A/N:Flashbacks and notes are always in Italic...

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The Best Friend…No the Other One

Chapter 10

Miranda's POV

Every time I turned around, I saw his face. And in just a flash he was gone. That happened all day and all day Lizzie kept asking what's wrong.

"Randi you can tell me, we're best friends" She said in the most innocent voice she could use.

"I know Lizzie, but why don't you ask Gordo...since he's the man with all the answers." I felt kinda bad putting everything on him but then I believed he deserved it.

"Fine..." Then she started to walk away but I barely heard her mumble "I will figure out what is wrong with you two"

I just laughed. Poor Lizzie caught in the middle, even though, technically, she started it. I was about to turn to go to my locker when, out of all people, Kate was in front of me.

"Hi Miranda!" Kate isn't the type of person who comes up to a person she shuns for 5 years and then out of no where starts to talk to them again. So, obviously, she has a motive.

"Yes, Kate" I said less enthusiastically then she.

"Well Ethan told me that Gordo was upset today...Do you know why?" God, am I his keeper?

"No Kate, I do not know. Why do you care anyway?" She gave me a suspicious look.

"Uh...no reason" And with that she turned around and walked away.

After that very intelligent conversation, I went to my locker and then to my car. I stood in front of the car for a good five minutes, just thinking about the day I picked it.

"You want a beetle!" with that comment he made a grimaced face. I playfully punched him on the arm.

"Yes I do, Mr Gordon" He gave me a hilarious look.

"Since when do you call me Mr. Gordon." He said while we both entered my future beetle.

"Since now, that's when" I giggled and he just gave me the infamous Gordo smile.

Then I snapped back into reality and then unlocked my car. I slide into the front seat, throwing my purse into the seat next to me and went home.

I parked my car in my driveway and walked into the house. I cautiously opened the front door, trying to avoid all parental contact.

"Hi honey!" I turned around, it was my dad, looking a little to happy.

"Hey dad" Why is everyone always so freakishly happy when I'm upset?

"How was school honey?"

"It was fine...I-uh- need to do some homework" And with that I ran up the steps, into my room and locked the door.

I threw my purse on the floor and started pacing. Why does he always do this to me? Making me pace when every time I think about what happened. I know I made a mistake by saying what I said, but I wasn't thinking it wasn't my fault. It wasn't my fault...it wasn't my fault.