A/N: Inspired partly by 'Hot Mess' by Cobra Starship. I've got a few chapters already written out but I'm posting this to see how you all like it to decide if I'm going to post it on here or just write it for my own amusement xD
Her head was pounding, her body was tangled in the bed sheets and her clothes from the night before were still on. Her high heels were kicked off at the foot of the bed- as if she had fallen in to bed with them on and then kicked them off at some point during the night.
"Wake up Helga." The voice would have sounded normal to a sober person but to the hung over blonde it sounded like they were talking through a megaphone.
"Shut up." She mumbled and kept her face buried in the covers.
"You do not tell me to shut up you brat." Olga. Great. Helga scowled and managed to turn on to her side, glaring at her older sister.
"Go away." The blinds of her window went up and Helga winced, turning away.
"You're not missing school again, so shower and change out of that sorry excuse for clothing and get your butt out of this house."
Helga remembered when Olga used to be so sickly sweet it made Helga sick. Now she was just a bitch. Once she left the room Helga sighed and pulled herself up. She didn't even remember last night or the weekend for that matter. Was it Monday already?
Helga looked down at her clothing. Short skirt, short top. She dragged herself to the bathroom and stood under the water for a long moment. When Helga really thought about it, she wasn't sure what made her this way. That was a lie, if she spent enough time she knew.
She downed some Tylenol and then changed into a pair of jeans and a pink tank top with a pink jacket before driving to the high school. She had absolutely no desire to sit in classes today. Still, Helga also didn't want to hear it from Olga either.
Olga had taken her in after their parents skipped down while Helga was in middle school. This was a nicer part of New York but Helga hated being away from old gang. The only one she had kept in contact with was Phoebe but over the years that had faded too.
Helga sat in her car for a moment and closed her eyes, willing away the sudden flood of tears that wanted to come. After she calmed down she walked up to the school and stepped in to the office to check in.
"Yes ma'am." A boy was saying at the front desk.
"Here's a map of the school." The lady, Ms. Sue, was saying. A new student? They didn't get many new students so close to the middle of the semester. Then her eyes landed on Helga. "Ms. Pataki. I'm glad you decided to show up today. You can show Gerald here to his first class. You share it."
Helga was about to snap at her but then blinked. Gerald? That couldn't be…her eyes moved to the boy again to take a better look. "Gerald?"
"Helga?" Gerald turned to look at her. He hadn't seen her since she left Hillwood in middle school. Was it weird if he admitted she looked beautiful? A little rough around the edges maybe…like she'd had a wild weekend or something.
"What are you staring at?" Helga snapped at him, ignoring the look from Ms. Sue
"Sorry, sorry nothing." He offered her a smile. "Just surprised to see you is all. So…first class?"
"Surprised to see you too." Helga admitted and then nodded. "First class. History." She wrinkled her nose.
Afternoon
Helga was still confused about why Gerald was at this school and not the one closer to Hillwood but the only class they shared was their first one. Her headache was coming back so she figured she would skip the rest of the school day. Maybe she could try to get a hold of Phoebe.
"Helga, wait up." It was Gerald. What did he want?
Helga turned and shifted her pack a bit, watching him. "What Gerald?"
Gerald studied her briefly again, yeah that must have been some weekend. "How've you been?" He said finally. "It's been a long time."
"It has." She agreed. "And I've been perfectly fine." Helga easily lied. She was so far from even fine that she didn't want to admit it. She was silent for a minute, it was weird attempting at a conversation with him. "Uhm, how about you?"
"Good, up until a few months ago." Gerald shrugged. "Where are you off to?"
Until a few months ago? Helga almost asked him what happened but then shook it off. "Uh, going home…I'm not feeling good."
"Oh? Feel better. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"I guess. I'll be here." Helga gave him a thin smile before turning to head out to her car.
