Huh!? You're back for more?! Ugh, I can't believe you, baka! I thought you wouldn't appreciate a work of art that I created. Whatever, do what you want, baka. Just don't get in my way.
Phoebe sat down in her seat, next to Helga's. She had spent most of her weekend at Helga's house, and she enjoyed it very much. But, time went by too fast. If she could, she'd stay with Helga forever.
However, Phoebe knew very well about how far her devotion could take her. And she also understood Helga needed space, and lots of it. She couldn't let herself get in Helga's way. She wouldn't allow herself to become an obstacle to Helga's happiness. No matter how much it pained her.
Phoebe is a very reserved girl, and she isn't very outspoken. However, Helga is very straightforward, an intimidating tomboy who is usually described as a "tyrant."
Despite her reputation for being a heartless tormentor, she has shown that she does have feelings, and she really cares about certain people. Her soft side is a rare occurrence that not much people get to even catch sight of.
" Hey, Phoebe. " A voice cut through the room, interrupting Phoebe's thoughts. She turned her head quickly, her gaze arriving on the person she had been eager to see. Helga smiled, once more standing proudly above the small girl. She took a seat next to Phoebe, and began to dig through her bag. Phoebe could hear the tapping of her feet against the solid ground, the noise making her unsteady. She shyed away from another glance from Helga, the person who was the most endearing to her. And yet, the person she couldn't bring herself to be open and honest with, unwilling to face her, unsure of what would happen, but most of all, knowing that confessing her love to the girl was fraught with rejection. She knew very well her feelings were worthless. They were like a weapon, nice to look at, okay to handle, but once you touch them, you only get hurt.
She had once more been caught up in her thoughts, and she hadn't noticed that Helga had been staring at her, a worried looking plastered across her face. Phoebe froze, catching the gaze that had been thrown at her. She turned her head to meet Helga's eyes, and she could feel her stomach turn. She nervously smiled, trying not to be suspicious. She could hear her conscious silently yelling at her.
Wow, Pheebo, you're really good at this! Look how much she'll love you now! The voice taunted her, it's vocals sounding a lot like Helga's.
She probably thinks I'm weird now. She thought to herself, clearly afraid of what her crush thought of her.
" Phoebe, are you okay? " Helga asked, her voice quiet, soft, and concerned.
Before Phoebe could respond, she was interrupted by the sound of students flooding into the classroom. She caught sight of Arnold, the boy who Helga tormented the most, even though secretly having a crush on him. He was with his best friend, Gerald, a relaxed kid who was usually telling eerie stories. He was also known for his distaste in Helga.
Arnold noticed her expression, and came over in concern. He smiled as a greeting, and the glint in his eyes showed his clear worry. He greeted her with a simple smile, the glint in his eyes showing his worry.
" Are you okay, Phoebe? "
Phoebe did not respond. She laid her head down, cursing him under her breath.
" What's wro- " He was interrupted suddenly by Phoebe.
" Shut up. " She snapped, shooting up and slamming her palm against the desk. She drew in a breath, quickly recoiling at her own actions. Arnold's concerned smile faded, and what replaced it was fear and confusion. It had been so out-of-character for her to snap like that. She could feel people start to stare at her, their gazes burning into the back of her head.
" Look, Arnold, I'm sorry for my sudden uncalled for outburst. I'm not having a good day. " She lied, despising herself for not controlling her anger. He smiled softly, clearly understanding why she was angry.
" That's fine, I hope your day gets better! " He walked away, sitting down in his desk. She could hear people around her whispering things. She sunk her head into her desk, regret filled her insides.
She felt the soft touch of something on her back, and she lifted her head to meet Helga's gaze.
"Phoebe, what's wrong, seriously? I know there's something else going on. " Her words were gentle, but also firm.
" Nothing! I promise you, I am completely fine! " She said, trying to sound as sincere as possible. Helga narrowed her eyes for a minute, but then just shook her head, mumbling something before taking a seat in her desk.
So, what did you think? I mean, not that I care or anything, because I still don't. I mean, you can tell me if you want, but it's not like I want you too or anything, baka!
( I would like to thank you for taking more time to read this, I worked hard on it and I couldn't have done this without Elena. She's a good friend of mine, and I love her for helping me.
This chapter might've been out sooner, but some... issues got in the way. It's not my place to say anything about what happened, but.. if you ever feel alone or worthless, just remember that there are people out there willing to help you, and I beg of you to get help because it's not too late. Thank you for reading. )