really sweet! And if I'd been in his place, I would have dumped Lizzie, too! He told me all about how she liked you instead of him." She told him hotly, and joined him at a table.
"You really think she likes me?" He asked, now changing the subject of Taylor. "I mean, she kind of did indicate that to me... but she hasn't mentioned it since." Gordo told Miranda.
"Gosh, Gordo, before you always used to be the one with the answers! And now you never seem to now what to do." Miranda chuckled. Gordo raised an eyebrow.
"Miranda, it really isn't funny, you know." He scolded. Miranda didn't pay attention to that, and went on talking about Taylor. Finally Gordo raised his hands in the air. "Miranda, if that's all your going to talk about, than I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk to me at all!"
Miranda sighed. "But I like Taylor! What's wrong with talking about him?"
"Look, as much as I think the guy is kind of strange, what ever happened to being loyal to Ethan?" Gordo asked her.
"After he dumped me? How in the world do you expect a girl to be loyal to him, Gordo? That doesn't even make sense why I would!" Miranda ranted on.
"Miranda, we've known Kate for a long time. And don't you think that she has to have been the one to brake things up between you two? Ethan's not really rude. He wouldn't just dump someone without a reason." Gordo told her. I think. He mumbled under his breath.
"What are you getting at? What does it matter to you?" Miranda asked him, puzzled.
"I just don't want you to get hurt, since Taylor seemed to get really hot over hardly nothing." He said, eating the last of his lunch.
"I already explained this! I don't think what Taylor did was bad at all. I would have acted like him, too! Stop acting like you're my parent or something, Gordo!" Miranda told him, her voice raising higher. People around her started staring a little bit.
"I'm just trying to protect you! If you don't want that, then fine. Have it your way. I'm just trying to be a good friend. Looks like I can't ever do that, huh?" He replied hotly, and left the table. He started thinking about how he hadn't even tried to explain how Lizzie was sorry.
Gordo, you can be so selfish sometimes! He thought, crossing his arms. Here poor Lizzie is, probably lying in bed right now sick and can't get Miranda to forgive her. And all I can think of is myself, and trying to get my points about Taylor across to Miranda.
He decided to try and call Lizzie again when he got home, hoping that she'd be up and about when he was going to call.
In Miranda's arithmetic class, she was sitting next to Taylor. Just to make Lizzie jealous, she'd become quite friendly with him lately. Grinning with satisfaction, she passed notes back and forth him while her teacher's back was turned. If only Lizzie could see me now! She thought with a smile.
Back at the McGuire's house, Lizzie was still lying in bed. She pulled the covers closer to her as she shivered with a fever. A few minutes later, she became hot and tossed the sheets off.
She groaned groggily, and took a sip of water from a glass Jo had set on her nightstand. It hurt her throat as it went down, and she set the glass down with a frown. I never thought I could get so sick in such a short time! She thought to herself.
More thoughts passed through her mind, which were mostly about what Miranda had said on the phone. She wished there was some way she could make it up to her friend, but she couldn't think of any.
She soon fell asleep, dreaming of unpleasant things. Swirled mages of Miranda screaming at her raced through her head, and in her sleep her forehead became sweaty.
The school day slowly passed for Gordo. When the school bell finally rang in his last class, he walked quickly to the bus stop. He got on the bus, and found Miranda on it. He wanted to explain that Lizzie was really sorry about what happened, but then he saw that she was sitting next to Taylor.
His eyes narrowed at him, and he decided to sit in the way back of the bus away from him. When the bus arrived at his stop, he said a quick "hi" to Miranda on his way out, purposely not looking at Taylor. She didn't even notice him, and kept on talking.
Gordo frowned, and got off of the bus. He walked home, went inside, and did his homework. He couldn't concentrate much, but tried his best to get it done. Once it was finally completed, he grabbed his phone and dialed Lizzie's phone number.
He heard Matt answer the phone. "Yo', Matt here. Talk to me!"
Gordo chuckled under his breath. Matt's probably gone into another try- to-be-cool stage like the time he wanted to be called M-Dog! He thought to himself. "Hi Matt. Is Lizzie home?" He asked him.
"Yeah, but I don't think she wants to talk to you, dude." He replied, chewing a piece of gum.
"Why?" Gordo asked, suddenly worried. "Did I say something to make her upset?"
"Nah, that's not what I meant, bro'. She's sick." He looked in his mirror, and spiked his hair up some more with a big handful of slimy gel.
"Oh, I didn't know. Well, tell her I say I hope she feels better, Matt." Gordo told him, and hung up. He set his phone back on its hook, and sat down on his bed. He wished there was something he could do, but if he went over to the McGuire's to try and help cheer her up, he risked getting sick, too.
He sighed with frustration, and looked longingly at the picture of Lizzie. He smiled, laid his head down on his pillow, and soon fell asleep with pleasant thoughts of how she had kissed him.
He awoke a few hours later when Mrs. Gordon called from downstairs that it was time for supper. He rubbed his eyes, and got up from his bed. He walked to the dining room, his hair still a mess from sleeping.
"David, ever heard of a hairbrush?" His dad teased, and passed him a steaming plate of meatloaf. Gordo didn't reply, but took the plate with eagerness. He ate hungrily, and had seconds, too.
But at the McGuire's table, Lizzie sat at a chair, just staring at her food. She had a roll of tissue paper sitting next to her, and frowned. Just the thought of food made her feel sicker. "Mom, I'm not really hungry." She told Jo.
"I'll eat her share any day, dude!" Matt exclaimed, and reached for her plate. Jo gave him one of those stop-acting-like-that looks. He rolled his eyes, and wolfed down Lizzie's food.
"Matt, rolling your eyes at me is a display of disrespect. Unless you can treat me better, you'll be grounded, young man." Jo told him seriously, and Lizzie walked up to her room.
She felt a little woozy going up all of the steps, and fell onto her bed as soon as she got there. She soon fell asleep, with a cold cloth on her forehead to help break her fever.
It felt to her like the next day would never come, but eventually it did. She woke up feeling somewhat better, and even felt like getting up. She blew her nose several times, but she didn't feel anywhere as near bad as she had the day before.
She got dressed, and she turned on her computer. She signed on to instant messenger, but then rolled her eyes at herself. Duh! All my friends are at school! She signed off.
And they were, or at least Gordo. Miranda didn't consider Lizzie her friend now, and was actually not just pretending to like being around Taylor anymore. She'd been having a great time with him.
This made Gordo upset, and he got her aside at lunch. "Miranda, he's not good guy to be hanging around with! Remember how he dumped Lizzie?"
"Gordo, why do you always have to exaggerate? Taylor is really sweet! And if I'd been in his place, I would have dumped Lizzie, too! He told me all about how she liked you instead of him." She told him hotly, and joined him at a table.
"You really think she likes me?" He asked, now changing the subject of Taylor. "I mean, she kind of did indicate that to me... but she hasn't mentioned it since." Gordo told Miranda.
"Gosh, Gordo, before you always used to be the one with the answers! And now you never seem to now what to do." Miranda chuckled. Gordo raised an eyebrow.
"Miranda, it really isn't funny, you know." He scolded. Miranda didn't pay attention to that, and went on talking about Taylor. Finally Gordo raised his hands in the air. "Miranda, if that's all your going to talk about, than I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk to me at all!"
Miranda sighed. "But I like Taylor! What's wrong with talking about him?"
"Look, as much as I think the guy is kind of strange, what ever happened to being loyal to Ethan?" Gordo asked her.
"After he dumped me? How in the world do you expect a girl to be loyal to him, Gordo? That doesn't even make sense why I would!" Miranda ranted on.
"Miranda, we've known Kate for a long time. And don't you think that she has to have been the one to brake things up between you two? Ethan's not really rude. He wouldn't just dump someone without a reason." Gordo told her. I think. He mumbled under his breath.
"What are you getting at? What does it matter to you?" Miranda asked him, puzzled.
"I just don't want you to get hurt, since Taylor seemed to get really hot over hardly nothing." He said, eating the last of his lunch.
"I already explained this! I don't think what Taylor did was bad at all. I would have acted like him, too! Stop acting like you're my parent or something, Gordo!" Miranda told him, her voice raising higher. People around her started staring a little bit.
"I'm just trying to protect you! If you don't want that, then fine. Have it your way. I'm just trying to be a good friend. Looks like I can't ever do that, huh?" He replied hotly, and left the table. He started thinking about how he hadn't even tried to explain how Lizzie was sorry.
Gordo, you can be so selfish sometimes! He thought, crossing his arms. Here poor Lizzie is, probably lying in bed right now sick and can't get Miranda to forgive her. And all I can think of is myself, and trying to get my points about Taylor across to Miranda.
He decided to try and call Lizzie again when he got home, hoping that she'd be up and about when he was going to call.