Ch 3- Rock bottom

"Gordo?" Lizzie asked that afternoon. Gordo just kept rummaging in his locker, not giving her a glance.

"Look can we talk?" she tried again.

"Nothing to say," he said as he walked away.

"Look I'm sorry about last night!!" she called after him.

"Yeah? Which part? The part where you took advantage of me or the part where you said you loved me?" he asked as he came back to her.

"I said that?"

"It's over Liz. This whole thing...it's done. I'm not going to sit around and wipe your face every time you puke on yourself. That's not what I'm here for!! I have a life you know!!! I gave my music to be here with you and you just get stoned and screw me. Figuratively and literally," he added as he took a breath.

"I'm sorry about everything ok? I promise, I'll get clean. I'll stop partying, stop smoking, stop sleeping around...everything ok?" she said as she came up and put her hands on his face.

He pushed her off him. "It's always the same. God I think you've said that about twenty different times between Christmas and now."

"Well no one asked you to stay," she said haughtily.

"No. They didn't. I stayed because I wanted to look after you, because I thought, hey maybe when she sobers up, I'll have a chance. Big joke right Liz? Like you'd sober up. Like you'd even let me have a chance. The only thing you even keep me around for is to give you a place to sleep when you're not around sleeping with every fucking guy in the school," he spat out looking at her with his eyes ablaze.

She looked back at him, she had never seen him this angry before. She knew she caused it, but didn't know what to say. There's always the slapping option...but he was right in a way. But she went with it anyway. Nobody says that to her, not even David Gordon. After she delivered the fiery slap to his face, he just looked at her tear soaked face and said, "I'm gone. I'm done. Have a great life," before walking out of the doors of the school.

Kate Sanders was on her roof again. It was twilight and her parents weren't home, but she couldn't smoke in the house. What little conscience she did have wouldn't let her do that. Looking around as she blew the smoke out of her mouth, she noticed Lizzie standing there in her yard looking up at her.

"What do you want McGuire?" she yelled down.

"Depends on what you have!"

Kate thought about this and stubbed out her cigarette and climbed through her window.

"Look I don't deal," she said as she opened her door.

"Bull. I see you everyday smoking out. I know that you have it," she said pushing her way past Kate into her home.

"I get one a day from Bryan. I do not deal, " she repeated. "Besides, why do you want it?" she asked suspiciously.

"None of you damn business."

"Huh-uh. If you come here looking for drugs, I need a better answer than that."

"Fine. Gordo wants me to drop dead and Miranda hates me. My parents might as well disown me because I'm never there, I'm failing senior year, take your pick."

"I know I'm not one to talk, but that's not going to solve it. Getting high I mean."

"Look, do you or do you not have anything."

"I told you I don't. But Lizzie..."

"Whatever," she said as she turned and walked away.

Kate watched the blonde walk away and shut her door. She went to the phone and picked up her phone book. If she wanted to get through to Lizzie, then she was going to need some special forces.

"Hello?"

"Hey Miranda."

"How did you get this number?" she sighed.

"I remembered it. Look I need your help."

"I thought it was me that would come crawling to you," Miranda answered sarcastically.

"Listen, Lizzie's really outa it. She came by just now and wanted my stash."

"You have a stash?"

"Well, no. I have one. She just assumed I dealed so she came here."

"So?"

"She's your best friend Sanchez!! Pretend to have a heart. I want to help her, you want to help her. Why don't we just solidify?"

"Excuse me?"

"Join forces..."

"Right like you really care about Lizzie. Thanks Kate, but I think me and Gordo have this one down," she said going to hang up.

"Really? Then why was she over her with bloodshot eyes like she was crying and saying that Gordo wanted her to drop dead and you hate her?"

"High?" Miranda guessed as she took a stab in the dark.

"Damn it Miranda, she needs help!! If you won't listen, then just forget it," Kate said as she hung up on her. People thought that since Kate got kicked off the cheerleading squad all those years ago and became a smoker, drinker and partier that she was a cold hearted bitch. Actually, they already thought that she was a cold hearted bitch. However, the truth was that Kate still watched out for her old friends. Miranda and her were at each others throats all the time and hated each other, but Kate always had her back. Her ties go deep, way beyond the outward appearance, and she wasn't about to let one go.