Chapter Nine- The Fire's In Their Eyes And The Words Are Really Clear
~Gordo~
"Randa." I called out to my best friend, trying to catch her before the warning bell rang.
"Gordo." She replied after I caught up with her.
"You okay?" I asked as Randa nodded. "If you're pissed at me for something, I should be pissed with you."
"Why should you be mad at me?"
"Don't play games Randa. You told me that you weren't going to the party and then you show up with golden-boy over there." I explained as she sighed.
"I don't even know why I'm about to explain this to you, but I am. I told my parents about it and they said no when they thought you invited me, but as soon as Jacob got on the phone there were like 'go ahead honey.' She rolled her eyes as I nodded not really sure if she was telling the truth ... I still didn't bad about accusing her of lying. "What happened last night?" She asked me.
"What do you mean what happened?"
"You and Lizzie. I thought you guys were breaking up."
"Where'd you get that idea from?" I inquired. Randa could make up some stories when she wanted to.
"Don't fuck with me Gordo. You know you're the one that told me." Miranda rolled her eyes. As I was about to respond, Jacob walked up to us.
"Hey." He wrapped his arm around Miranda's waist. She smiled, but she didn't say anything.
"Whatcha up to?"
"Nothing. Me and Gordo are just chillin'." I hated when Randa started to act like she was some body else. Why couldn't she just be real.
"That's cool." Jacob replied. "Are you coming tonight?" Randa turned her head away from me, Jacob whispered something, and she started to laugh. Soon, they were talking to each other and I was just tagging along.
"Randa." I whispered, but she ignored me as Jacob started to rub her lower back. "Later." I declared a little too loudly, walking off. I was so fucking pissed. I couldn't even explain it . she was screwing me over . replacing me with that .
~Lizzie~
"What's wrong honey?" I asked Gordo. He looked so sad. It was killing me- bringing me down.
"Randa's being a bitch." He mumbled.
"Yeah right. What did you do?" I rolled my eyes.
"I didn't DO anything. She's the one that's running off with the golden boy and acting like I don't exist."
"I'm sorry." I tilted my head and pouted. All this emotional bs was getting on my nerves.
"I mean she totally blew me off." I sighed.
"Don't let her get to you. Give her time. She's actually making friends." I started to play with his hair.
"Hey!"
I smiled as he cupped my face and kissed me. Now that was more like it. I knew how to get rid of bs really quickly. Especially when it came to Miranda . she was so annoying.
~Jacob~
After school, I walked into the locker room to get changed. I had just talked with Miranda and things were going great between us. She completely understood where I was coming from and if she didn't, she wasn't really judgmental. I can't believe that the world almost lost her. I smiled to myself and pulled off my shirt.
I had tuned everything out, but now I heard a lot of laughing, again. The guys were just gossiping. Yes. Guys gossip too. I rolled me eyes and went to see what they were talking about. Most of the time with was just made up shit, but it beat just lounging around doing nothing. I immediately heard Gordo's voice.
"Dude, she totally is."
"No way." Mark argued. "Miranda was like a total outcast. She's a virgin."
Gordo grinned slyly. "See, that's the big mistake that everyone makes. Randa wants you guys to think she's borderline Virgin Mary. In reality, she's a hoe." My jaw narrowed and I heard myself speak.
"Gordo stop telling them all this fake shit. You know Miranda's clean."
Gordo jumped off one of the sinks he had been sitting on. "So, she hasn't gotten you yet." I kept my mouth shut and continued to change. "Or . maybe she has, but you're just trying to cover your own ass." Mark smirked.
"Just shut the fuck up." I kept my voice even.
"Or what?"
I pushed him and Gordo's body jerked backwards. He turned around and smirked and then charged at me. I moved out the way and Mark stayed between the two of us so that nothing happened.
"Don't get into this now. Practice starts soon. Chill out. Both of you." I walked away and started to pace. How could he talk about his so- called best friend like this. What an asshole.
The entire team walked out into the field. I told Miranda to meet me after practice, so she was probably going to be there. I smiled to myself. "What are you grinning at?" Gordo tried to get on my nerves.
I ignored him and waved at Miranda. "Oh, the slut's coming over tonight, is she?" I pushed him again. Immediately after, I felt a deep pain on my left eye. I didn't give him another chance to hit me. I charged at him and we continued fighting.
The coach was yelling at us the whole time and I heard Miranda start yelling too. Two guys finally pulled us apart. Blood was leaking from both of us. Miranda started yelling shit at both of us.
"What would possess you to do this?" She turned to me.
"Ask your asshole friend."
Miranda gave me a puzzled look and turned away from me to Gordo. He shrugged, but I felt him throwing evil looks in my direction. I started to walk away, against the advice of all the other guys on the team. I heard footsteps running after me. I swear, if it was Gordo, he was going to get his ass kicked.
"Jacob." I stopped as I heard Miranda's beautiful voice.
"What?" I sighed.
"Why did you do that?"
"I was protecting you."
"Protecting me from what?" She wondered.
"Gordo."
"What did he do?"
"He called you a slut."
"Oh." Miranda whispered. I could tell she was hurt. And for a moment, she let me see that. Her expression hardened. "I can protect myself."
"I know."
"You really fucked up back there." She touched my face. "Everything is pissed at you, including me. You're probably going to be kicked off the football team."
"So?"
"So. Football is your life."
"What if I want another life?" She shrugged.
"If you don't have to football, then what do you have?" I kissed her in response.
"I'll always have you, right?" Miranda kissed me back, unsurely at first, but as we kissed again, her confidence grew.
(A/N: I haven't written anything for this story for such a long time that I forgot what was going on. I hope you liked this chapter. It was little short, but short's better than nothing. Anyway, so is really crazy right now, but somehow I made time for this. I'll be writing more to about five of my other stories, so check them out!! -NL)
~Gordo~
"Randa." I called out to my best friend, trying to catch her before the warning bell rang.
"Gordo." She replied after I caught up with her.
"You okay?" I asked as Randa nodded. "If you're pissed at me for something, I should be pissed with you."
"Why should you be mad at me?"
"Don't play games Randa. You told me that you weren't going to the party and then you show up with golden-boy over there." I explained as she sighed.
"I don't even know why I'm about to explain this to you, but I am. I told my parents about it and they said no when they thought you invited me, but as soon as Jacob got on the phone there were like 'go ahead honey.' She rolled her eyes as I nodded not really sure if she was telling the truth ... I still didn't bad about accusing her of lying. "What happened last night?" She asked me.
"What do you mean what happened?"
"You and Lizzie. I thought you guys were breaking up."
"Where'd you get that idea from?" I inquired. Randa could make up some stories when she wanted to.
"Don't fuck with me Gordo. You know you're the one that told me." Miranda rolled her eyes. As I was about to respond, Jacob walked up to us.
"Hey." He wrapped his arm around Miranda's waist. She smiled, but she didn't say anything.
"Whatcha up to?"
"Nothing. Me and Gordo are just chillin'." I hated when Randa started to act like she was some body else. Why couldn't she just be real.
"That's cool." Jacob replied. "Are you coming tonight?" Randa turned her head away from me, Jacob whispered something, and she started to laugh. Soon, they were talking to each other and I was just tagging along.
"Randa." I whispered, but she ignored me as Jacob started to rub her lower back. "Later." I declared a little too loudly, walking off. I was so fucking pissed. I couldn't even explain it . she was screwing me over . replacing me with that .
~Lizzie~
"What's wrong honey?" I asked Gordo. He looked so sad. It was killing me- bringing me down.
"Randa's being a bitch." He mumbled.
"Yeah right. What did you do?" I rolled my eyes.
"I didn't DO anything. She's the one that's running off with the golden boy and acting like I don't exist."
"I'm sorry." I tilted my head and pouted. All this emotional bs was getting on my nerves.
"I mean she totally blew me off." I sighed.
"Don't let her get to you. Give her time. She's actually making friends." I started to play with his hair.
"Hey!"
I smiled as he cupped my face and kissed me. Now that was more like it. I knew how to get rid of bs really quickly. Especially when it came to Miranda . she was so annoying.
~Jacob~
After school, I walked into the locker room to get changed. I had just talked with Miranda and things were going great between us. She completely understood where I was coming from and if she didn't, she wasn't really judgmental. I can't believe that the world almost lost her. I smiled to myself and pulled off my shirt.
I had tuned everything out, but now I heard a lot of laughing, again. The guys were just gossiping. Yes. Guys gossip too. I rolled me eyes and went to see what they were talking about. Most of the time with was just made up shit, but it beat just lounging around doing nothing. I immediately heard Gordo's voice.
"Dude, she totally is."
"No way." Mark argued. "Miranda was like a total outcast. She's a virgin."
Gordo grinned slyly. "See, that's the big mistake that everyone makes. Randa wants you guys to think she's borderline Virgin Mary. In reality, she's a hoe." My jaw narrowed and I heard myself speak.
"Gordo stop telling them all this fake shit. You know Miranda's clean."
Gordo jumped off one of the sinks he had been sitting on. "So, she hasn't gotten you yet." I kept my mouth shut and continued to change. "Or . maybe she has, but you're just trying to cover your own ass." Mark smirked.
"Just shut the fuck up." I kept my voice even.
"Or what?"
I pushed him and Gordo's body jerked backwards. He turned around and smirked and then charged at me. I moved out the way and Mark stayed between the two of us so that nothing happened.
"Don't get into this now. Practice starts soon. Chill out. Both of you." I walked away and started to pace. How could he talk about his so- called best friend like this. What an asshole.
The entire team walked out into the field. I told Miranda to meet me after practice, so she was probably going to be there. I smiled to myself. "What are you grinning at?" Gordo tried to get on my nerves.
I ignored him and waved at Miranda. "Oh, the slut's coming over tonight, is she?" I pushed him again. Immediately after, I felt a deep pain on my left eye. I didn't give him another chance to hit me. I charged at him and we continued fighting.
The coach was yelling at us the whole time and I heard Miranda start yelling too. Two guys finally pulled us apart. Blood was leaking from both of us. Miranda started yelling shit at both of us.
"What would possess you to do this?" She turned to me.
"Ask your asshole friend."
Miranda gave me a puzzled look and turned away from me to Gordo. He shrugged, but I felt him throwing evil looks in my direction. I started to walk away, against the advice of all the other guys on the team. I heard footsteps running after me. I swear, if it was Gordo, he was going to get his ass kicked.
"Jacob." I stopped as I heard Miranda's beautiful voice.
"What?" I sighed.
"Why did you do that?"
"I was protecting you."
"Protecting me from what?" She wondered.
"Gordo."
"What did he do?"
"He called you a slut."
"Oh." Miranda whispered. I could tell she was hurt. And for a moment, she let me see that. Her expression hardened. "I can protect myself."
"I know."
"You really fucked up back there." She touched my face. "Everything is pissed at you, including me. You're probably going to be kicked off the football team."
"So?"
"So. Football is your life."
"What if I want another life?" She shrugged.
"If you don't have to football, then what do you have?" I kissed her in response.
"I'll always have you, right?" Miranda kissed me back, unsurely at first, but as we kissed again, her confidence grew.
(A/N: I haven't written anything for this story for such a long time that I forgot what was going on. I hope you liked this chapter. It was little short, but short's better than nothing. Anyway, so is really crazy right now, but somehow I made time for this. I'll be writing more to about five of my other stories, so check them out!! -NL)