Gordo wrapped his arms around Lizzie's waist as they began their Homecoming King and Queen dance to "Never Had a Dream Come True" by S Club 7. Lizzie rested her head on his shoulder, her blonde hair brushing gently against his arm.

"They're so perfect together," Kate whispered to Claire. Miranda Sanchez watched halfheartedly from the other side of the room. Even though she and Lizzie had made up, she still felt like she was out of their little group. Lizzie and Gordo had always kind of had a thing for each other, and now it looked like they might finally do something about it, and Miranda would feel like even more of a third wheel. She scanned the room for her date, Carlos. Carlos was a great dancer, and a sweet guy, but Miranda wasn't sure if he wanted anything more than friendship. And as crazy as it sounded, she kind of wanted to hold off for Ethan Craft. She looked around, hoping to see Ethan so that he could catch a glimpse of her sexy, tight fitting red dress and professionally done makeup. She spotted him near the middle of the circle of people gathered around Lizzie and Gordo. Ethan had decided he was too cool to take a date to Homecoming, and so he was alone. Miranda approached him, flashing him her most provocative smile.

"Hey Ethan," she said breathily. "Want to dance?" The song had changed to Shake Ya Tailfeather, and Miranda stood in front of Ethan with her arms raised over her head, shaking her ass like a professional.

"Holy shit!" Ethan gasped to Danny Kessler as he started to grind with Miranda. He'd always thought that Miranda was sexy. A little weird, maybe, but hot. As they danced, Molly took her opportunity to whip a flask out of her purse and empty the contents into one of the punch bowls on the table, making sure to keep the other one pure. She dipped her finger in and tasted it. Mmmm. Everclear. The invisible intoxicant, she thought to herself. Then she stood behind the table and began to serve drinks.

Gordo gave Lizzie a quick peck on the cheek and headed to the punch bowls. He was so thirsty. He was smiling to himself as he approached the table. God, Lizzie was amazing..

"Are you having a good time, Gordo?" Gordo's smile faded as he saw Molly standing behind the table, serving punch. She was about the last person he wanted to see.

"Yeah. Lizzie's amazing," he said, hoping she'd get the hint.

"Good! Have fun!" Molly handed him a large cup of punch and took a big gulp. He cringed and looked at his cup. It tasted alcoholic. Gordo shrugged and kept drinking it. He was so thirsty he didn't care, and he seriously doubted that the chaperones would let someone get by with spiking it. He finished his punch and tossed the empty cup into the trash.

An hour later, Lizzie put her hand up to Gordo's forehead.

"Gordo, are you feeling okay?" she asked, looking concerned. Gordo was acting really weird.

"I'm fine," he said, his green eyes bloodshot and glazed over. He hated to lie to Lizzie. He really didn't feel fine. He felt drunk, but he knew Lizzie would be furious if he told her. She had zero tolerance for things like this, and he didn't feel like explaining the whole 'someone must have spiked the punch' thing. Lizzie gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Okay, well I'm going to go to the bathroom," she said. She headed towards the courtyard and outside to the restrooms. Molly watched and then hurried up to Gordo, putting her arm around him.

"Hey there," she whispered. Gordo's head was spinning.

"Lizzie?" he slurred. Molly frowned. Why are you so obsessed with her! She wanted to scream. But she didn't. Gordo had downed at least 3 big cups of punch. She knew he was wasted.

"Mm hmmm," she said. "I'm back."

"That was fast," Gordo mumbled. He felt awful. "I'll be right back," he slurred. He felt like he was going to vomit, and he wanted to be in front of the toilet, not Lizzie, when it happened. "But you can't leave!" Molly said quickly.She took Gordo's face in her hands and glanced towards the bathroom. Lizzie was coming back. She was at the door. As Lizzie walked into the cafeteria, Molly pressed her lips against Gordo's fast, before he could get a good look at her face, and began to French him, right in the middle of everyone. Lizzie's face felt hot and tears immediately sprang to her eyes. Suddenly, Gordo looked over at her and a look of shock registered on his face as he looked back at Molly.

"What the fuck?" he said angrily. "Lizzie!" Lizzie stood in place, outraged.

"How could you do this to me!" she sobbed. Molly smiled with pleasure.

"My bad," she smirked, winking at Lizzie. Lizzie stormed up to her.

"What is your problem!" she yelled. "You've always wanted to tear us apart. You've always been so jealous of me because you're like in love with Gordo. Well congratulations! You did it! You can have him!" She turned to Gordo, looking at him with disappointment as tears streamed down her face. He was swaying in place.

"Are you drunk!" she hissed. Gordo opened his mouth to respond. Suddenly he was hit by a wave of nausea.

"Lizzie… move," he stammered.

"What?" Lizzie asked, not understanding him. Gordo stood in place, motionless, taking deep breaths, but he couldn't stop it. He doubled over andthrew upall over the bottom of Lizzie's dress. Lizzie stared at it in disgust, continuing to cry. Kate, who was watching in a stunned silence, hurried over to Lizzie.

"Come on sweetie," she said gently, glaring at Gordo. "I'll take you home."