The Best Friend…No the Other One

Chapter 8

Miranda's POV

I wake up to my alarm clock; I look at the time, its 6:30. I usually call Lizzie when I get up, to figure out what were wearing and such but this morning I decided not to. I took a deep breath, inhaling the still lingering scent of Gordo's cologne from last night. I miss him so much, even though technically he left a couple hours ago.

I get out of bed and put on the first set of clothes I see. It's a t-shirt I haven't worn in the longest time and a pair of torn jeans. I dress how I feel, forgotten and torn. I grabbed my purse and went downstairs into the kitchen and into the smell of bacon and eggs.

"Good morning sweetie, how'd you sleep?" It was my mother; she was at the stove, cooking the still sizzling bacon in the pan. Of course I wasn't going to tell her the truth, the less she knows the less it will hurt her.

"Good ma, uh I'm going to skip breakfast and meet Lizzie at her house" My mom nodded in agreement and I went out the door. I jumped into the front seat of my Volkswagen Beetle and search through my purse for my phone. I get it out and turn it on. The second it was on, it started to ring. My heart leaped, I answered, it was Lizzie, my hearted dropped. I had planned to avoid Lizzie but I guess it wasn't possible to ignore your best friend.

"Hello" I said a little to breathy.

"What your not happy to see me" No not really.

"No its not that its…I didn't get enough sleep last night" Well, I wasn't lying.

"Oh that's why you didn't call me this morning" Uh…one of the reasons

"Yeah…well Lizzie I got to go…you know talking on the phone and driving is illegal"

"No…but ok, see you in school!" Lizzie McGuire, such a trust worthy friend.

"Ok…uh bye" Finally. I hang up my phone and throw it in my purse that is in the seat next to me and then I was off.

I reached the school; it was about 7:00. I took my time in my car, looking in the mirror, I had dark circles under my eyes. Then I decided I should listen to the radio… Taking Back Sunday was on one station. Bleh, their a little to screamo for me but I connected to the lyrics of this song, I think it was called Bike Scene. I turned off the radio at the end of the song and walked to the building with purse in hand.

I walked to my locker; Lizzie was already there, waiting for me.

"Hi Randi!" She said a little too cutesy for my mood.

"Hey" was my only reply, avoiding eye contact.

"What's up?" I gave her 'the look' that tells her that I don't want to talk about it.

"Oh… well you'll never believe what happened to me yesterday. You know that guy from the football team well…" At this point I drifted away and listened in on other people's conversations. I saw Kate and Claire talking a couple lockers away.

"Well did you do it?" Claire said a little to anxiously to Kate.

She nodded and said "Yup I put the note in his locker this morning when I got here." Both her and Claire squeal and that just puts me off and I search for another interesting conversation until Lizzie says, "Miranda are you listening to me?"

"Uh yeah, football player…cute…etc…etc" She gives me a questionable look and say "Are your sure you don't want to…" and then I was saved by the bell…literally.

"Uhh English class, lets go" Then we walk to English class without saying a word to each other.

The class went on forever and I didn't pay any attention to anything until he walked in. He walked in 20 minutes late it looked like he got hit by a truck. He sat in the back of the room. I didn't dare look back at him. I just stared at my notebook and concentrated on not looking at him.

Then Lizzie threw a note at me and it said:

What's up with Gordo?

I tried to play dumb and wrote:

What do you mean?

She gave me a look and wrote:

Yeah right…you can't play dumb with me Miranda. Is something up with you and Gordo? Cuz he just sat in the back without even saying hi or anything.

I silently sighed, Lizzie was smarter than I thought or I was making obvious. I tried to think of something to change the subject and then I wrote:

I dunno Lizzie. Uh do you have a pad? I think it's almost that time of the month.

She nodded and handed me one, I stuffed the pad in my purse, even though I didn't need it. She dropped the Gordo situation and continued to 'pay attention' to the lesson.

"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 look to the back of the room for the first time and see him with his notebook in hand. I see Gordo looking at me; he too had dark circles under his eyes.