Ch 2- Crossing the Line

"I saw you at Steven's the other night," Kate said as she sidled up to Miranda the next day at school.

"Steven? Who are you talking about?"

"Townsend."

"Oh yeah right, like I'd go there. Please," she replied as she started walking faster.

"Black skirt, low cut red top...I gotta say Sanchez, you could quite possibly skank up good. I mean if the other night was any sort of indicator."

Miranda stopped and made her way back to the blonde former cheerleader. "Look, what I do with my life is none of your damn business. I'm sorry that you're life is shit, but don't even try to make mine."

"What are you gonna do? Go cry to your little Harvard elite group? Please, I'm not scared of you."

"Whatever. Why do I even bother talking to you? You're just a lowlife has been that tries to take people down," the brunette sneered. Kate put her hand over her heart in mock hurt.

"Oh! I think I have to cry! Look- I just wanted to tell you something about your new toy."

"He's not my toy!! And even if he was- why would I listen to you?"

"I've been there. He'll toss you aside in a few weeks, a month if you're lucky," Kate replied disdainfully.

"Just because you weren't good enough-"

"Oh, ok!! Don't come crying when your perfect little heart gets broke," she said as she walked through the doors. Miranda was left in the hallway alone, fuming. She kicked a locker and then stalked out herself. Next time, she'd have to be more careful who saw her whereabouts.

Gordo slammed his text book shut and rubbed his eyes. The clock on the wall said 12:30. He really needed to get to bed. He stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed as he snapped off his light.

"Gordo!" she whispered. "Gordo!!" she said again as no movement came from the bed. Finally the curly haired boy opened his eyes sleepily.

"Liz?"

"Yeah," she whispered back smiling.

"It's like two in the morning, what the hell are you doing here?"

"I've been thinking..."

Gordo rolled his eyes and tuned her out as she continued. Usually what happened when she "was thinking" she ran away, and lived with him for a week or two or plotted some sort of extreme revenge on her latest guy that she hated for some reason.

"Whatever Liz. You can stay," he sighed.

"Did you even listen to me?" the blonde demanded. "I said I love and I wanna be with you."

That sentence made him sit up straight and look at her. "You're drunk," he muttered.

"No I'm not," she responded as she inched closer to him. He found himself leaning in until their lips finally met. Immediately he grabbed her and started kissing her harder. He had waited so long to finally kiss this girl. But she never liked him like that; he was Gordo after all! But now, here they were lying entangled in his bed like rabbits.

"Take me," she said between kisses.

"What?!"

"Take me! God Gordo I'm about to burst," she said as she ran her hands all over him. He looked at his best friend lying his bed, horny beyond all belief. He couldn't seriously do this could he?

They collapsed next to each other, panting for breath. He turned to look at her and stared in her eyes. He had loved his girl since elementary and dreamed of this happening since freshmen year. But as he stared in her eyes, something clicked.

"Jesus McGuire!"

"What?" she said as she sat up.

"You're high! Oh my God..." he moaned pacing around the basement.

"I am not!" she said indignantly. "I did that like an hour ago, I'm fine!"

"No you're not!" he yelled at her. "You don't come down in an hour or two, I know remember?" he said referring to last year.

"Are you saying this was a mistake?" she challenged him.

He swallowed hard as he responded. "I love you Liz. I always have. But right now, I don't care if I ever see you again. Do you know how long I've wanted this? Since I was 14! 14 Lizzie!! You can't just use me as one of your one night stands, when you're stoned none the less!"

"So..." she said confused.

"Get out," he said quietly. "Get the fuck out of my house!!" he yelled at her when she didn't move. When finally left, he sank down on his bed. He hated her. She had used him with out a second thought. Fuck this he thought as he landed a solid punch on his wall. She had crossed that line.

"What's up with Gordo?"

"Excuse me?" Miranda asked.

"What's with Gordo? He's all pissy today."

"Do you have any idea what you did to him??"

"Ummm...." Lizzie trailed off obviously confused.

"You have no recollection of last night?" Miranda said skeptically.

"No..."

"Ok. Readers Digest says that you went to his house last night, stoned, and ended up having sex with him."

Lizzie just looked at her friend. "He's mad at me for having sex with him?"

"He loves you Lizzie!! God damn you are so stupid!!!! He's one of the few people that still care about you and then you just went over there and took advantage of him. And you wanna know why he has stick up his ass?? Think about it!" Miranda snapped as she stalked off, her perfectly combed hair flouncing off the shoulders of the violet cardigan she wore.

"Gordo's in love with me?" Lizzie said aloud to herself.