Disclaimer: I do not own Taking Back Sunday or any of their lyrics…I wish I did though. 

The Best Friend…No the Other One

Chapter 7

Gordo's POV

I wake up to the sun shining in my eyes, realizing I had only fallen asleep a measly 2 hours. I sit up, look at my radio clock at it is 7:25, I jump into the front seat and drive to school as fast as I could, only having 5 minutes to get there.

I park my car in the student parking lot, look at the clock again, its 7:45. I was already late so I took my time. I grabbed my phone from the seat and turned it on, I had no messages. I looked at myself in the rear view mirror; I had dark circles under my eyes. I looked at my clothes; they were wrinkled from the rain and the way I slept.

I got out of the car and opened the trunk. I always keep extra clothes in my trunk, just in case. I pulled out a t-shirt, that I barely remembered, and put it on. It was a little tight but I really didn't care. I grabbed my backpack from the trunk and walked into the building with my backpack dragging behind.

I walk into the school, the hallways were deserted, I go to my locker, open it and there was a note inside. Automatically I expect it to be Miranda, I open it, it says:

Dear David,

I know we haven't been the best of friends and sometimes we even want to kill each other but I really like you. I know this is kind of out of nowhere but I actually think I love you. You're the only person I can talk to without being judged. You just understand me by looking into my eyes. David I want to hate you so bad but I can't stop it. You got this silly way of keeping me on the edge of my seat. I love you so much that you got me quoting Taking Back Sunday and I don't even like them. God Gordo don't you understand, you got me hurting so bad.

Meet me in front of the Digital Bean at 10:00

It never said who it was from, I crumbled the note into my pocket and slammed shut my locker.

I walked into English class and took a seat in the back of the room, right next to Ethan. Miranda was two rows in front of me. I usually sit right next to her, with Lizzie on the other side of me but I didn't want to deal with either of them right now. I didn't pay attention to anything the whole period. I just kept doodling in my notebook; I doodled meaningless lyrics that I once believed in. I didn't even notice when Ethan snatched my notebook from me.

"Damn Gordo. What's with these lyrics?" I snapped back into reality and stared at him, trying to figure out what he just said. "Huh?"

"These lyrics, man, there just so…" I just stare at Ethan's face picturing his pea-sized brain frying trying to find the word to describe my empty words that filled the page.

"Depressing, miserable, dejected, crestfallen…emo" I said trying to save the few brain cells he had left.

"Yeah…there upsetting" Wow…Ethan Craft used a three syllable word correctively.

"Well that's how I feel," I said, while I snatched my notebook back from Ethan.

"Mr. Gordon, Mr. Craft… do you have anything to share with the class, since your conversation seems so important that it can't wait until the periods over." I looked toward the front of the class for the first time, all period. I saw Miranda look at me…she still had that same look from last night; she too had dark circles under her eyes.