Title: Middle School Jealousy

Summary: Helga's in love! And apparently, this guy's way more easier to talk to than Arnold. They quickly start dating and build up their relationship. But is he really who Helga thinks he is? Arnold decides to help her, supposedly the only reason being he wants to help is because it's for his 'community service.'

Pairings: Arnold/Helga, Bryan(OC)/Helga

Chapter 1

The Prologue - Introductions

It was a normal day in New York. Kids at school, parents at work, birds hanging out at the park. Lots of new things happen everyday, and today, specifically, something was about to happen at Hillwood Middle School.

In Arnold Shortman's class, everything was just chaotic, and the teacher wasn't even there yet.

"Take that, McDougall!" A certain, blonde-haired girl with her pigtails tied up with pink ribbons flung an eraser at Ruth, using a slingshot. Seeing that she had hit her, she laughed heartily, sitting on top of her desk.

"Damn you, Pataki," Ruth muttered under her breath. She stared down at the table in front of her, mumbling curses. Ruth had been held back a couple of times, so she was now in the same grade as Helga G. Pataki.

"...And then, this lady just comes and walks past me, bumping into my shoulder! She made me spill juice all over my new outfit!" Rhonda Lloyd, the school's new fashion diva, was telling her friends about what had happened to her just the day before, keeping them up to date.

"Well, I'm sure she didn't mean to do that," said Sheena, who was always against violence. "Didn't she apologize?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't change the fact that she ruined my new clothes, now, does it?"

Sheena shrugged.

"Go long!" Harold Berman shouted, holding his football up in the air. He motioned to Sid.

The boy wearing a black, leather jacket, yelled back, "Ready - aim - fire!" The ball was tossed, but he wasn't able to catch it. Instead, it hit Gerald's hair, and fell on the floor.

"Hey! Watch it, man!" After giving the two boys an annoyed look, he turned back to Phoebe and continued chatting with her.

The football rolled on the ground, right next to the chair of a girl with her hair in two braids. She picked it up and handed it to its owner.

"Here you go, Harold," said Lila Sawyer. She wore a green tank top with a matching mini-skirt. "I think you dropped this."

"Yeah. Thanks Lila," he said quickly, taking the ball from her hands.

"Why, you're ever so welcome!" She got back on her seat and watched as he threw it higher this time, and it landed in the hands of Sid.

Meanwhile, Helga had prepared to launch another attack. She attacched a pencil to the string of her slingshot.

"No eating in class." The pencil flew, the tip of it getting stuck on the plastic cup of Stinky's lemonade pudding.

"Hey! I reckon you got the lead into my pudding! I spent a dollar and forty cents on this, and now I can't enjoy it!"

"Oh, quit crying. If you had chosen to eat it at lunch period, like you should've, maybe a pencil wouldn't have gotten stuck on the side of it." Then she saw his eyes watering up. Sighing, she said, "All right, fine, I'm sorry. You're seriously making me feel guilty here. I'll pay you back at lunch. Deal?"

He smiled and gave her a thumbs-up.

"Ahahahaha!" A boy with black hair wearing red-framed glasses was standing up, balancing a pen on his nose. "I am the master at balancing!" A few other kids around him clapped and cheered him on.

And that's when the door creaked open. Of course, it was none other than their homeroom teacher, Ms. Alita. Everyone noticed her, but kept on talking anyways. They did, however, get back to their seats. She wasn't really the type to get mad. Sighing at the noisy classroom, she put her bag down on her desk, and couldn't help but feel like she was teaching fourth grade again.

"All right, everyone. Quiet down," she said in a loud, serious tone, folding her arms. There were a few more conversations here and there, but they eventually died down. "Good. Anyways, we have an announcement today. We're going to be recieving a new student."

"I hope it's not another overly-sweet goody two shoes," Helga whispered to Phoebe. "We have enough of those saps around here." Her friend simply nodded, not knowing what else to say.

As if on cue, the door opened, revealing a stranger about their age. The class perked up as he walked in.

"Everyone, this is-"

"Bryan Martinez," he said, standing at next to the teacher. "Great to see everyone so lively on my first day here." He shoved his hands in the pocket of his pants. Maybe it was just his clothes, or the way he smirked while saying that, but there just seemed to be some kind of tension surrounding him. He wore an unzipped, black jacket with white fur around the hood, a simple grey shirt, and dark jeans. "...Now, where do I sit?"

Ms. Alita pointed to an empty desk. "There's one behind Arnold's. Arnold, raise your hand, please."

Pushing some of his black hair out of his eyes, he said, "You mean that kid with the football head?" Helga couldn't help but snicker, but feel sorry for Arnold at the same time.

The teacher rolled her eyes, which isn't something you see most teachers do in front of their class, but was normal for Ms. Alita. "Yes, Bryan, thank you for the update. Now take your seat."

Arnold wasn't too pleased with the new guy right now, but decided to keep looking on the bright side and give him a chance. He watched as he walked past him, then sat down.

"Hey," Arnold said, turning around. "I'm guessing that you might be a little lost when we switch classes since you're new, so, if you want, maybe I can help."

Once again, the smirk reappeared on Bryan's face as he leaned back in his chair. "No thanks, football face." At this, Arnold showed a rather irritated look. "I'll just get Pinky over here to help." He gestured towards the girl next to him.

"I am not anyone's servant, pretty boy," Helga hissed. "I know you're new here and all, so I'll let you off with a warning this time."

"And what happens if I do it again?" He asked, the smile never leaving his face.

"Then you'll have to face Ol' Betsy and the Five Avengers." She cracked her knuckles.

"...Helga, please, just help him," came Phoebe's small voice. Then she added, more quietly, "He just doesn't seem like the type to be... You know, scared of anyone."

"That's because he doesn't know who he's dealing with," Helga replied, though she could feel a bead of sweat on her forehead. Then she said, facing Bryan again, "And would you wipe that stupid smile off your face? Seriously." She put her elbow on her desk, resting her head on the palm of her hand, and began listening to the babbling of her teacher again.

A/N: Sorry, I know, that was really short. I just wanted to get the idea up first. So, this was typed up a while back, so I'm not sure if it's any good. Feel free to tell me what you think.