Fast Times at Hillridge High

Okay, I'm not really getting any reviews so I'm not sure if anyone's reading….. So I guess I'll write this chapter and then wait a few days to update... Lately I've been updating, like, everyday, so I guess I'll start waiting a while before I update.

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PARKER'S POV

I stood in my closet, frustrated. I have a walk in closet, which is seperate from the room I keep my Gordo stuff in. I'm supposed to be at Gordo's house intwenty-five minutes, and I still don't have anything to wear. Lately, I've just been wearing a pair of tight jeans and a sweatshirt or a shapeless t-shirt to school. I haven't seen any point to dress up, since I had no one to dress up for. Until now. This is my oppurtunity to get Gordo. And I know it sounds desperate, but I'll do almost anything to get him. I'm desperate, but I can't make it seem that way to him, or especially Lizzie.I need to just seemfriendly, which might be a major problem for me.

Up until this school year, pretty much, I'd been super friendly and popular. I was one of those girls in the popular groups thatnerdy girls look at and envy, because wewore super-mini skirts and tiny tops, and got away with it. I was part of the group that always talked about what a slut another member of the group was, even though we were all pretty fast. Now, those girls look down on me, and talk about me. It's just that, after what happened in Italy, I haven't felt a need, a purpose. Now I have a goal: get Gordo.

I know that I need to dress better, sexier, to get Gordo. But I can't make it obvious. I need to gradually change my looks, until I'm back up to how I looked in eighth grade. So I pulled out a small pink tank with rhinestones around the edges from the section of my closet that has the clothes I don't wear anymore. The Pretty Parker clothes. I put it on, and looked in the mirror. Perfect. The top was so different from what I've been wearing lately, that I decided to just wear a pair of jeans instead of going full out and rocking one of my mini-skirts from last year. But the pair of jeans that I put on are the tightest pair I own.

I looked in the mirror I left. My brunette hair was down, long and perfect and flowing past my shoulders. My face wasn't really made up; I looked better than I lately did because I was excited that infifteen minutes, I would be seeing Gordo. I just had on a touch of taupe eyeshadow, a bit of mascara, and my mouth was perfectly done with shiny coral lipgloss. I took one last glance at myself, and then walked out the door.

It's not really a long walk to get to Gordo's house. Now that my parents have become Mr. and Mrs. Businessman and woman USA, we live in a really nice neighborhood, upper middle class. We live about fifteen minutes away from Gordo, if you're walking, and he lives in an upper upper middle class neighborhood, where the houses are a bit bigger. Claire also live around there, but a bit farther away. Claire is really rich, maybe the richest person I actually know. In the neighborhood she lives in, the houses are gigantic!

Even though it's not a long walk to Gordo's house, I walked really slowly. I know that if I'm going to get Gordo to like me, I need to stop seeming so needy. So by the time I got to his doorstep, I figured I was about ten minutes later than I said I would come. I straightened out my shirt, rang the doorbell, and then stepped back a bit.

"Hey, Paker." Gordoopened the door, and then I saw his eyes change a bit. "Wow, you look nice, different. I like your shirt."

"Thanks," I said, giving him a small smile. I knew he was a bit taken aback, after sitting next to me for almost two months and seeing me in nothing but red, blue, black and gray t-shirts or sweatshirts. And I know I was wearing a little tank top, one that I hadn't worn since middle school, back when Gordo had a thing for me. I hoped I wasn't overdoing it, wearing that shirt out of the clear blue.

But Gordo didn't act if anything was weird, even if he did stare at my chest a little but longer than is polite. My chest is my best asset; starting in eighth , it grew bigger while the rest of my body stayed the same size. But even though he only stared for a second longer than necessary, I felt like it was a personal victory!

"Come on up." He said, andgestured for me to follow him as he turned away from me and headed up the stairway.

"Okay." I said quietly, and softly shut the front door behind me. I looked at Gordo as he walked up the long staircase that led to the second floor of his house. I hear Claire's house has three huge floors. I started up the stairs behind him, jogging a little to catch up with him. He walked down a hallway.

"My parent's rooms are down that way." Gordo said, pointing to a hallway leading to the opposite direction.

"Cool," I said, and gave asmall laugh."At my house, My parents are down the hall from me too, but my house isn't quite as big as yours, so we're not that far away."

Gordo gave a little laugh, and then turned into a bedroom. We walked in, and I looked around, trying to hide my excitement. I'd fantasized about Gordo and I together, alone, in his bedroom before. The bedroom I'd pictured in my dreams wasn't exactly what his room was like though. It was a large room with pale yellow walls and brown wood trim along the top of the ceiling, giving the room a bright look.In the lefthand corner of his room was a king sized bed with a navy blue comforter on it and three or four large navy blue pillows. On the right wall of his room was a giant desk, on which he had a computer and a whole bunch of papers. His tv was against the same wall as the door is, on the left side.

Gordo went over to his computer desk and sat down in his chair. He patted the chair beside him, gesturing for me to sit down.

"Ready to get to work?"