Hi everyone! For those of you who may not know, this story is a prequel to my first story about Helga Pataki, called Helga's Confession. It starts off on the first day of their third year of high school, when Helga first meets Rodrigo Castile de la Serna. This entire story is based on their friendship and how it develops, but I will also include our other favourites characters and how this kid relates to them.
Each chapter will be like an episode, so this entire series will be, to some extent, in chronological order. I will try my best to upload a new chapter every 1-3 weeks.
Please provide any feedback comments or critiques. Thanks
Throughout this entire story/series, I do not know any of the Hey Arnold! characters. They are owned by Craig Bartlett and Nickelodeon, except Rodrigo Castile, and it is not based on the Lorenzo character.
"Gooodd Morning to all the residents of the city of Hillwood! I am your morning host Kent Patterson for this morning at CTV radio channel. It is a beautiful day on this September 7, the temperature is going to be 90F (32C), a spectacular time for a day at the beach. And for all you kids out there, it is the first day of school which means, well hahaha it sucks to be you right..." *clank*
Helga Pataki, despite being half conscious, gathered enough strength to find one her shoes and tossed it at her radio clock, hitting it right out of her nightstand and onto the floor. It was probably broken, but she didn't care. The radio clock woke her up from a good sleep that she was having. It was not a common occurrence unfortunately, but whenever it came, she would take full advantage of it.
As she was just drifting off to sleep again, the voice of her oldest sister Olga calling her woke her up again, "oohh baby sister, wake up sleepy head, it's time for your first day of school! Aren't you excited? Get ready, I am making breakfast."
"uugghhhh.." Helga groaned. "I'm coming Olga! ugh crimeny."
It has been a little more than two years since Arnold Shortman left Hillwood with his parents. She and the rest of the gang are now entering their 3rd year of high school. By a stroke of luck, all of them managed to enroll in Hillwood High. Whether or not this was a good thing or not, she was still trying to figure that out.
Helga struggled to get out of and find some new clothes to put on. She found a white shirt with a pink strip around it lying on her floor and smelled it. *sniff. "Eh, good enough." she said to herself and put it on.
A lot had changed since they were kids. Helga got rid of her pink and white dress and settled for blue jeans that were often accompanied by shirts or sweaters of various colours, depending on her mood. Her shoes were usually either white or black. She now wore a big blue cap on her head, big enough to cover the pink bow that she refuses to part with: a reminder of her beloved football head. She would often retain her two pigtails, but she would sometimes make it into one. Her also retained her famous unibrow.
As a young teenager, Helga began developing a smooth but somewhat curvy body that unfortunately began catching unwanted attention. She was thin, but not enough to be anorexic. Her chest began to grow, but they remained average small.
After putting on her jeans and shoes, she quickly combed her hair and went downstairs to eat.
Olga Pataki has returned home six months prior, focusing on her new career on becoming an actress. Helga remembers that day well. The day she returned home, it was unexpected. Naturally Big Bob and Miriam were glad to see her, much to the annoyance of Helga, who now felt she will be even more ignored than ever. However, the festivities were cut short when Olga announced that she will be focusing on becoming an actress. Big Bob did not take this news well and pretty soon, Olga fell out of favour with both parents.
Initially Helga enjoyed, almost sadistically, the falling out her sister had with their parents over her career choice. However, it became serious when arguments ensued between them. It was annoying at first, the constant bickering and yelling about the same old topic again. However, two months since Olga's return, during one of their usual squabbles, Big Bob lost his cool and threatened to kick Olga out of his house. Olga was devastated that her own father would do this, but she still refused to bow down to his demands in choosing another career. Whether by being impressed by Olga's defiance, or being sympathetic to her situation, Helga intervened, and in front of Big Bob, lectured him on how this was Olga's decision and not his and if he was serious on actually kicking Olga out of the house, then she was going to be leave too. Seeing this, and seeing how this was upsetting Miriam, Big Bob relented and allowed Olga to stay and to focus on her career.
Although Olga was very grateful for her little sister backing her, this did not fundamentally changed their relationship, but it gave Helga a newfound respect for Olga and seeing as how she was going to live with them for while, it was probably best if they got along well.
As Helga climbed down the stairs, she could smell the food that Olga was making and her mouth began to water. For Helga, this was one of the few benefits in having Olga live with them again. She was not only a great cook, but she also made healthy, yet delicious meals. No longer would Helga struggle to find food for school or dinner when she got home. No more greasy pizzas or Chinese food leftovers, at least not usually.
"Morning Bob." Helga said.
"Morning Olga." grumbled Big Bob.
"It's Helga d...ugh never mind." Helga said as she walked into the kitchen, annoyed that her own dad had still not bothered to learn her name.
Helga's mother, Miriam had already left for her AA meeting. Ever since Olga arrived back, Miriam was finally able to admit to herself and her family about her alcohol addiction and just two months prior, started going to AA meetings.
"Good morning sleepy head. My you look swell today for your first day of school." Olga complimented.
"Gee Olga, thanks." Helga said sarcastically. Swell or beautiful would not be the right use of words to describe Helga at that moment. She looked more like a train had hit her and lived to tell about it.
Regardless, Helga eat her entire breakfast and went back upstairs to gather her school notebooks, pens and pencils. She quickly brushed her teeth and went back downstairs to go out.
"Will you be needing a ride for your first day of school, baby sister?" Olga asked.
"No thanks Olga. I'll just take the bus today, it is a nice day out and I am in no hurry." Helga responded. She went outside and started walking to the bus stop where she had previously arranged to meet up with her best friend Phoebe Heyerdahl.
Meanwhile, a few streets down south from the neighbourhood...
Rodrigo Castile de la Serna was still sleeping soundly on his bed when his mother knocked on his bedroom door and called to him,
"Mi hijo levantate ya. Es la hora para ir a la escuala. No quieres llegar tarde en tu primero dia." (Son, wake up already. It's time to go to school. You do not want to be late on your first day)
"Ok mama, ya estoy despierto" (Ok mom, I'm awake). Rodrigo called out.
Rodrigo was still reeling from last night. He came home very late from a party he had attended with some friends he just met when he settled in Hillwood just two months prior. He was tired, very tired, but it was well worth it.
"Ugh..hijo de…" (Ugh…son of a…), Rodrigo groaned as he struggled to get up.
It took him a few minutes to finally have the strength to get up, take a quick shower and dress up, before doing downstairs to eat breakfast.
"Buenas dias mi amor." (Good morning my love) his mom said to him, as she kissed him on the the cheek.
"Buenas dias mama, hola papa" (Good morning mom, hi dad). Rodrigo responded back.
"Hola mi hijo. Rodrigo, no te olvides que hoy me tienes que ayudar limpiar el garaje. Entones, apenas termina tus clases, necesito que regreses rapido a la casa." (Hi son. Rodrigo, don't forget that you will need to help me clean the garage today. So, as soon as your classes end, come straight home.) His father said to him.
"Chev, papa" (Ok/Cool, Dad) Rodrigo confirmed.
Rodrigo came from a middle-class family. Both of his parents are university educated, having gone to a post-secondary institution both back home and in the United States when they immigrated. His father particularly had been a huge influence on him. Introducing him to the classics of philosophy, the arts, history and the social sciences at an early age, Rodrigo became known as a highly intellectual teenager, ferociously reading any book that he could get his hands on. As a result, his maturity was well beyond his years and like his father, was known for having debates with adults about many of the political and sociological issues of his time. Although not classified as a gifted student, he did really well at school and was generally well liked by both his peers and teachers. Unlike some of his peers, he was not a troublemaker and the few times when he was, it was for good reasons, whether it was to help someone, or to help raise awareness about a particular issue. Certainly this helped him escape from being disciplined at times. He spoke three languages, Spanish and English because of the countries where he resided, and French because he simply wanted to learn it.
As for his personality, he was known to have a dualistic and active nature, depending on the situation. He can either be very sympathetic or diplomatic in one situation, or assertive or direct in another. His patience can also vary, depending on the person and his/her circumstances. Like Arnold, his greatest strength was his observant nature. As he was somewhat introverted, he was a good listener and very observant of people, allowing him to gain access to more information about them, without them directly divulging it.
His clothes varied but they usually consisted of blue jeans, with sometimes ripped knees, a shirt that often had coloured patterns or a one simple colour. He famous trademark was his black fedora hat that he would always wear.
After he ate his breakfast, he kissed both parents on the cheek, as is the custom back home, and went out on his first day to Hillwood High School. Being new to the city, he had not had much time to properly get to know his new neighbourhood, much less the city. He was just thankful that he made a few friends during the summer. He started towards the bus stop, eagerly awaiting to see what new challenges and people he will meet in this city…
Back at the bus stop close to Helga's house…..
As Helga was walking towards the bus stop, she thought about her life during the last two years. They were not pleasant memories…
Arnold had left Hillwood right after they finished 8th grade, during that final summer. Although he informed everyone, including Helga, months prior about his departure, right after he left, Helga was still devastated. During that summer, she completely isolated herself from everyone, even her family. She would only come out of her room when necessary or if her family called her for something. Only Phoebe would remain in contact with her during that time, helping her cope with the loss and her depression. Rhonda, Gerald and everyone else would sometimes call her to see how she was doing, but she would never answer her phone and never called them back. Their only means of communication was through Phoebe, but even she would only provide vague or general information about Helga. Eventually, the calls stopped coming.
When it was time for them to attend high school, Helga was still a wreck, having always thought that she would attend high school with Arnold and perhaps even attend prom together as a couple. However now, she had to deal with the cold, hard truth that that was not to be. The first year of high school was horrible for her. Phoebe had tried her absolute best to help Helga, but by the start of the school year, it had taken a toll on her. When Helga realized this, she made a huge effort to start taking care of herself again by eating more, coming out of her room and even her house more frequently, slowly acknowledging the reality that Arnold was gone now. During their first school year, Helga slowly came out of her depression and required less and less of Phoebe's help. She slowly started hanging out with her friends again, but it was a very slow and gradual process. Often they would not see her for an entire week.
By the end of their first year of high school, Helga started to include herself more into their friends outings. She even started picking up her phone again whenever they would call her. By the start of their second year, she had already come out of her depression, but had lost her creativity and any meaning in her life. Having lost her prime motivation to write, she abandoned her writing of poetry and short stories, having no motivation or even the slightest idea on what to write about. Hoping to counter this, she began to enroll in extracurricular activities after school, hoping to see if this would inspire her. It did not, and she would eventually drop out from them. Frustrated, she just concentrated on her school marks and as a result, obtained good marks during her second year.
Although no longer depressed, she remained aloof about her life. It was one of deep melancholia that often morphed into nihilism. It was not that she did not believe that life was meaningless. She did want to believe in things. She just had nothing worth to strive for. She had no motivation for getting out of bed other than the fact that she had no choice in the matter. She needed to attend school, if not because for her own future, then at the very least it was better than just moping around in her room. She hoped that this year it would be different.
As she approached closer to the bus stop, she was quickly brought out from her thought when she heard Phoebe call to her.
"Good morning Helga, how are doing today?" Phoebe asked her.
"Hey Pheebs, I'm doing ok, how about you?" Helga asked back.
"I'm doing great, thank you. I must admit I am a little excited about this year. We are entering our third year of high school and I am interested to see the new courses we will be attending."
"I suppose." Helga replied back. She was not surprised by Phoebe's excitement. She had asked her yesterday if they can go to school a little early to see where their home class is and what new extracurricular activities there are for this year.
The bus soon approached and they both got on. After a few stops, Rodrigo also hopped on the same bus, but both parties failed to detect each other. Helga and Phoebe both sat at the very back, while Rodrigo sat at the front.
When the bus arrived, all the students got off and made their way into the school. Hillwood High was huge for a high school. It had three floors and it expanded almost an entire block. It contained hundreds of students. It was one of the oldest high schools in the city. Although not a prestigious high school, it did contain good programs that many universities looked for, which was one of the main reasons why everyone in Helga's and Arnold's friends wanted to attend there.
Undeterred, Rodrigo stepped into his new school in order to find the office where he was supposed to pick up his agenda and other school information. However, he quickly got lost and started walking around the school hallway, confused.
Meanwhile, both Helga and Phoebe made their way to the main school gym, where current students were suppose to pick up their school materials and agenda. After doing this, they made their way towards their locker on the second floor, where Gerald was awaiting them. As they approached them, Phoebe ran up to him and said,
"Hi Gerald, how are you?" as she gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Hiya Pheebs, how ya doing?" Gerald asked her, while intentionally ignoring Helga.
It was no secret to anyone that Helga was not Gerald's favorite person, not even making it on the bottom list. Despite trying to improve on their relationships over the years, especially after their time in San Lorenzo, they were never able to completely seal this animosity they had towards each other. Things took a serious low last year, during which both got into an argument over why Helga has not been writing back to Arnold, despite the many pleas from him. Since then, they barely spoke to each other.
Phoebe noticed this and quickly gave him a nudge on his side.
Not wanting to get into any arguments on the first day, he sighed and asked Helga, "Hi Helga, how are you doing?"
Helga had no intention in responding back, but also not wanting to pick a fight so soon into the year, and out of respect for Phoebe, said "Doing just great tall-hair boy, hope you are too."
Not wanting to get caught in the middle, Helga offered Phoebe the chance to go with Gerald and find their home class, while she looked at some of the extracurricular activities. Despite Phoebe's protest, Helga insisted on it and started to walk away from them, but not before saying to them, "see you guys later."
"Come on Pheebs, let's go find our home class. If we find it quickly, you can still go with Helga before class starts." Gerald offered.
Phoebe relented and away they went.
Meanwhile, Rodrigo was still lost and was now getting frustrated. Class was going to start soon and he was nowhere near in finding the Principal's office.
"Oh my god, where is this office? Why did this school have to be so big?" he asked himself.
He had picked up list of extracurricular activities from the ground and started scanning them, but not before seeing that he reached the very end of the school and the hallway was now turning towards the other side of the school, where he was going to go back. As he was scanning the list, he lost his focus on where he was going.
Meanwhile on the other side of the very same hallway, Helga was scanning her classes and was getting annoyed about some of them.
Ugh. I have to still take history class? This is useless. Who the hell is going to take their time memorizing events and years that happened long ago from a bunch of losers that are now all dead? She thought to herself. As she was flustering away at her thoughts, she lost focus on where she was doing.
As both teenagers were about to turn, they failed to notice each other before *Wham!* they slammed into each other, hitting both their heads, but because Rodrigo had started to walk faster, his momentum hit Helga hard enough that she also fell to the floor, hitting her butt and tail bone.
After a few seconds of enduring their head pains, Rodrigo, to his horror realized that had happened and exclaimed, "Oh my god, Miss I am so so sorry are you..."
"Ow crimeny, are you blind?! Why don't you watch where you are going, bucko?!" Helga interjected and cried back.
"I'm sorry, I did not see you there, are you ok?" Rodrigo asked as he also started to pick up Helga's books that fell on the floor with her. He also offered his hand to help Helga up, but she slapped it away and picked herself up.
"Ya, I'm doing just great bucko thanks for the fall. Sheesh where's the fire?" She asked him.
"I was trying to find the Principal's Office, but I got lost and…" Rodrigo attempted to explain before Helga cut him off again.
"The Principal's Office? Well, you were going the wrong guy doofus. The Office is back that way, down that hall, a few doors to your left. Don't miss it….again." Helga instructed him.
Whoa, I as nowhere near it. He thought to himself, then said, "Oh wow, I was really lost then. Thanks a lot Miss…" Rodrigo said before Helga again cut him off.
"Miss? What am I, old? The name's Helga" she barked back.
By now Rodrigo was getting a little annoyed that she was constantly kept interrupting him, but remained calm and said, "What? Old? I said Miss not..ugh never mind. Thanks anyway, Helga."
"Ya ya whatever, just be sure you ask the Principle to get your eyes checked." Helga continued to bark back at him, as she started to walk past him.
"I said I was sorry, ok? It was an accident; I did not mean to bump into you like that." He replied back with a more serious tone.
"Whatever Latino boy, now move it." She said to him.
Latino boy?! That's it! Rodrigo thought as he finally lost his patience. "Sure, I'll have my eyes fixed, but while I am here, I might also as well fix that attitude of yours." He said to her.
Helga immediately stopped, then turned around to look at him, and calmly asked him, "What did you just say?"
Undeterred, Rodrigo said, "You heard me."
He must be new to this school. She thought.
Then suddenly, Helga fully turned around to face him, but instead of having him a scowling face, she relaxed her body, began to smile, almost flirteously, and with a calm and sweet voice said to him, "You are right, I am sorry for my angry antics."
She began to walk towards him, walking in a way that showed what little curves she had that demonstrated a flirty walk. This was her famous Venus man-trap technique. When she first entered high school, due to puberty spreading throughout the school, like most girls, she suddenly became the centre of attention from some of the male students. She began to hear that some of these male students began to gossip about her looks, while some began to approach her, giving her sexual or aesthetic compliments. She initially verbally rebuffed such advances and while some took a hint, others were more assertive. Those that continued with their advances, she began to threaten them. Again, some took the hint, while others did not. Finally, out of frustration, she played into their fantasy. She would act all flirty with them, letting their guard down and when they approached her closely, she would began to smile at them with a devilish look and then immediately give them a good punch to the stomach, or to the groin depending on how much they irritated her. This worked well like a charm, especially among the new students, but she tried to not use too often, as it historically caused her to be in trouble for getting into 'fights'. Eventually, no male students ever approached her again and those that did would do so at their own risk to their manly hood.
For Helga, no definitely meant no!
Rodrigo saw this whole new change in Helga with wide eyes and amusement, but not because he was drawn to her. Rather, because she would actually think that he would fall for her charade.
Who does she think she is? Does she actually think this would work on me? I am actually a little insulted by this. He thought to himself.
Not wanting to create further animosity with each other, he simply smiled back at her and said, "Nice try Helga, but that would not work on me. Despite only knowing you for two minutes, you do not seem to be the flirty type of girl. I can see right through it."
He quickly gather his things and began to walk towards the office, passing Helga, but giving enough space between them to ensure she would not do anything physical against him.
"It was nice knowing you Helga. See ya" Rodrigo said to her as he started walking, leaving her alone in the hallway.
Taken aback by this, Helga looked on with amusement and thought to herself, hmmm first time it did not work. Impressive. She continued to smile a bit, before eventually going to find her home class and taking care of her bum that was still aching from the fall.
When lunch time came, Helga found Phoebe and Gerald sitting together and walked towards them, still feeling the pain on her butt.
Phoebe noticed her limping a bit and asked her, "Hey Helga, are you ok? You are kind of limping."
"Hey Pheebs. Some doofus bumped into me and I fell on the floor, hitting my butt. It is kind of sore at the moment" Helga explained.
"Oh no. You didn't hurt him did you?" Phoebe asked.
Helga simply smiled and said, "I tried to, but he didn't take the bait."
Well that's a first. Lucky kid. Gerald thought while rolling his eyes.
After having a quick lunch, they got up and started walking around. Because of Helga's encounter with Rodrigo, she did not get the chance to hang out with Phoebe before class started, and so Gerald decided to leave the two alone and gang out with the rest of their friends, while Helga and Phoebe discussed about what extracurricular activities they were going to take. After only a few minutes, they were distracted by music noise coming from down the hall as a group of students started clambering together.
Being curious, both girls walked towards the crowd to find out the all the fuss was about. They pushed through the crowd until they were in front, only to discover, much to Helga's chagrin, Rodrigo at the centre dancing away.
Helga's taste in music had changed. While she was mostly into heavy metal and Rock bands, she would occasionally listen to classical music. Years back, at her parents' insistence, she took ballet classes for a number of years, but then later dropped out because she realized she was only enrolled into it because Olga was also a ballet dancer during her early years. Despite dropping out though, she would occasionally not only listen to the music, but even perform some ballet moves in her room or somewhere outsides where no one saw her, depending on her mood.
She recently became interested in Latin music, particularly salsa, merengue, cumbia, including reggaeton, when she accidently came across a YouTube video on the internet of people dancing to this genre. She realized instantly that the genre allowed her to channel a lot of her emotions and anger that she had into performing a particular dancing move and so, she would occasionally practice it in her room, depending on her mood. Even her therapist, Dr. Bliss, whom she was still visiting on a weekly basis, recommended it, especially since she stopped writing, this was a possible good substitute. Although not a professional, she developed her own rhythm to the music. Yet without a dancing partner, she only performed solo moves. However, despite the interest, she despised the lyrics of the genre, especially in reggaeton, as they were mostly about sex, having extra-marital affairs, or partying. Rarely did they contain anything decent or meaningful that she liked and whenever they did, she did not like the beat of that music, as she felt it was missing that beating drum in your heart.
She watched, with a bit of awe and studious nature, as Rodrigo danced away to the beats. A girl would sometimes come forward and start dancing with him, which he usually accepted. But when she would start grinding him, he would do so for a short while before both changing positions and dancing properly, or escorting her out of the dancing area. As he danced, Rodrigo did not seem to notice Helga, despite being a few feet away from her.
After some minutes, Helga informed Phoebe for them to go somewhere else, which she agreed. Just as they were about to pick up their stuff, a commotion started behind them and the student that was behind Helga accidently bumped into her, pushing her forward and right into the dancing area. Rodrigo was on the other side and performing a move that spinned him around and when he did, he instantly stopped when he saw, to his shock, Helga standing right in front of him, almost bumping into her for the second time in one day.
The crowd was initially confused and went quiet, as they did not know if this was an accident or part of the performance. What seemed like minutes, it was only seconds as the two kids simply stood on the dancing floor, not moving and looking at each other and those around them. Rodrigo then realized that Helga was not at all comfortable in all of a sudden being the centre of attention and saw that she was growing increasingly nervous.
Then suddenly, one of the Latino students began to call out in Spanish, "Baila! Baila! Baila!" (Dance! Dance! Dance!). Soon the entire crowd began chanting as well.
This did not help Helga's situation, as she was now petrified, looking at everyone with fear. Rodrigo grew concerned and thought about just taking Helga and escorting her out of the dancing floor. However, he was not sure that if he did this, he would be doing Helga a favour or would be further humiliating her. He did not want to do that. So, he did what he would normally do, almost instinctively, if he was nervous; he would dance with her.
He looked at her, waited until she looked at him, then smiled and offered his hand to her.
Helga was now even more shocked. She did not expect him to offer to dance with her, especially not after their first encounter. What's more, how would he know if she even knew how to dance? He did not; he was just going out of instinct. What was he pulling?
Seeing as how she was not accepting his hand, he then decided to challenge her, with the hope that this would make her decide. He went closer to her, and then slowly asked her, "Scared Helga?" while still smiling at her.
That did it. Not only did he bump into her, hurting her butt, but now he was challenging her in front of everyone? Who the heck does this guy think he is?! She thought. She got out of her fear, scowled at him and accepted his hand.
Their dancing started out clumsy, at best. As they were not aware of each other's rhythm, they were both struggling to dance in coordination with each other to the beat. What's more, Helga was not allowing Rodrigo to lead her. Always being an independent person, the biggest reason why she did not take any proper dancing lessons was precisely for this very problem; she did not trust anyone, let alone a guy, to allow him to lead her. If anything, she was the leader, not the other way around. That, and she did not want anyone else to know about what her interests. It was miracle that they did not yet stepped into each other's shoes.
Rodrigo was startled by this, especially which, despite Helga being thin was very strong. She countered his every attempt to lead her. The crowd was also not very impressed with this. Seeing this, and not wanting to make a fool of himself, he stepped in closer to Helga and whispered into her ear, "Unless you want to make a fool of yourself, you need to let me lead you and you need to follow." Then he quickly added, "Let me propose the step, then you can accept to follow. It is still your choice. Don't think, just feel it."
Realizing that he was right, and not wanting to humiliate herself, she closed her eyes, listened to the beat, which was ending, but then quickly heard a new song coming up, one with a strong emphasis on salsa/cumbia. She relaxed her body, an indication that she was ready to be led. Taking this as his cue, just as the new song started, Rodrigo began to slowly dance with her, while Helga followed.
The song that they were dancing to was a remix of "A Que No Te Atreves" by Tito El Bambino Ft Chencho (Juan Alcaraz Mambo Remix). (Author's Note: You can go on YouTube to listen to the song. I recommend you listen to it while you are reading the rest.)
Helga, closed her eyes, feeling the music coming up, as its beats started to raise and twirl her arms in typical ballet movements around Rodrigo's head
Tito "El Bambino"!
(na na na na na, na na na na)
El Patrrrrron!
Chencho!
Sin Miedo, (Come On!)
Then, as the lyrics started to come up…
A que no te atreves, a bailar conmigo, y a decirle a él que somos mas que amigos...
tu y yo...
She grabbed Rodrigo's hand with one hand and wrapped her other hand around his waist, and started to dance with him, moving both of their hips simultaneously together in perfect sequence…
A que no te atreves, irtele de frente
y decirle a él que tu me perteneces...
que tu eres mia...
Tu y yo, bailando hacemos el amor con ropa...
tu y yo... (x2)
De lejos se nota la quimica
las ganas son veridicas
aquel mundo se entere que tu eres unica
atraccion fisica, triplicar la ritmica
a tu sentido provoca atender mi necesidad
Just then, she twisted her entire body to one side, slowly sliding down, but with Rodrigo firmly holding on to her, then twisting to the other side and continuously doing it with each beat.
Y cuando nos vamos aparte...
le digo cositas que enamoren...
y si es posible regalo flores...
eso le gusta y acompañarla
con botellas de Rose Rose.
Then again she let Rodrigo go, twirled around fast with her arms floating upward, then suddenly dropped close to him, allowing him to grab her, only for her to twist her body from side to side, while also slwoly sliding down, then up, twist, slide down again…
Y cuando nos vamos aparte...
le digo cositas que enamoren...
y si es posible regalo flores...
eso le gusta y acompañarla
con botellas de Rose Rose
Then both started dancing again, moving their hips side to side, while slowly turning around in circles…..
Tu y yo, bailando hacemos el amor con ropa...
tu y yo... (x2)
Me gusta tenerla cerca de mi
y en la lenta acariciarla, descontrolarla
por la cintura agarrarla y torturarla
en un rincon hacerla duro, castigarla
Es como un duelo
pa' provocarme pone sus manos en el suelo
y ahi es cuando mas le pego y la anhelo
y la deceo, cuando la nena acelera no tiene freno
(no, no, no)
By this point, Helga has gained enough confidence in herself to start taunting him a bit. In accordance with the beat, she then let go of him, took a step back, then pulled him towards him. Realizing what she was trying to do, Rodrigo, after she pulled him, took a step back as well, grabbed her by the shoulders, then pulled her towards, creating an arstitic image of them struggling over dominance over the other.
Lo mio y lo de ella
es mas placer que amor, dificil es olvidarse
de su cuerpo y la manera de menearse
y de entregarse, se lo disfruta
y no quiere despegarse cuando
Just as the music started, both stopped their pulling, came close together, with their torso slightly touching each other, then again started to dance in perfect sequence with each other and with the music.
Tu y yo, bailando hacemos el amor con ropa...
tu y yo...
Tu y yo, bailando hacemos el amor con ropa...
tu y yo... (x2)
Then Rodrigo, started to spin Helga around, slowly at first, then faster and faster until…
Chencho Corleone
Con Tito "El Bambino"
(El Patrrron!)
Rodrigo then stopped spinning her and just on cue, he bent her backwards, which she slid down just a bit for her back to bend, as the finishing touch to their dance.
When song ended, the crowd roared and cheered. No one had ever seen Helga in this way...at all! Phoebe stayed silent, completely surprised and stunned at the way Helga moved. She was not at all aware that she was a dancer.
Both Rodrigo and Helga stayed in their finishing position for a few seconds, then looked at each other as they were slightly gasping for air. Both were surprised as just how well they coordinated their dancing with each other. Helga was especially thrilled at the entire thing. While dancing, she could feel the adrenaline pumping throughout her body, as the music guided her entire body to move to its beat, all while following Rodrigo's lead. For the first time in such a long time, Helga felt lost, but not forgotten, she felt in control, but not overwhelming, gracious, but not too amiable. She felt...something that she had not felt in such a long time. It was not simply the thrill of it, but rather that, she felt...alive; that she had lived. Now with the song over, she was stunned, not knowing what else to do.
Rodrigo as well, was speechless. As he looked into her eyes, he noticed her smiling. For the first time since they met, her smile was of genuine thrill and happiness. He started to pull her back up and just as he did, allowing her to regain her composure, her smile quickly became an evil smirk. He noticed this, but it was too late for him to react, as he had just fallen into her trap.
Ah crap..he thought.
Before he knew it, he felt a punch right into his stomach. It was a hard enough punch for him to groan and bent a bit, but enough for him to not become quickly subdued by the pain. Helga, content on claiming her latest victim, smiled, then turned around to pick up her bag, much to the confusion of the crowd.
That'll teach him for putting me on the spotlight like that. She thought. However, just as she was about to leave, she overheard Rodrigo call out to her,
"Hey Helga, nice dancing with you!" he said to her as he was smiling, despite the pain.
Helga, stopped walking for a second, not expecting him to say that, but then quickly continued on, with Phoebe following her. Helga then began explain to Phoebe what had just happened.
Rodrigo walked the other way, limping until he finally sat down next to the radio and turned off the music, allowing the crowd to finally disperse. He began talking to his Latino friends whom he just met about what just transpired.
Pretty soon, lunch was over and everyone began scrambling towards their next class. Helga arrived at her history class, walked into the room and sat down almost at the far end of the room, took out her notepad and pink pen and began writing...
Rodrigo arrived just in time to his history class. He scanned the room to see where he can sit. To his dismay, he realized that the only sit available was the one next to Helga. Regardless, he walked towards the empty chair, trying to decide if he should say something to her. In the end, he decided not to, walked past her and past down beside her.
Helga looked up as he was passing through and to HER dismay, realized that they are in the exact same class.
You have got to be kidding me?! What do I have to do to get rid of him? she thought as she frowned.
They did not say anything to each other before and during class. As it progressed, Rodrigo noticed that Helga was busy writing, and he did not think that she was taking notes. As he looked through the corner of his eye, he noticed that Helga was smiling as she was writing, but it was not a happy smile; it looked...sad, as if she was longing for something or someone. Rather curious, he slowly adjusted himself to take a better look. He was not able to fully see what she writing; he only managed to get a word or two at the top of the letter that said something like, Dear Football Head.
Is she writing about a person or an object? Why would she call someone football head? That sounds kind of mean. He thought.
Not wanting to cause any more trouble with her today, he gave up and readjusted himself and started to pay attention again to the teacher.
Just then the teacher called up to him and said, "Ah Mr. Castile, even though you are new to this school and class, perhaps you can explain to us why we should learn history? Apparently this is not a popular subject among many of your peers."
No argument there teach. Helga thought to herself, while she continued on writing.
Rodrigo thought about it for a moment, then said, "Well sir, for those that believe that learning history is a waste of time, I think that it is not that they do not like history in general. They just do not like their own history, they do not like what they have experienced in their lives and they have no desire to go back to relive it. And if they do not learn about their own history, then I do not think they have a future. They only live in the present, with nothing to go back to and nothing forward to look up to. And if they have no motivation to learn about their own history, then there is no hope for them to learn about other people's history."
The class was silent for a moment as they absorbed what Rodrigo had just said. Although Helga was trying not catch his attention, she was looking straight at him the entire time he was talking. As far as she was concerned, he had just read her like a book. However, after a short while, the teacher began to give his lecture again and Helga went back to her writing.
After their last class ended, all the students went to their lockers and began to proceed with either going home or enrolling in any after school activities. As Rodrigo stepped out of the school, he noticed Helga again walking towards the bus line with her friend. He was too far away for her to notice him. He again thought about saying hi to her. Why? He had no idea. But then he simply said to himself,
"Eh, enough for one day." Then he proceeded to walk home in order to help his father.
After Helga arrived home, she quickly ate something, then went up to her room to finish her letter for Arnold.
...and so my beloved football head, that was the first day at the slaughterhouse that they dare call secondary education intuition. I did not get a chance to meet up with the rest of the crew because...I simply did not want to. But I am sure that you will get a letter from them about how their first day went. Hope you are not struggling too much with the new move.
Oh, on a side note, there is a new kid that just started with us. He is in the same grade as us. Not sure what to make of him really. He is...different. He is ok...for now.
Yours truly,
Helga G. Pataki
Knowing full well that she will not send this letter, she gently put the letter in her binder, closed it, then went to her desk to finish her homework.