The Best Friend…No the Other One

Chapter 9

Gordo's POV

The rest of the day left as fast as it came. I left that building I once called a home away from home. I used to be suck a geek, worried about my grades all the time, started to freak if a minus was even close to graze my page. Now it doesn't matter, once I got to high school none of it mattered anymore. I have no idea if it was a growth spur or I just became popular. And if you become popular, failure comes with it. Its like you have to take the good with the bad.

I walked to my car, backpack lagging behind. I reached my car, opened the trunk threw the onced loved bag in the back, and slammed the trunk closed. I walked to the driver side door, my hand on the handle, when I heard her voice.

"Gordo..." I turned around expecting to see Miranda, even though I knew it wasn't her voice.

"What" I retorted sharply, so sharp I believe I actually cut poor little Lizzie McGuire.

"What's wrong Gordo and don't tell me nothing." Oh getting a little temper...maybe little Lizzie should take a nap.

"Nothing Lizzie...Nothings wrong" She gives me a 'yeah right' look which a return with a 'Yes, I am correct' look.

"Fine then what is wrong with Miranda?" I flinch once she said her name. I guess she saw it because then she gave me a look. I don't know what kind of look but it was definitely a girly look.

"I got to go Lizzie, you can call me later if you want" With that I jump into my car and speed away, leaving poor Lizzie in the dust.

I reach my house in record time but I don't want to be there. My parents where most likely not home. There is probably even a note on the fridge saying:

Dear David,

Your fater and I have gone to a convention for the week. There is money on the counter for food.

---Mom

Then there would be a wad of cash on the counter. Probably $200, why so much. Because my parnets trust me, they pay no mind to my behavior, to them I'm still thirteen years old. They do not know eighteen year old David Gordon.

I drive into the driveway, keep the car on while I run into the house to grab the cash on the counter. And yup, there it is, just how I predicted. I grab the cash and jump back into the car. I drive off not knowing where to go.

I turn left, then right, go down two blocks and like autopilot, I pull into Miranda's driveway. Her car is right next to mine. I turn off the engine and climb out of the car. I slam the door shut and just stare up at her window, seeing her silhouette pacing across the window frame.