Blame It On The Door
Chapter Two
Lizzie pulled open the door without checking to see who was on the other side. If she had, she was sure she'd have left it shut when she saw Gordo standing nervously on her porch staring at her as if he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't have been.
"What do you want?" Lizzie held back none of her anger from her words and let her voice bite out at Gordo, who actually flinched a little before trying to answer her.
"I. . .I, uh. . .I. . ."
"You what?!"
"I forgot my CD down in the basement when we were down there last and I would kind of like to have it." Gordo found his voice along with the resentment he held for Lizzie. He couldn't figure out why she was being so stupid about everything. It was all so simple, but she wouldn't let him explain why he'd stood her up that day. "Look, I don't want to see you any longer than is needed either, so I'll just go grab my CD and be on my way. Although, I'm sure you really didn't want me to explain anything since you seem to have a problem with letting people explain what happened before you jump to the extreme and cut them out of your life."
Lizzie's face had turned steadily redder with anger as he had talked. "How dare you try to give me a lecture on anything! You're the one without common courtesy, not me. All you had to do was call, but no. . .the life of David Gordon is too busy to call his girlfriend and tell her something's come up. Nope, he leaves the poor girl looking like an idiot sitting all by herself for the whole school to see and know what happened."
"Lizzie, just let me explain. That's not wh. . ."
"Shut up, I told you I don't want to hear any lame excuses. You screwed it all up for us Gordo and now we've got nothing." She turned away from him, unable to look into his eyes knowing she'd only see pain in them, pain she had caused. "Let's just get your CD so you can go."
Gordo quietly followed her into the house and down the stairs leading to the basement that had been converted into an entertainment room years ago. As they walked down the stairs Gordo looked at the pictures covering the walls of him, Miranda, and Lizzie at various ages. He had to ignore the pain that sprang up with each memory along with the thought that he wouldn't get to make more of those memories with the beautiful blonde in front of him. "I think I left it over on the shelf next to the DVD player." Gordo said as he walked across the room and around the couches, chairs and pool table towards the massive entertainment center that lined the back wall.
"Okay, I'm leaving now. I know when I'm not wanted. I know you Lizzie, and we both know you're being stubborn and ridiculous about all of this, but you're going to have to realize that and apologize before anything will ever change. It must be great never having to admit when you're wrong." Gordo stormed up the stairs, taking them two at a time and all but crashing through the door.
Lizzie was so busy fighting back the angry tears that were threatening to fall that at first she didn't notice that Gordo was talking to her from the top of the stairs. "Just go, I don't care what you're trying to say, just leave me alone." She was surprised when she watched him come back down the stairs and walk over to her before talking again. When his mouth opened, her heart stopped beating so that she could be sure she wouldn't miss a word. Despite her best to be pissed at him, she was hoping that what he was about to say would make everything all right again. She wanted a reason to believe that everything could go back the way it had been just a few weeks ago before everything got all complicated and mixed up.
"Lizzie, will you listen to me?" She nodded slowly, her heart in her throat. "I can't get the door to open."
Her mouth dropped open, that was not anything like what she'd been hoping for, in fact as the words sunk in they were the worst possible thing he could have said. "The. . .the door? Are you sure?" Without waiting for an answer she pushed past him and climbed the stairs herself and tried to open the door. It was then that she remembered that the door locked from the outside and that somebody probably locked it not knowing they were downstairs. After finding it locked she started to pound on it and push against it with all her weight, screaming for someone to come and unlock the door. There was no way she was spending anytime with Gordo locked in a room. Who knew how many hours it might be before someone happened to walk by and hear them. As Lizzie was trying to think of ways of getting attention, she heard the second worst thing possible at that very second.
"Was that your parents leaving?"
