Author's Note: I'm sorry to everyone who's reading my story. School's been so busy. Well, now that it's over, I can actually relax and write some fan-fiction. Well…enjoy!

Love is Blind

Chapter 2: Shall we dance?

"Yeah" thought Arnold, as his biology teacher, Ms. Jones, rambled on and on about the activation energy a catalyst monitors. " Welcome to another boring day of Hill wood High."

It had not stopped raining. His teacher had not stopped talking. Phoebe had not stopped paying attention to Ms. Jones. Gerald had not stopped glaring at Lorenzo. Harold had not stopped farting. Sid had not stopped snoring. Nadine had not stopped sighing. Rhonda had not stopped brushing her hair. Stinky had not stopped picking his nose. Eugene had not stopped smiling. Lila had not stopped winking at him and Helga had not stopped doodling.

It was the same thing every day. Nothing had changed. Sure, the former fourth grade class of P.S. 118 grew older; but their personalities we're still the same. Except for Lila's, of course. Arnold had no clue as to when she became such a harlot; and he didn't want to find out.

" Just ignore her. Ignore her and she will eventually stop bothering you," thought Arnold.

With that, he proceeded to pay attention to what Ms. Jones was saying. Yet, there was not much to pay attention to. He just realized that his classmates were already running out the door to their next classes.

" Hey, football-head! Get your butt up! We're going to be late for gym!" yelled Helga.

Arnold sighed. Helga definitely didn't change. She was just as pushy as she was seven years ago.

"Sorry, Helga. I was just thinking."

" Well think later, Arnold," snarled Helga. " I'm not going to have Puffins give me detention for your reminiscing."

" Chill out, Helga, baby" teased Gerald, walking next to Phoebe. " You know that Puffins has a little crush on you. He loves you too much to give you detention."

"Now you just stop it, Gerald," scolded Phoebe. " You shouldn't be making fun of our gym teacher. Especially because he's man enough to cry in public."

"Ha! That's funny, Phoebe" laughed Helga, finally reaching the girls locker room.

Phoebe simply sighed and went inside the locker room. Helga smirked, gave the boys a little salute and went inside as well.

The boys shrugged and went inside their own locker room.

" Howdy, Y'all" greeted Stinky, in his country accent. Despite living in the city for almost 8 years, he was still a country boy at heart.

"Yo, Stinky" said Gerald.

"How's it going, Stinky?" asked Arnold, taking of his clothes and replacing it with his P.E. uniform.

"I'd say it's going' mighty fine good. On a counting that there's a lot of home work and that that Puffin's guy is kind of a wuss."

Arnold and Gerald laughed.

" Well, we'll meet you outside, Stinky" said Arnold.

" Okie Dookie" shrugged Stinky.

" See ya soon, man" called Gerald.

Both boys left the locker rooms and headed to the doors of the gym. Once they were inside, they headed straight to the bleachers. Phoebe and Helga were already sitting down, chatting quietly.

Helga's P.O.V.

I noticed football head and tall hair boy make their way towards us. Hip Hip Horary

" Oh, Helga" sighed Phoebe. " I just don't know what to do."

" What the hell is she talking about?"

" What do you mean, Pheebs?" I asked, trying not to sigh of boredom.

" Well" I saw her fidget. " Lorenzo asked me to Friday's Valentine Dance."

" And that's a bad thing?" I retorted, raising an eyebrow.

" Yes! I wanted Gerald to ask me! Not Lorenzo."

I had the major urge to roll my eyes. Sure, tall hair boy likes her; but even I have more balls than he does. And that's saying something.

" Phoebe, common. Tall hair boy's too much of a sissy to ask you out" I stated.

" So what should I do, Helga?" she whimpered.

This time I did roll my eyes. " Look, Pheebs, if you want him so much, why don't you just ask him to the dance?"

My best friend looked at me as if I had a tail growing out of my ass. " I can't ask Gerald!"

" What's the point of asking for my advice if you don't even listen to me" I thought to myself. " And why the hell not?"

" Because it's not customary for a girl to ask a boy to a dance! It's just not!" she whined.

I released a roar of laughter. " Jesus, H. Christ, Phoebe! This is the 21st century. Girls ask guys out all the time."

I saw a devious twinkle in her eyes, displaying mischief and surprise. "Oh, Shit" I thought.

"Yes, Pheebs?" I inquired, smirking.

" How about a little bet between best friends?" she asked, holding a smirk of her own.

" Depends what the bet is?" I replied coolly.

" I, Phoebe Heyradahl, your best friend, bet that Arnold's going to ask you to the dance after school"

Well, isn't this just peachy, I had to have the grace to blush.

" And I, Helga G. Pataki, your best friend, bet that tall hair boy will ask you to the dance tomorrow at lunch and that he will ask you out after the dance."

" All right" she grinned. " And if you lose?"

I smirked. " Oh, I won't. Hypothetically, though, I'll…go to the dance with the first boy who asks me."

My best friend had the audacity to smirk. " Either way, you'll be going with Arnold."

" Trust me, I won't."

I noticed football head and tall hair boy coming. " Quickly, Pheebs, the guys are coming. State your end of the bargain so we can shake on it."

" All right. If I lose, I'll do your math homework for a week."

I pondered that for a moment. " Kay, deal" I smiled, pounding fists with Phoebe in the shape of a shadow bunny.

" What happens if we both lose?" asked Phoebe.

" Then the bet is dropped." I shrugged.

" Deal" Phoebe giggled. " As if I have enough time to do your homework!"

Arnold's P.O.V.

" Do whose homework?" asked Gerald, sitting next to Phoebe, as I took a seat next to Helga.

" Oh, no one's" chirped Phoebe," I was just telling Helga about a movie I was watching with my mother on the life time channel; while I was doing my homework."

" O…Kay" shrugged Gerald.

" Ready for gym?" asked Arnold.

" Oh, yeah. Nothing like Puffins and his perverted ness to wake up a girl" sighed Helga.

"Helga" laughed Arnold. " Our gym teacher is not a pervert."

" Then why the hell are the god damn uniforms so short!" she shouted.

"As if I hadn't noticed myself," I thought blushing. " Sheesh, Helga, do you have any idea what you can do to a man?"

" They're not that short" I grinned, a slight blush on my face.

" Speak for yourself, bucko. You're not the gender whose assess are displayed around the gym."

" I personally like the uniforms" smirked Gerald, wiggling his eyebrows.

A blush sustained Phoebe's face. " And why is that, Gerald?" she frowned.

"Why, Phoebe, baby, it seems to be quite fitting and comfortable."

I couldn't help but release a chuckle. It was just that funny.

" What are you chuckling at you football headed little geek? I'm dying to know. I'd like to enjoy a good joke as much as the next fat person!" snarled Helga.

" Hey!" yelled Harold, over hearing her.

He was graciously awarded with a small smirk, courtesy of Helga.

As much as I'd have liked to tell Helga to go fly a kite, at that moment, I was un-able to, as Mr. Puffins entered the gym and blew his shrill whistle.

" Good afternoon, class" he smiled.

" Good afternoon, Mr. Puffins" groaned the class.

I couldn't help but snigger at our gym teacher. I almost died when I heard Helga mutter, " He needs to get laxatives."

" Well, class, today is the start of a new sport. Can anyone predict what we shall be playing?"

I saw Sid tentatively raise his hand in the air. " Basketball?"

" Nope" smirked Puffins.

" Whiffle ball?" hoped Stinky.

"Nope."

" You sitting on your ass while we're forced to run laps?" said a facetious Helga.

" No, my dear" sniffed Mr. Puffins. " We shall be starting a unit filled with passion and grace!"

" Okay, the guy's gone off the rocker" I thought to myself.

Mr. Puffins looked proud that no student was able to figure out the sport he came up with.

" Class" he spoke. " The sport we shall be doing is ball room dancing."

His words caused many reactions among the students. Almost all the girls squealed in delight.

" This is so much better than getting sweaty and breaking nails" I heard Rhonda whisper to Nadine.

" Finally," beamed Sheena. " A sport without the use of violence."

Helga was the only girl whose face became pale. " That's not a sport!" shouted Helga.

" Really? Then could you kindly tell me what it is, my dear?" questioned Puffins, his bottom lip quivering.

" Oh, no" I heard Gerald whisper to Phoebe. " He's going to start crying again."

I couldn't help but grimace. As sad as it was, our gym teacher was extremely bi-polar. He could not take any form of criticism. When he was criticized, he would burst into tears and force us to run laps as punishment. Yes. His name is Mr. Puffins, but we called him Mrs. Creampuff, courtesy of Helga and her sarcasm.

" Crap" I thought. " Ignore him, Helga. He's not worth running fifty laps."

The look on Helga's face was murderous. If there one thing about Helga; it's that she hated to be taunted.

" What it is," growled Helga. " Is a bunch of bullshit created by those such as yourself, who use this as an excuse to sit back and enjoy the show while the girls shake their Asses!"

The entire class was flabbergasted. Mr. Puffins was just speechless.

" I…I…. I never!" he stuttered. " How dare you, Ms. Pataki!"

I tried my hardest not to chuckle when Helga scratched her head with her middle finger. The look on Puffins face was priceless.

" Damn" whispered Gerald. " Creampuff's got served."

Hearing what he said, Sid, Stinky, and Harold burst out in full-blown laughter.

" Ha! What a loser" laughed Sid.

" Yeah" laughed Stinky. " He sure is."

" Awww!" taunted Harold. " Does the wittle baby wanna cry to his mama? Ahahaha!"

Mr. Puffins looked like he was on the verge of tears. " Detention Mr. Peterson, Berman! Gifaldi!"

" Hey!" yelled Harold. " Why doesn't Helga have detention?"

" I believe that this is none of your concern" sniffed Puffins, rubbing a stray tear from his face.

" What a sissy?" I thought to myself. " Unbelievable. I'm nice to every teacher except for him. There's just something about him that makes my skin crawl."

" As for you Ms. Pataki" smirked Puffins. " You shall have the privilege of being my partner for the first dance."

I wasn't the only one who noticed Helga's face turn ash white.

" Poor Helga" whispered Sheena. " Oh, poor, poor, Helga."

" It's all right, Helga," whispered Phoebe. " It'll be over soon, and at least you won't receive detention"

" No way!" shouted Helga. " I am not dancing with you!"

" Do you want to fail my class, Ms. Pataki?" he smirked.

" Grrr….fine! I'll be your stupid dance partner!" she growled.

" How wonderful. Just watch your language, Ms. Pataki."

" Arrogant Bastard" thought Helga.

" Now, class" started Mr. Puffins. " Dance is a symbol of grace, expression, art, and passion. There are many different types of dance. Ballroom dance, ballet, belly dancing, the cachucha, the can-can foxtrot, hula, hussle, hora, limbo, Macarena, rumba, rain dance, polka, salsa, samba, shuffle, the slow dance, tap dancing, waltz, and so much more."

" Wow" sighed Rhonda. " This is so romantic."

The boys, including I, all rolled their eyes.

" Now" smiled Puffins. " Step up, Ms. Pataki."

" I coming, I'm coming," she grumbled, standing next to him.

" As I was saying," said Puffins. " Our new unit is about the wonders and artistic expression of dance. What does this mean you're wondering? Well, it means a new project!"

"Awwww!" groaned Harold. " I don't want to!"

" Oh, just shut up and suck it up, pink boy" yelled Helga.

" You shut up, Helga!" he yelled. " Or I'm gonna pound you!"

" I'd like to see you try, pink boy! If you couldn't beat me in the 4th grade, then what the hell makes you think you can beat me now?"

" Helga, my flower, please shush," he wailed. " The bell rings in two minutes and we won't have enough time to dance!"

" Good" I thought. " I sure as hell don't want you touching her. Wait a minute, flower? What the hell is your problem, you sick and twisted crone?"

End of Arnold's P.O.V.

Alas, Puffin's cries were unheard. For, Helga and Harold continued to bicker.

" Buzz off, Madame Fortress Mommy!" yelled Harold

" What's wrong, geek bait? Can't come up with anymore names?" taunted Helga.

Harold would've said something else; but the bell already rang. Gym was always the last class of the day; and school was finally over.

" That's enough!" cried Puffins. " Oh, you both ruined my first lesson!"

" As if I give crap," muttered Helga.

" No matter" said Puffins. " We shall continue the lesson tomorrow and you'll all shall find out about your partners for our new project. I'll see you three boys in detention."

With that, the class proceeded to their locker rooms.

" Oh, and Ms. Pataki" he called.

Helga turned around.

" I can't wait for our dance tomorrow."

Helga growled and ran up to Phoebe.

" Are you all right, Helga?" asked Phoebe, as they reached their locker rooms." You were extremely pale."

" I'm fine, Pheebs" she said. " I just think this dance thing has nothing to do with physical education."

" Hmm…well, it is a bit different"

" Whatever" said Helga, putting her blue jeans on. " I just want to go home. It's been a long day."

Yes, that's true," sighed Phoebe. " Ready to go?"

" Yup" smiled Helga, both girls leaving the locker room.

Arnold and Gerald were already waiting outside. Their talking ceased as soon as the girls came out of the locker room.

" Hey" said Gerald. " Do you girls want to go to Slausens wit us?"

" I don't mind," said Phoebe, smiling shyly. " What about you, Helga?"

" It's too cold for ice cream" smirked Helga.

" Come anyway" smiled Arnold. " It'll be boring with out you."

" I'm so touched, Arnoldo" she smiled. " Ah, what the hell. They serve hot chocolate. Count me in!"

" Yay!" laughed Phoebe, hugging her best friend. "I'll have a girl to talk to"

" Pheebs, if I didn't know you, I'd say you were on drugs."

" Very funny, Helga" smiled Phoebe.

" Common already!" sighed Gerald. " You can gossip as soon as we're at Slausens."

" Touchy" smirked Helga. " What kind of stick's up your-"

" Let's go, Helga," said Arnold, grabbing her hand and leading her outside.

Phoebe just stood their speechless. " O…kay."

" Shall we, milady?" smirked Gerald.

" We shall, milord" blushed Phoebe.

Mean while. " Hey, what's the big idea, football head? Why'd you drag me outside?"

" Sorry, Helga" chuckled Arnold. " I was trying to Phoebe and Gerald alone."

" Oh" she said simply.

" And" he blushed. " I…well… I kind of wanted to talk to you about something."

Helga's frown immediately turned into a look of worry. " Is everything all right?"

" Yeah" he said, still holding her hand. " Everything's fine."

" Thank goodness" she smiled. " So what do you want to talk about?"

It only took three words he said to make her heart beat like a drum.

" The Valentine's Dance."

A/N- Wow, I finally wrote a second chapter. Tell me what you guys think about it. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. I thought I'd save some more for the next chapter. Cliffhangers are extremely entertaining.