As soon as Lizzie got home she ripped off her soiled skirt and threw it on top of the washing machine for Jo to wash when she got home. Then she grabbed her cell phone from the bottom of her cheerleading bag and called Kate. Kate's the only person who understands me, she thought as she waited for Kate to pick up.

"Oh my God, Lizzie, I heard about the cafeteria today," Kate said immediately.

"Can you come over?" Lizzie asked impatiently, as she flipped to Molly's picture in the previous year's yearbook.

"Be there in 10," Kate chirped, hanging up. Lizzie took a black sharpie out of her desk drawer and uncapped it angrily, accidentally drawing a thick black streak on the palm of her hand as she jerked the cap off. SLUT Lizzie scrawled across Molly's perfect face.

Gordo was sitting in his desk in Calculus thinking about Lizzie. He hadn't seen Lizzie so mad in years. What's wrong with her? He wondered, looking out the window at the parking lot. Lizzie's Jetta was gone. He couldn't believe she had actually gone home. It wasn't even that big of a deal. Gordo still felt horrible about it, though. He had tried to console Lizzie, but she was so furious that she hadn't noticed him calling her name as she ran out of the cafeteria. It's not like Molly meant to spill Lizzie's coke, he told himself. Gordo figured it would be best to just let it go. He would talk to her about it all tomorrow.

Kate sat on Lizzie's bed holding Lizzie's hand as Lizzie cried hysterically. "I just can't believe it! I'm a SENIOR! And I'm a cheerleader! And I've just been completely humiliated in front of everyone by a sophomore!" Lizzie sobbed.

"I know," Kate said, rolling her eyes in disgust. "Who does she think she is anyway?"

"Gordo's girlfriend, probably," Lizzie spat out. "She's such a slut. She was ALL over him, Kate. She was totally trying to make him ask her to homecoming."

"Trust me, Gordo will not ask Molly to Homecoming," Kate said quickly. Lizzie kicked her cheerleading bag in frustration.

"I haven't even been asked yet," Lizzie said angrily. Kate decided that it wasn't a good time to mention that Danny had asked Kate this morning. As Lizzie continued to cry and shout expletives, Kate contemplated letting Lizzie in on a little secret that would probably cheer her up. But she decided Lizzie would just have to wait. This surprise was too good to be spoiled.

"Lizzie, don't worry," Kate reassured her. "You're going to get asked."

Molly Parker laughed to herself as she typed an IM to her best friend Caroline later that night.

MissMolly15 (8:13 pm): OMG did you see the look her face? I totally shut her down.

Caro1ineHHSqt (8:13 pm): way 2 go! Why is she still so obsessed with Gordo? She's known him forever. If he liked her he would have asked her out by now.

MissMolly15 (8:14 pm): maybe she'll get the msg when he asks me to homecoming 

MissMolly15 (8:17 pm): hey Gordo ;-)

MissMolly15 (8:20 pm): hellooo?

MissMolly15 (8:26 pm): r u there?

DavidGORDOn signed off at 8:34 pm.

As Lizzie signed on to check her e-mail, the first thing she noticed was that Gordo was online. She looked questioningly at the IM that popped up on her screen.

DavidGORDOn (8:18 pm): hey McGuire

Lizzie started to type a response but decided against it. She didn't feel like talking about what had happened at lunch today. Too late.

DavidGORDOn (8:19 pm): sorry about what happened at lunch today

LoveLizzieMcG (8:20 pm): can we not talk about this right now?

Lizzie felt a hint of satisfaction as she read his last message, but the last thing she wanted to think about right now was the Molly incident. She'd already been crying over it all day. She opened a new IM window and typed a message to Kate.

LoveLizzieMcG (8:19 pm): Gordo apologized.

SexycheerleaderKS (8:19 pm): aww so sweet  told you so

DavidGORDOn (8:22 pm): Lizzie's mad at me. Hopefully after the pep rally tomorrow that will change…

SexycheerleaderKS (8:25 pm): im sure it will! don't worry!

Gordo frowned as he realized that Lizzie wasn't typing anything back to him. Was she really that mad? He finished typing up an important e-mail to Kate and signed off.