Rhonda's Revenge

Chapter 1

Knowing

A/N Alright I've started up with a new beta, so my other works may be a little laggish in updates right now, but I promise you geek baits that I'll post new stuff as soon as it's ready. In the mean time, I think I'll start posting some of my shorter works to keep you people entertained. So enjoy.

Disclaimer-Maybe I should just write this on my profile as many times as they ask for it. I don't own Hey Arnold, if I did TJM would've been made, there'd be a sixth and seventh season at the very least, and I'd be dancing the 'I'm crazy' dance in the foyer of my awesome mansion.

Tick, tick, tick, tick, BRIIIINNNGGG

After another long day of learning at PS 118; a boy with a football shaped head walks out of school with his best friend walking right beside him. The boy was wearing his standard blue shirt but with one noticeable difference, and that difference was a large black stain in both the front and back.

"You know, Arnold, after a day like today, any normal person would be plotting revenge for the things that Helga did. I mean she seemed extra volatile today."

Arnold just stared at his best friend. "Volatile? Kind of a big word for you, you been hanging out with Phoebe a lot more recently, huh?"

"Don't change the subject." A blush started creeping onto her face

"Right. Well, I heard from Sheena that she overheard what Helga said on the bus this morning. Apparently Olga's been home for the last couple of days and she's been trying to get a teaching job closer to home." Arnold frowned briefly at the last words that came from his mouth. He himself had no problems with Olga, but her being home made it more difficult for him at school.

"Which means we may need to get used to the new Helga, right?" Gerald looked his best friend in the eyes when he said this. "Cause it wasn't just you she lost it on today. She was being meaner to everyone In general. Heck, Harold's probably still trying to get the rest of that 'tuna fish surprise' off of his clothes."

"So she was treating me worse than usual and probably started treating others like how she used to treat me in other words."

"Pretty much, though she's been leaving me alone for some weird reason; Phoebe probably asked her not to kill me." Arnold looked like he was about to say something else, but Gerald shot him one of those looks that said 'don't even ask.'

"Don't worry about it too much, Helga always finds some way of chasing Olga off. I just hope she does it soon. Why does she hate her sister so much anyway? I mean from what we saw she was always so nice."

"Beats me Arnold we'll just need to take it one step at a time."

"What do you mean- Oof." Arnold ran into someone as he turned a corner before he heard a familiar scowl and retort.

"Arnold!" Helga went wide eyed for a few seconds before she recomposed herself. 'You'd think that I'd be used to this by now.'"I… mean… watch where you're going, football head." She regained her usual bully composure.

"Nice bumping into you to Helga." Arnold looked annoyed as he dusted himself off.

"Whatever. Just stop bumping into me all the time." She spoke as she left for her house down the street Arnold and Gerald just came from.

"See?" Gerald asked matter-of-factly. He had his hands out in the direction she went.

"That was actually normal," Arnold pointed out. "We seem to bump into each other a lot, and the response she gives is usually the same."

"Whatever, Arnold. Just remember to keep your distance until Olga goes home. That way we can keep you from receiving bodily harm." He eyed his best friend carefully.

"You're too harsh on her, Gerald. I mean it's true that she's mean on a regular basis, but she's been known to have her nicer moments to. I'm sure if we talk to her we can get to calm down a bit." Arnold said with those ever hopeful eyes. Gerald just stared at him skeptically.

"You're a bold kid Arnold, Crazy, but bold."

"Rhonda, I don't know what you expect from her, she always gets like this when her sister's around. I don't get why you always get so uptight." Nadine was walking out with a bubble gummed Rhonda. Thanks to a prank that Helga pulled earlier in the day, Rhonda's hair was now coated with the sticky stuff.

"Uptight? These beautiful locks of mine are going to have to be shaved off to get this stuff out of my head and you think I'm uptight?" Rhonda was still furious over the whole situation.

"Alright, so you do have reason to me angry at her," Nadine was a little hurt from her best friend snapping at her. "Just don't forget, you can't exactly do much against her, she can beat you up without much difficulty, the brains of P.S.118's smartest kid, and there isn't anything we can use to blackmail her with." Nadine looked ahead and saw where they had to part ways. There houses were on opposite ends of the neighborhood, so they often split-up about half way through there walk home.

"I know, I think the reason she pulls all of these pranks is cause she knows others can't do the same to her. Mommy and Daddy can't even buy her family off cause they have their own business. They said that, and I quote, 'The day that Big Bob Pataki sells the beeper emporium is the day you pry it from my cold dead hands.' I've tried everything and it seems like nothing ever works. I guess I'll just see you later Nadine, I don't want to bight your head off again and I'd rather cut this hair off in the dignity of my own home." Nadine nodded and left at the intersection, bidding a fond farewell to her friend.

"Just great, Helga I hope you get all of what's coming to y-" before she could finish her though, she spotted a familiar sight; Arnold bumping into Helga, Helga insulting him, and Helga walking off. She was looking even more annoyed. 'Does she ever change at all, I mean, come o-.' Then she noticed something odd. Helga was coming back and looked like she was starting to follow Arnold maintaining a safe distance so she wouldn't be spotted. 'This is interesting; maybe I should follow to see what she's up to.' She began following the follower, using the same style set by her shifty classmate. She was too far away to hear what Arnold was saying but she didn't dare get any closer. She saw that after a few moments of moving from lamppost to behind garbage cans Helga ducked into a small alleyway and hid behind a dumpster.

"Oh, Arnold, you honestly think I'm not that bad, maybe you do see through this cold bully exterior of mine to see the goodness buried beneath. Oh my angel, why can't actually show this side to you and be nice for once, openly nice as opposed to your day to day torment." She looked like she was holding something bus Rhonda couldn't make out what it was.

'This voice… is that really Helga, she talking so, so nicely about Arnold, is she… no-no-no-no-no-no-no… that is not possible, I mean come on, really.'

"Oh, my darling angel, I know that you deserve someone so much better than me but I can't seem to bring myself to give up, every time I try, I feel more empty inside then I could ever hope to bare, if I truly loved you, I wouldn't be so cruel to you, I always feel so ashamed that I seem to cling to the secret of my love for you more than actually showing you the love and adoration someone like you deserves."

'Love… as in LOVE, love … that's kind of a strong emotion for a nine year old… especially one that seemed as uncaring as Helga.' Helga continued on with her monologue.

"Oh well, I can't exactly do much about it right now. As long as Olga's home the only emotion I might be able to get out is anger. I can't restrain myself when she's around, I guess for now I'll just have to take comfort in the fact that no one else knows about my secret… at least… no one I don't trust. If the school found out how much of a love-sick loon I was I'd probably be laughed out of the city…" Before she could say anything else she began to hear faint wheezing, she looked around and saw Brainy poking his head out of a trash can, he got hit hard by Old Betsy before she left the ally the opposite way of where she came in. Rhonda just stood there in awe for a few moments before making herself even remotely visible. A plethora of emotions seemed to be passing over face before it finally decided to rest on one, an evil grin formed from her lips.

"Oh, this is just too good."

A/N Alright you chuckleheads don't forget to read, review, and praise my awesomeness as future world ruler, Also tell me if you think that I made Rhonda sound ok, it's hard to get into a rich persons character (snooty).