A/N: Hey! I am so sorry I have made you wait for the second chapter. I just got back from camp last Thursday, and suffered weird jet lag (camp was in the UK) and then the weather and electricity have been weird, so now here I am! England was a lot of fun. I am glad to be back home, but unfortunately, I have to go somewhere Thursday and won't be back until Sunday or Monday of next week. I thought I would update this before I left.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire.
Chapter Two
Miranda pulled into Lizzie's driveway in her dad's convertible. She honked the horn.
A minute or two later, Lizzie walked out the front door. She waved to her friend and hopped in her car.
"Ready for our senior year?" Miranda asked as she drove off.
"I never felt more ready in my life!" Lizzie said.
They listened to music and sang along with it as they drove to school. Once they were at school, they went to go pick up their schedules.
Miranda had to take French another year, Calculus, British Literature, AP History, and art. She also had a free period. She did not take a language her freshman or sophomore year, so she had to make up the language course, and she wanted AP credit, so she took history.
Lizzie's schedule was more flexible, with more electives, however. She took a writing course at UCLA that summer, as well as an extra literature course, so she did not have to take English. She had to take Ceramics, Pre-Calculus, Drawing, Historical movies, and music. Like almost every other senior, she had a free period as well. Miranda and Lizzie did not have any classes together.
After looking at their schedules, Lizzie and Miranda walked away to their lockers, talking and complaining that nothing coincided with anything as far as their schedules were concerned.
Meanwhile, just coming out of the principal's office was Gordo. "Now, Mr. Gordon, I am surprised to see you return after those three years of thinking you would be through. We are, however, glad to see you come back to make up the little work you have to make up to graduate," the principal explained.
"Thank you, sir. I am glad to be back. I just felt like I grew up with my class, and I should graduate with my class. You know, experience senioritis and stuff," Gordo explained.
The principal smiled, "That is completely understandable. Now, if you have nothing else to discuss, it is the first day of school, you know, and as principal, I have a few things to take care of. It was nice talking to you, Mr. Gordon!" He left.
Gordo sighed and went to pick up his schedule. As requested and after persuading a few teachers, it was identical to Lizzie's. There, he had his more than one elective made up. His technicality of not being able to complete math was small, so he was allowed to sit in the Pre-calculus class and aide the teacher. How did he know which classes Lizzie was taking? Simple, he helped with freshman the Friday before and got to take a peek at some of the schedules. His original schedule had him take AP Calculus and another AP class. He talked the math teacher into letting him aide for the math credit, and switched out of his AP class to get into the math class, which gave him another extra free period, which was against school policy, so he filled his old free period with music.
Some might call this obsessive. In fact, Gordo admitted this was obsessive behavior, but he was in love. He wanted Lizzie, and if he couldn't date Lizzie, he wanted to at least be able to see her as much as possible, and try to date Lizzie.
Gordo walked to his locker and noticed it was just around the corner from Lizzie's. This was cool. This way, he would be not too far, yet at the same time, not too close. Too close would creep her out and too far just wouldn't be good. A lot of things happen at a locker that is dramatic and life changing. Someone can ask you out, you can get dumped by your locker, you can meet new people, and someone can steal your English book in your locker. You start a year filling a locker with fresh notebooks and new textbooks. At the end of the year, you clean your loose papers and notebooks that are falling apart out of your lockers. Yep, the lockers were perfect.
He started organizing his locker, which was on the top, and after he finished organizing his locker, he added one final touch: he taped a picture of Lizzie, Miranda and him on the inside door of his locker, and then shut it and locked it. He then took his book bag and started heading for the art room. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going, and bumped into someone, a girl from a lower class. This caused her to knock her books out of her hands. "I am so sorry," Gordo said as he leaned down to help her pick the books up.
"I-its okay," the girl said, helping him with the books, "Its my first day in a brand new high school. I am surprised it didn't happen sooner."
Gordo smiled as he handed her books to her and stood up. She stood up as well, "So, where are you from?" Gordo said.
The girl gave him a puzzled look. "What?"
"I thought you said you were new."
"Oh! yeah I am new to this school, I have just been home schooled," she explained.
"Cool. What grade are you in?"
"I am a sophomore this year. What about you?"
"Senior," Gordo said.
The girl's eyes widened as if she couldn't believe she was talking to a senior.
"Are you okay?" Gordo asked, noticing her eyes.
"Y-yeah. I am sorry. It's just-nothing. I am sorry. I don't think I ever introduced myself. I am Ashley Hunter," the girl said.
Gordo smiled, "Hi, Ashley. I am David Gordon. It was nice meeting you. Do you need any help getting to your first class?"
"I don't know. Where is science lab number four?"
Gordo explained to her where the labs were and walked into ceramics. Little did he know, Lizzie McGuire walked out of the bathroom with Miranda and saw Gordo talk to this girl.
"Miranda," Lizzie stopped, "Do you know that girl Gordo was talking with?"
Miranda looked and shook her head, "nope. It looks like Gordo has made a new friend, though."
Lizzie nodded her head, "Yeah, well, good for Gordo. This year should be especially easy for him, and it is good to see that he isn't so tense."
Miranda noticed how Lizzie's tone in her voice didn't sound very sincere. "Well, I should get going to French. Uh, I guess I will see you during lunch?"
"Yeah," Lizzie said, "see you during lunch!" Lizzie was still looking at Gordo and the girl. The girl was walking away when Lizzie started toward ceramics. She saw that Gordo walked into ceramics. Lizzie took a deep breath and smiled as she walked into the room. She saw Gordo and pretended to look surprised. "Gordo! I feel like I haven't seen you in ages! What a pleasant surprise! Are you taking ceramics?"
"Lizzie! Uh, yeah, I am taking ceramics. Are you?"
Lizzie nodded her head and sat down next to him, "Good to know I have a friend in this class. I thought I would be bored to tears," Lizzie muttered.
Gordo laughed, "Well, the feeling is mutual."
Before they could say anything else, the class had begun.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire.
Chapter Two
Miranda pulled into Lizzie's driveway in her dad's convertible. She honked the horn.
A minute or two later, Lizzie walked out the front door. She waved to her friend and hopped in her car.
"Ready for our senior year?" Miranda asked as she drove off.
"I never felt more ready in my life!" Lizzie said.
They listened to music and sang along with it as they drove to school. Once they were at school, they went to go pick up their schedules.
Miranda had to take French another year, Calculus, British Literature, AP History, and art. She also had a free period. She did not take a language her freshman or sophomore year, so she had to make up the language course, and she wanted AP credit, so she took history.
Lizzie's schedule was more flexible, with more electives, however. She took a writing course at UCLA that summer, as well as an extra literature course, so she did not have to take English. She had to take Ceramics, Pre-Calculus, Drawing, Historical movies, and music. Like almost every other senior, she had a free period as well. Miranda and Lizzie did not have any classes together.
After looking at their schedules, Lizzie and Miranda walked away to their lockers, talking and complaining that nothing coincided with anything as far as their schedules were concerned.
Meanwhile, just coming out of the principal's office was Gordo. "Now, Mr. Gordon, I am surprised to see you return after those three years of thinking you would be through. We are, however, glad to see you come back to make up the little work you have to make up to graduate," the principal explained.
"Thank you, sir. I am glad to be back. I just felt like I grew up with my class, and I should graduate with my class. You know, experience senioritis and stuff," Gordo explained.
The principal smiled, "That is completely understandable. Now, if you have nothing else to discuss, it is the first day of school, you know, and as principal, I have a few things to take care of. It was nice talking to you, Mr. Gordon!" He left.
Gordo sighed and went to pick up his schedule. As requested and after persuading a few teachers, it was identical to Lizzie's. There, he had his more than one elective made up. His technicality of not being able to complete math was small, so he was allowed to sit in the Pre-calculus class and aide the teacher. How did he know which classes Lizzie was taking? Simple, he helped with freshman the Friday before and got to take a peek at some of the schedules. His original schedule had him take AP Calculus and another AP class. He talked the math teacher into letting him aide for the math credit, and switched out of his AP class to get into the math class, which gave him another extra free period, which was against school policy, so he filled his old free period with music.
Some might call this obsessive. In fact, Gordo admitted this was obsessive behavior, but he was in love. He wanted Lizzie, and if he couldn't date Lizzie, he wanted to at least be able to see her as much as possible, and try to date Lizzie.
Gordo walked to his locker and noticed it was just around the corner from Lizzie's. This was cool. This way, he would be not too far, yet at the same time, not too close. Too close would creep her out and too far just wouldn't be good. A lot of things happen at a locker that is dramatic and life changing. Someone can ask you out, you can get dumped by your locker, you can meet new people, and someone can steal your English book in your locker. You start a year filling a locker with fresh notebooks and new textbooks. At the end of the year, you clean your loose papers and notebooks that are falling apart out of your lockers. Yep, the lockers were perfect.
He started organizing his locker, which was on the top, and after he finished organizing his locker, he added one final touch: he taped a picture of Lizzie, Miranda and him on the inside door of his locker, and then shut it and locked it. He then took his book bag and started heading for the art room. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going, and bumped into someone, a girl from a lower class. This caused her to knock her books out of her hands. "I am so sorry," Gordo said as he leaned down to help her pick the books up.
"I-its okay," the girl said, helping him with the books, "Its my first day in a brand new high school. I am surprised it didn't happen sooner."
Gordo smiled as he handed her books to her and stood up. She stood up as well, "So, where are you from?" Gordo said.
The girl gave him a puzzled look. "What?"
"I thought you said you were new."
"Oh! yeah I am new to this school, I have just been home schooled," she explained.
"Cool. What grade are you in?"
"I am a sophomore this year. What about you?"
"Senior," Gordo said.
The girl's eyes widened as if she couldn't believe she was talking to a senior.
"Are you okay?" Gordo asked, noticing her eyes.
"Y-yeah. I am sorry. It's just-nothing. I am sorry. I don't think I ever introduced myself. I am Ashley Hunter," the girl said.
Gordo smiled, "Hi, Ashley. I am David Gordon. It was nice meeting you. Do you need any help getting to your first class?"
"I don't know. Where is science lab number four?"
Gordo explained to her where the labs were and walked into ceramics. Little did he know, Lizzie McGuire walked out of the bathroom with Miranda and saw Gordo talk to this girl.
"Miranda," Lizzie stopped, "Do you know that girl Gordo was talking with?"
Miranda looked and shook her head, "nope. It looks like Gordo has made a new friend, though."
Lizzie nodded her head, "Yeah, well, good for Gordo. This year should be especially easy for him, and it is good to see that he isn't so tense."
Miranda noticed how Lizzie's tone in her voice didn't sound very sincere. "Well, I should get going to French. Uh, I guess I will see you during lunch?"
"Yeah," Lizzie said, "see you during lunch!" Lizzie was still looking at Gordo and the girl. The girl was walking away when Lizzie started toward ceramics. She saw that Gordo walked into ceramics. Lizzie took a deep breath and smiled as she walked into the room. She saw Gordo and pretended to look surprised. "Gordo! I feel like I haven't seen you in ages! What a pleasant surprise! Are you taking ceramics?"
"Lizzie! Uh, yeah, I am taking ceramics. Are you?"
Lizzie nodded her head and sat down next to him, "Good to know I have a friend in this class. I thought I would be bored to tears," Lizzie muttered.
Gordo laughed, "Well, the feeling is mutual."
Before they could say anything else, the class had begun.