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A/N: Yes yes yes... I know it was supposed to only be a one shot but this is for one of my first fans! Ms. MorganTaylorM3! She REALLY wanted this chapter so, being little ole me *puts on innocent smile*, I made this for her! Hope she likes it... *Shows hopeful puppie dog eyes* If she doesn't I think I might go cry in a corner... But I hope ya'll enjoy this! It's basically about Arnold being an asshole. Please do excuse my fowl language... It's just being a teen and all that's all people in my school do when they are pissed off at each other. That and fight. But i don't do that! I'm not a violent person! *Bats eyelashes and looks up sweetly* Anyways! On to the story!


"What are you tal-"

"I'm out of here. Bye Arnold. Have fun with your Unibrow Bitch."

She pulled out of the parking spot, almost running over me in the process.

Please don't leave... I need you...

"I love you, Gloria... I really do..."

Why? Why did I ever have to take pity on Helga?! All of this was her fault! Even though a small part of me told me other wise... Rage started to fill me up again starting from my toes all the way up to my head and back down to my fists.

"God damn it!"

I punched the car to my left. Pain shot up all the way to my shoulder blade. I looked down and saw that my right hand was beginning to swell up like a balloon.

"Shit. Coach is going to be pissed to hear I broke my hand again."

Rhonda ran up to me and looked at my face with sorrow. I just looked at her with aggravation and anger.

"Are you o-"

"Get away from me Rhonda. I don't want to talk to you, I dont want to see your face again, and I sure as hell don't want you to feel sorry for me!"

She looked at me with frustration and started to walk away.

"I can't believe this is happening to me. To me! Of all people! Haven't I suffered enough?! Haven't I been in enough pain for one day?! Can't you give me a break?!"

Rhonda stopped and turned to look at me with the skank eye. The scariest thing a women can give a man. That's how you know their being serious. She just kept looking at me that way, till I took a couple steps back then her face changed to rage.

"What in the world are you complaining about Arnold?! You put this on yourself!," She poked me in the chest, "You know what? I did for sorry for you when I heard she broke up with you. Even the past times when she was considering breaking up with you, guess who was there convincing her that you were still that sweet innocent little fourth grader?! Me!," She was flailing her arms around in the air and started poking me in my pressure points. "When she was having mental break-down episodes because she was so depressed that you hung out with Helga more than her and thought you were cheating, who was there to convince her other wise?! Me! When she would cut her self because everyone was telling her that you were going out with her because you couldn't have the REAL thing, who stopped her before she decided to do something real stupid?! Me! And where were you?! Hun?!"

"I'm sorry... I didn't know she was going through SO much... I was just so busy with lacros-"

"Oh, shut up Arnold! We ALL know where you were! Everyone knows!"

I backed up and away from her till I hit the back of her fire truck red Porsche. I turned to look around to see no one is anywhere in sight. I look back at her and see her face is just as red with rage as her car. For once, someone besides Helga is actually scaring me shitless.

"What are you talking about Rhon-"

"Don't you remember, Arnold?"

I didn't think I could be more frightened but I thought wrong. It was that voice she used when she said that last statement. That too innocent voice that they used in scary movies when the murderer starts to question themselves but thinks their talking to the victim in front of them. I stood straight up off of her car and looked down at her. She might be a pushy, scary, black head eight-teen year old women but I was tired of being accused of shit I never did!

"What are you talking about?! I didn't do anything! I've never done anything wrong to Gloria when we WERE dating! I have been a completely loyal boyfriend in the end! I was always honest and I did try to be there for her! I love her! And I always will!"

She was really starting to piss me off! I never did anything to hurt my love! I wouldn't ever hurt Gloria in anyway, shape or form, on purpose! I might have changed into, lets say an asshole, that's what some people tell me, but I still have that loyal, loving, caring side that I only showed to certain people. Certain people that I loved, not just anyone anymore. I learned my lesson from that seven years ago in the fifth grade.

She looked at her perfectly manicured nails with one hand and the other on her hip with a look of impatient on her face.

Good. I hope I was making her waste her time maybe she will leave faster.

"Don't lie Arnold. It isn't cute or a good look on you."

I grounded my teeth in aggravation. Gloria was right. Rhonda really didn't know when to shut up.

"I swear Rhonda. If you don't shut up I'll put a fist size dent into your new Porsche."

Her eyes went wide with shock and surprise.

"You wouldn't dare," my face said I would and she knew it but now her face changed from surprise to devious. "and besides Arnold. If you did, you would probably break your other hand as well and then you would probably complain about being in pain about that too. And god knows what your coach would say about that."

She caught me. Again. I swear the crew from P.S.118 knows me too fucking well. I don't know why we all still all keep tabs on each other. I found it pointless. Only people I still talked to from there is Helga, Gerald, and Phoebe, but even then I don't talk to Gerald and Phoebe as much as I did back when we were kids. She knew coach was going to be pissed his second star-player already inflicted pain on himself by punching a car and breaking his right hand. God only knows what would happen to me if I broke the other one.

"I'm going home Rhonda. I don't want to listen to your shit anymore. Your just being a... princess."

I started walking away towards my car and I was half way there till she spun around.

"Princess?! Princess?! Really?! Your going to call me that! I understand when Helga does it because it has been a way of getting a point crossed between each other. But you?! No. Fuck you. I'm glad she left your sorry ass! All you do is complain about YOUR suffering and YOUR in pain! Well news flash Arnold! Your not the only one! Gloria, she has been in pain for every second of her life since she met your sorry excuse for a boyfriend! She is better off without your selfish ass! And Helga. Man, have you been right with her. She comes to Phoebe and I crying almost everyday about how you play with her emotions each day and she doesn't know what do anymore. She has said so many times she's going to leave you and come join our group but she never does because your selfish ass pulls her right back in. Look around you Arnold. You'll see you are turning into the asshole everyone says you are."

I stop, looking at my hand while taking all this in. Am I really doing so much damage? I used to solve and help others with their problems. I used to be kind and sweet to all and everyone I saw. Now i am hurting the one I love by playing a girl that loves me, and I didn't even know it.

"Oh, god. What have I done?!"

I fell on my knees and started to cry into my hands. Rhonda came over, put her hands on my shoulders, and bent down to my face level.

"Arnold. Look at me."

I shook my head. I didn't want to look at her right now. I just wanted to sit here and cry till a car came and hit me. I would finally be out of everyone's lives and they wouldn't have to worry about being hurt by me anymore.

*sigh* "Arnold. I would say everything would be ok, but it won't unless you fix it yourself. You might have fucked up your life right now but you need to 'decide and apologize'."

I looked up at her. Hot tears still running down my cheeks. I wiped them away with my good hand. I don't want her to see my weak side. No one has ever seen it before except Grandpa, Gloria, and... Helga...

"How? I already screwed it up with Gloria. I accidentally told her she looked like Helga. I didn't mean too. And how can I apologize to Helga?! I pushed her into Robert last night and said everything was her fault! And what do you mean decide? Decide on what?

"On who you want to be with. Who you choose, Gloria your beautiful, sweet, kind, and predictable old girlfriend? Or Helga, the surprise around every corner, sticks up for herself, courageous, loving, 'best friend'?"

She put air quotes around best friend. Why? Why would she do that? I have never felt anything for Helga like that. Even after how she told me how she felt. That only seemed to make me feel like I needed to keep her close to make sure she wouldn't ever do anything stupid and that she really needed someone who understood her. So I became her best friend. But why? I could've easily just turned around and left her standing there in the rain. But I didn't. I didn't because I knew she deserved more and better.

"Arnold," I looked up at Rhonda, "you have to choose. You can't have both and you better make the decision quick because if you don't, your going to lose both of them."


Last statement! Ok. So I know I didn't do a flash-back to the previous night at the after party, but I promise I WILL do that soon. Just I don't feel liking telling... *crowd boos* Oh Shut up! You'll get your flash back soon enough! Just be patient. Damn... *Crowd grumbles in annoyance* Anyways, *gives death glare at crowd* as I was ABOUT to say. Please review and tell me how wonderful I am doing! It would be greatly appreciated! Thank you! *bows and leaves podium*