Lizzie sat back on her bed, thinking back to the last time she had seen Gordo. She wasn't prepared then. She wasn't really ready like she had said she was. But no, this time would be different. This time she'd convince him to stay. Something was missing last time, an adjective, something she couldn't yet put her finger on. She stood up, walking over to her desk. She opened the drawer, pulling out her list of classmates she'd typed up one night. Beside each person's name was a brief description. She slid her finger down the list slowly.

Ian McKay -- Womanizer

She nodded slowly, biting her bottom lip. She knew what she'd have to do. She didn't want to do it-but she wanted Gordo to want to be with her more, right? This was clearly the way to do it. All through high school, her more 'experienced' friends told her that a way to a man's heart was through his pants. Now she had to test that theory.

She gathered her books, scurrying off to class. She had to talk to Ian. She may despise his habits, but she needed to enlist his help.

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Lizzie waslked up to the door to the classroom, glancing at the clock then inside. Ian still had a good four minutes before he'd be late, she didn't think he'd be exactly sitting in a desk quietly. Sure enough, not thirty seconds later there came a clangor from down the hall. From around the corner came a tall, dark-haired young man, his arm around some skinny brunette with too much eyeliner, stumbling on her high heels. She was laughing furiously at something, an empty bottle clanging against her knee. Lizzie drew a shuddering breath as he released her and she found her way into the nearest restroom. Ian on the other hand continued down the hall. Lizzie stepped in front of him.

"I need to talk to you," she said. He looked at her in utter confusion before dropping his books on the floor, patting his chest, touching his hair in a curious matter. "What the hell are you doing?" she whispered.

"Making sure I didn't have a Freaky-Friday moment with my brother Will. You might know him. Crew cut? Sweatervest? Bruise on his ass from the giant stick he shoves up there daily?" Ian said with a cocky grin.

"What is so surprising about me wanting to talk to you?"

"You're just...not that type of girl," Ian insisted, glancing her up and down.

"I need your help,"

"I'm not good in English. Or Trig. Or Science. Or any other class. Will McKay. That's who you are looking for," he said persistantly.

"I don't need help in a class!" Lizzie said, frustrated with his behavior.

"I don't cook, I don't clean, I don't do anything except..." Ian's hazel eyes glanced back towards the bathroom. "And you are not that type of girl," he repeated.

"I need to be," she whispered.

"Why are you whispering?" he asked, in a hushed tone as well.

"Because I feel unholy," she whispered sarcastically. But he didn't catch onto the subtle sarcasm and tipped his head back, laughing.

"See. You're not that type of girl," he repeated for the third time.

"What would that type of girl act like?" she asked curiously.

"I don't know. She'd be drunk or slutty or skip classes or just grab me and make out or something other then stand there like Daddy's little angel, waiting for the bell to ring,"

"I need your help," she insisted.

"With what?"

Lizzie sighed. "I have this boyfriend-he doesn't go to this school, he's over in Connecticut. And he's coming back next week. And he never comes back, he's only coming back because it's Christmas. But..."

"You want him to come back more often?" Ian added in at Lizzie's obvious lack of words.

"Exactly. And me being...not that type of girl-" Ian rose his eyebrows. "I need your help becoming that type of girl,"

"The slutty type?"

"No. They type who can make love to a guy and kiss a guy so that he never wants to leave her,"

Ian thought about this for a moment. "Fine, I can help you," he agreed. Lizzie breathed a sigh of relief. "You do know this means you and me are going to sleep together?" he asked quietly.

"I'll survive the traumatic experience," she whispered back before disappearing into the classroom.

Boo. An update. This chapter is low key, just setting up the plot a bit more. Review if you wish. (Thanks for the people who did review!)