I own nothing.

He was suppose to be a rebound.

A simple date with a class clown.

But he turned my world up.. side... down.

I don't get dumped. At least, I didn't. I'm a Wellington- Lloyd. I don't get dumped, but there it stood in black and white text on my cell phone screen.

"It's over."

I read the message again and again. My mind went numb, so did my heart. Everyone looked up to me. I was the most popular girl in school. I was beautiful and rich. How did this happen? It couldn't happen. Never, yet it did. What would happen to my reputation if everyone knew I got dumped by... Sid?

Nadine was laughing at something. I was in a different mindset. Her giggles and snaps barley caught my attention.

"What's up? You're looking at your phone like it grew legs." She was very bright. She surpassed in an area I lacked. I respected that, but she would never know that.

"Nothing." I replied. I couldn't tell her. Hello! What would the school think of me if they knew? I put my phone in my bag, fighting back the tears that no one could ever see.

I looked around the room. Our ages ranged from 17 to 19. Senior year. What a delight, not. I've heard the stories of girls that are prom queen one year and nothing by reunion. Bitter, hopeless shells of their past selves. I hadn't believed them until now. Here I was dumped and standing on a pedestal of people I may never see again.

And all of this a week before prom. I couldn't go alone. I am Rhonda after all. I couldn't just ask every guy in school until one said yes. I had to have some self respect. That left two options: ask for help or go with Curly.

I mentally shuddered at the second option. Don't get me wrong. He isn't a bad guy, but come on! He has been chasing after me since I was nine years old. And though I do like the constant attention and the face Sid makes when he's jealous, Curly is Curly.

He's got more than one screw lose in that messed up head of his. I looked down at my very expansive and name brand shoes. SO, I had to ask for help. If anyone could help, it would be the most unlikely couple in school. Arnold and Helga, but which to ask. I'll just ask both and see whose advice I like more.

The walk to their shared locker (It was Helga's, but Arnold kept his books in there as it was 'closer to the classroom.' No one was even sure where his was anymore.)

I managed to keep my confidence and cool. I started too speak to Arnold first, but Helga wasn't having that, managing to wedge herself between us and holding him close. If the teachers had been near, she would have been reprimanded, but they weren't.

"What do you want, Miss Popularity?" Helga said.

"Helga." Arnold commented. I'm pretty sure he was half punishing her and half answering her question. Arnold barley had a perverted side and it only grew when he was near Helga. Probably in more ways than one.

"I need a date to the prom." I said frankly. No need to beat around the bush.

"Sorry Toots, but he's taken." Helga said using her thumb to point behind her at Arnold, lost in his own little world.

"Not with him. For your information, I got du- du-. Sid and I broke up. And I need your he- hel- assistance finding a new date."

She raised an eyebrow. They were poorly shaped, but at least there was two of them.

She shrugged and answered, "Ask Curly. He's your best bet at having a date in time."

"No, she should just go with friends. There is no shame in being single." Arnold retorted.

Helga frowned. The frown vanished as soon as her eyes met Arnold. Ugh gag me with a spoon.

"Curly it is then." I answered bitterly.

I barley whispered. "Curly, do you want to go to prom with me?" Bad date was better than no date, right?

"Yes, sweet gumdrop." He answered faster than I could turn around. He seemed to have a sixth sense for when I said his name.

"I'll send you the color of my dress. Wear a matching tie. Not a matching suit." I said walking off. Who knew that it would turn into one of the best days of my life.