Brainy would silently sneak around and watch the girl of his dreams while trying to build up the courage to tell her he liked her. The feeling of being dirty always made it's self known when he was close enough to hear her. Listening into the poetry she had in her heart, it's always so beautiful. It made him want to be the one she spoke of.

The shame was next, just knowing her heart belong to another makes him wonder why he doesn't just leave well enough alone.

Brainy was sitting on the floor fixing his glasses. Once again he came off as a creep, and once again, she punched him for being a creep.
With a sigh he put his glasses back on and stood and turned the corner only to come face to face with the one who wasn't ment to know; Arnold.

Arnold stood there frozen. Back against the wall blushing, as the world revealed it's best kept secret to him.

All he wanted was to get something forgotten out of his locker. But hearing his name made him pause.
"...oh my golden haired savant, how I love you. My Arnold, my heavenly football headed daydream why can't you just see how it pains me to be...if only I could be myself and just tell you how I feel..."
Backing up with a flushed face as Brainy snuck up behind the monologuing girl who was crouched behind the hallway trashcan.

Her monologue fell short with his arrival. With well practice ease and a swift punch Brainy fell back. The puch didn't really hurt the guy but it was hard enough to mangle his glasses and bruise his nose. Gathering her stuff with an irritated mumble, she walked away without a glace back.

"Is this a trick?" Arnold whispered.
The other boy stood unmoving.

Brainy could feel the hallway closing menacingly in on him; could almost feel the cold wind whistling past his ears; could see the sides of his vision start to simmer. He felt... trapped.
Everything was going too fast.
Turning around sharply he ran.
He ran, pounding the tiles with his shoes, his breaths coming out loud and fast, as he tried to escape reality.

Not knowing what else to do.
What could he do? It was supposed to be a secret. A secret between just them. And now... Now it was just him and his broken heart.

Arnold watched him go but, didn't move. With a sinking feeling he realized it wasn't a trick.
He felt sweaty, his heart suddenly beating in his throat, choking him.
"Helga likes me?"