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The first day of senior year was here. Freshmen wandering around aimlessly trying to locate their classrooms. His friends here and there talking about their summer as if the others weren't there. Sid and Stinky were the ones mostly talking about their summer to one another when they both were hanging together more than anyone else. Harold continued his part time job with Mr Green. Lila being spoken to by one of the guys on his team even as she paused to wave hi to others. Rhonda coming in through the door with him just releasing her hand in favor of using the hallway as her personal catwalk. He spotted Gerald with Phoebe acting like the cute couple. They talked often and were never bored. He envied them. He wanted a relationship like that.
"Nadine! Darling." Rhonda picked up speed to join up with her best friend. "Do you like my outfit? It is to die for."
Nadine still opted for her more casual style due to her active lifestyle of always searching out for rare breeds of insects. To her right was Katrinka who was going through her phone at the moment. Arnold spotted Curly down the hallway give him a hated look before turning his attention back to someone else. That someone being Helga. Arnold thought she was so beautiful today wearing a plaid pink skirt, with a fitted black blouse with bell sleeves on. Glancing down to her combat boots he noticed a skull in the back of them. He thought it was a mixture of adorable, beautiful, and sexy. At the present moment Helga seemed to be comforting Curly. Her attention was solely on him before they moved on further down the hallway. He hated that she didn't seem to pay attention to himself at all.
"I was thinking that this weekend we could go to the mall again and pick something up for you too, Nadine. After all a girl must look her best for her date." Rhonda was saying. "Arnold will drive us."
Arnold's attention went back to her. "Excuse me? Rhonda I was just there. I don't want to spend another weekend at the mall."
Rhonda moved forward to wrap her arm around his neck. "Oh but dear, you are required to make me happy now aren't you?"
"I'm not your servant though. No, Rhonda go to the mall alone with Nadine. I'm sitting this one out." Stepping away from her, Arnold left her side unhappy about her need to want to use him like that.
Soon Lila joined his side. "Oh Arnold. Are you ever so alright? I just saw that."
"Yeah I'm fine." Glancing at her, Arnold smirked at her looking behind her as she blushed madly towards, Joey. "Do you like him, Lila?"
"Why yes I do. He seems ever so sweet. I wonder if he truly is as nice as he seems."
"Actually he is. Also I have a private little tidbit for you." Pausing in the hallway, Arnold leaned in closer to her. "He loves to read ingredients too." Straightening up, Lila issued out a thrilling sound. "He's one of those guys we can count on. If you like him then I say go for it."
Clapping her hands, Lila squeezed his arm. "I will. Let me give him my number."
Shrugging, Arnold moved down to chemistry. Getting into the class he found Helga in there just writing away. "Hey Helga. You are taking this class too?"
"That's why I'm sitting here, Football Head. Care to sit down?" She invited not even once glancing up.
"Sure. Thanks." Watching her finish up whatever she was writing, Arnold sat down. "You still love writing. That's great."
She nodded her head. "Yep. Keeps me sane. Do you still love Spumoni?"
"Yes. Keeps me sane."
Opening her mouth up just to mouth out, 'Ah,' she looked towards the door of each student coming in. "So did she get mad at you for taking your time at the mall?"
"Yes and as punishment she had me carry 10 bags of already purchased items. My arms were noodles by time I got home. She wants to go shopping again and drag me along again. I put my foot down."
"For now."
"Huh?" Confused, Helga openly scoffed at him.
Rolling her eyes at him, Helga rested her elbows on the table. "You are a nice guy, Arnold. A push over unless it came to me. Seriously you will say yes to her and end up on another boring shopping trip with Princess. I bet that will happen."
Frowning at her words, Arnold turned in his seat. "Oh really? I bet you dinner that I will say no."
"You really are willing to bet me?" Poking him in the chest, Helga and his eyes met. "I say yes to this bet then. I'll see you paying for my check at dinner."
"No, Helga. I'll see you paying for my dinner." Facing forward, Arnold just had to keep his foot down to Rhonda.
Smiling at her prey, Helga could clearly see him coming up with a plan. She also saw something more with him. "You missed this."
"More than words can describe, Helga." Slyly he winked at her hoping no one else would notice. This was sadly the most excitement he has experienced from someone from the opposite sex, and of course it came courtesy of his past tormentor. One that he remembers as the most passionate person around.
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"OH god! Go away." Rhonda sneered at Curly openly. "Don't you ever give up?"
Resting his chin on his hand, Curly couldn't believe her. "I'm just sitting here minding my own business." He informed her in a very bored tone.
Flipping her hair in his direction had her not exactly believing him. "As If I believe that. You have been chasing me for years. Of course you'd want to be near moi."
He wondered if he could convince another student to switch seats with him. "Can the ego, Rhonda. I'm not interested." Spotting Park, Curly stood up to speak to him for a moment.
Rolling her eyes, Rhonda noticed how he switched seats with, Park. "That's better. Give it up, Thaddeus."
Sitting down next to her desk, Park grunted at her constantly preening herself. "Curly owes me big time." He mumbled out unhappily.
"What did you say?" Rhonda inquired while beginning to file her nails.
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." He growled out as he took his phone out to text, Curly.
Boy you owe me for this. - Park
Yeah I know. At least she won't accuse you of flirting with her. - Curly
True, but I think she does it just to get you to flirt with her. - Park
She has, Arnold. That is her stool pigeon. - Curly.
His eyes blinked at the last text. Curly really did stop speaking to, Arnold. All because of, Rhonda. Putting his phone away, Park was happy to see the teacher open her mouth up to speak. At least he didn't have every class with her. Well he hoped not.
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In the Assembly hall, Helga walked in to find students milling around. Most lingered at certain tables, while others just passed by some. For her, she went to the farthest one away to start out with. She knew she wasn't interested in chess. She enjoyed poker, but she won't play it as a school activity. Seeing one for Volleyball, Helga considered it a little bit longer before moving along.
At one popular table, Rhonda turned away some she deemed undesirable before finding her attention grabbed by a blonde. Quietly she accessed her thinking she was certainly attractive in spite of her clothing options. Finding it was the same girl from, Cacy's she called her attention over finding the girl to be the person to round out their group. She was attractive, but not as attractive as herself.
"You! Come join my club." Handing her a pamphlet, Rhonda sat down at her chair.
Helga was mildly amused by this knowing she had no clue who she was. "And why is that? Do you discuss anything important like life events?"
"But of course." Rhonda placed her hand to her chest. "We discuss fashion from all over the world. We talk about the rise and fall of it. The importance of it. We also go out to the mall once a week to go over our choices." Resting her chin in her hand, Rhonda pointed her pen at her. "You have potential. True you aren't as perfect as me. Probably never would be, but after we find you the right clothes you'll be one of the beautiful people."
From where he stood, Arnold spotted Rhonda talking to, Helga. It was plain as the nose on his face that she had no idea that was, Helga. It was something he wished he could get closer for to listen in on when Helga revealed herself.
Helga was becoming more amused by the second. Rhonda had a bigger ego than before. "I'm not interested."
Insulted, Rhonda stood up to cross her arms over her chest. "Excuse me? You can't do any better than this."
Scanning quickly around at even, Sheena's cause of bringing awareness to the environment, Helga smiled towards that sign as she addressed, Rhonda. "Actually I can, Princess."
Rhonda stood frozen for just a second. "Helga G. Pataki?" When she nodded, Rhonda quickly leaned forward to snatch her pamphlet away. "You are still a beast."
"Oh why, thank you. I aim to please." Helga almost curtsied at her disgust. "How are you besides the same?"
A smile formed on her face. A smile that knew too much already. "Seeing as I have the boy you have always crushed on: Beautiful. Fabulous even."
"I'm happy for you, Princess. Everyone deserves happiness." Helga decided to reign in her actual feelings. She refused to lower herself. "I know you'll continue to have every bit of success here at this club." Finding it better to leave now, Helga issued out a temporary good bye just to scan all around her.
"I loved what you did back there. That was the Helga that I know and love." Curly whispered as he joined her side.
Grinning, she bumped him a little in the arm. "Thanks. Are you in any of the clubs?"
"Nah. What I do is outside of school. I'm surprised you are doing this."
Shrugging, Helga stopped at Track. "Why not?" Finding that Curly disappeared all of a sudden, she spotted Arnold approach her. "Now I know why he left. I swear that boy should be a magician." She quipped to Arnold.
"He hates me since I'm going out with, Rhonda."
"Duh. Did you think it was fun for me to see you chase after every idiot? Nope." Taking the pamphlet, Helga red through it before signing up for it. "You are on a Football team. Why are you here?"
Feeling guilty for his previous and current choice, Arnold chose to ignore Rhonda's glare. "I like talking to my friends." Seeing her now approaching another table, he hoped she would sign up for poetry club. "Will you join this club?"
Shaking her head, Helga refused to do that. She hated stupid critiques, and those clubs were always fresh with them. Nothing useful in her opinion. "I actually was a rower in England. I loved it. Helped me relieve my own frustrations. I wanted to do cricket, but somehow I was much too violent for them. As if."
Laughing, Arnold loved being beside her. "As much as I know about that sport, it is violent."
"Yep." Spotting Phoebe, Helga waved at her. "Perhaps go back to Princess. All I feel is my head on fire from that stupid stare of hers. Does she actually believe I'm gonna make out with you here?"
"Who cares?"
"You. If you didn't you wouldn't of gone out with her. At the very least just break up with her. All I see is misery and resentment towards her. Why are you holding on for dear life? Are you in love with her?"
Offended, Arnold stopped to face her. "I'm not in love with her. I'm not the type of guy who just breaks up over one thing. Yes I'm resenting her, but I keep hoping it will end soon." Sighing he looked at the girl whom he finally confessed his feelings for at the tender age of 10. She was still this amazing girl before him who was far more improved. "I did want you."
Shaking her head, Helga felt something hit her wrong. "How do I know that the moment we are together, you won't be hanging on for dear life? How do I know you won't end up resenting me? You already did this with, Lila, and now her. What makes me so different?"
Opening his mouth to speak, Arnold also closed it. She just came back. He felt like he was already in love with her. She was always this very refreshing person to be around. Someone blunt. Someone challenging.
Raising her eyesbrow up, Helga started to step past him. "Thanks for answering my question."
He felt stupid as she continued to leave him behind. "You are my air."
Helga stopped at hearing that. She wanted to question him. Wanted to kiss him. "I never stopped thinking about you."
He turned his head to see her roam away. "I never stopped thinking about you." He knew she didn't hear him, but he hoped she did.
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Reaching home, Helga went past their butler to head into the kitchen. Ever since, Bob's business did an elevated boom in the business world, they had been pretty comfortable. So comfortable in fact, Helga barely saw her own family anymore. Well much less than before.
She knew Olga was off trying to change the world one place at a time. She was changing it with her well to do, husband Ian. A match her own father boasted with pride. Helga couldn't take, Ian for more than a second before tearing her own hair out. To her, he was fake. To her, Olga could do much better than dried toast.
While at the private school, Helga was in more healthy correspondence with her sister. Olga was the only one in the family who always took the effort in communicating to her. As for her parents, they were pretty horrible at it. Sure her mom is sober now, and helped increase profit in the emporium. Something, Helga thought she always excelled in compared to her dad. As for, Bob, he continued to call her by the wrong name. That is if he needed something from her. Then he got her name correct.
"Hey! How's it hanging, Anita?" Helga greeted the cook the second she entered the spacious kitchen.
Anita was in the middle of preparing dinner for tonight. Helga loved her. Anita was blunt and completely sarcastic. Someone she could talk to when her parents didn't do so. "Hiya, Helga. How was school?"
Grabbing a cookie out of the jar, Helga also enjoyed having actual food in the house. "Oh you know how it is. Same old thing. Different year."
"Ah! Bullshit then."
Snickering at her specific description, Helga nodded her head. "You got that right, bucko. I know that stuff doesn't change whatsoever."
Slicing up the carrot, Anita made a face. "Even if you wish it."
Hearing her phone go off, Helga looked at the screen.
I owe you dinner. - Arnold
Helga let out a howl of laughter. "Oh this boy never ceases to amaze me." She said more to herself than to, Anita.
I won't gloat. Tell me when you are available to do that. - H
Wow! You really changed. If you get accepted for Track we practice on the same days. We can do it on thursday after practice. - A
Sure thing. You still have to catch me up on the happenings in that wild boarding house. I miss everyone there. - H
I will do that. I told grandma about you and she says you have to stop by. - A
Oh I should before she lasso's me. :P - H
LOL you bet your life on that. - A
I love Gertie. Tell them hi for me. I should be off for now. - H
Alright then. TTYL - A
"Dork." Smiling away, Helga went to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. "I'm gonna do some running. I'm going for Track."
"Eh, but football is better. Those tight ends. Oh my goodness! It can heat you up." Anita waved her hand in front of her face.
"I love football too, Anita. I do know someone on the team, and he has a very fine tight end." Winking at her, Helga jogged out of the kitchen to head upstairs to change.
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As she went out running, Helga was enjoying the music blasting through her headphones. Loved the feeling of the pavement against her feet. She ignored every salacious comment or gesture pointed her way. She wanted to relax, and this was the way.
Helga started to go into more of a rhythmic beat with her feet. The way they set down on the ground, was a perfect compliment to the music. She felt she was composing the piece herself. A smile formed on her face unaware of another presence until he was running beside her. She looked at his clothes to find he was running himself.
"Do you have track?'
Curly shook his head. "Nah. I just run for the heck of it." Looking at her running outfit, he lingered far to long to her exposed midriff. "It keeps the crazy at bay for a while."
"Ah, but I love the crazy. I also love the sane part of you." It wasn't lost on her that she noticed how he lingered around her stomach. "Free the animals!"
Chuckling at that, Curly went back to her face to find it flushed in a good way. She was in her own world, sort of speak. She knew the pace she needed to be in. "I thought you made fun of me when we were younger."
Crinkling her nose, Helga continued to focus forward. Anytime she did linger on something else had her always landing on her face. "No. I appreciated that you were different. I saw sane mixed in with insane. It is better to someone original instead of run of the mill."
He didn't mean to this time, but he did when his eyes went to her chest. Curly had to stop the thoughts from entering his brain. "You are nicely balanced as well. Though I'm surprised that Arnold didn't break it off right then and there with, Rhonda. He has been staring at you all day long."
"That's because I belong in a zoo, Curly. I was the unibrow mistress of Hillwood. Beware of the bite." Joked Helga. "Look! I know you are aware of how I feel about him. I'm not stupid. I still feel the same for him, but now I'm a lot more stable in my mind. No schemes to try to win him over. No jealousy. I know this relationship with her won't last."
"What happens when he does end it and comes to you?" Both stopping, Curly was amazed how she wasn't out of breath. Though by looking how toned she was, he saw she was really use to constant activity.
Helga sighed as she shut her Hillpod up. "If it happens, it happens. I just know I won't wait forever anymore. I'm willing to expand myself. I've already had one boyfriend before. It is apparent that I'm not going to turn it down again if the person is right."
Smirking at her, Curly admired that. "Good. Then you won't turn down a new opportunity then."
All day long he had been flirting with her, so Helga waited for him to ask her.
"Will you go out with me this Saturday? Dinner and freeing the animals. That sort of thing." Curly looked at her pointedly in the eye. He had been enjoying talking to her and texting to her all day long.
Bringing her headphones out, Helga had a feeling this was the only reason why he ran with her. "I'll go out with you. I know it'll be fun."
"Excellent. I'll see you at school."
"Not unless I text you first." Winking at him, Helga placed her earplugs back into her ear before taking off. A date with Curly will certainly be a nice thing to do.
Curly watched her run off with open appreciation. "At least you are far more better than, Rhonda. Far more better."
I'm going to let that relationship with Rhonda and Arnold continue because I notice on the show how he barely puts his foot down to Rhonda, my observation. I see he puts his foot down with Helga more. I also see him loving to challenge her compared to so many others. Once again that is my observation. I could of gone for the obvious choice of Brainy asking her out, but I thought Curly will be a decent flair. I do love that character as well.
Updates might be slow since I am swamped at work for these few months. If anyone read Dandelion than you know what my occupation is. I will also state that I do not answer any accounting questions at all when I'm off duty. Let a girl relax. Even my husband wants to forget about work when he's home so he plays down his own profession on facebook. My daughter Josie is now anxiously waiting for her little brother to arrive. The birth mother is almost there and she'll be happy when it is over with. Heck! We can't wait to welcome him into the world. Sorry but I'm thinking about holding a new bundle in my arms that I get a little emotional.