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Summary: A heart broken Helga realizes that Arnold will never love her the way he loves Lila. So she does the unthinkable, she falls in love again and this time it might not be Arnold. Will it be too late for Arnold to realize that maybe Lila is not his one true love?

Summary: After FTi, Helga confesses her love to Arnold, who sadly doesn't feel the same way. Now, Arnold is running Hillwood High's newspaper, and dating Lila. As an act of revenge, Helga becomes the mysterious advice columnist 'Geraldine.'

Sketches of You

"Miss Pataki, there will be no sleeping in my class!" said their English teacher Miss Vane, tapping her ruler loudly on the sleeping girl's desk. She was a freakishly tall woman, all bones, with premature grey hair, and an unsmiling face.

Helga shot up in her desk, causing all her papers to scatter onto the ground.

"Those who fall asleep will be crying when they see their grades…" The stone faced woman moved back to the board, glaring at the nosy students who had made a one-eighty turn in their seats.

Arnold smiled kindly at Helga, before he leant down to pick up her papers. His sea green eyes brightened when he caught sight of the beautiful sketches. He held up the paper in front of him, mesmerized by the detail. The sketch was of him, except he looked a lot prettier and much taller than his average five eight.

"Hey, this is pretty good. When-"

Helga gasped, snatching the papers from his hands so fast he didn't even see her move.

"I think you gave me a paper cut."

"Serves you right Football head. Next time don't touch things that aren't yours."

"I was only being helpful," he muttered, annoyed at the girl's attitude.

Helga smirked to herself, happy to see the hurt expression on his face. "But I don't recall asking for your help, Arnoldo."

"I give up," Arnold sighed exasperatedly. That was almost torturous.

He shouldn't have expected anything else from her. Not much had change about Helga. She was still that cynic girl hiding behind sarcastic remarks, and perfectly timed insults. Most people didn't come near her because they were afraid she would damage their ego, or just because Helga had a habit of appearing….unapproachable. He felt it was partially his fault she was like this now. The guilt weighed heavier on his chest these days, especially since he was AWARE of Helga every time Lila was around, touching him and whispering lovely sonnets at him.

And he didn't know why! Lila was the perfect match for him. She was sweet, kind, and...sweet. So, what was the problem?

The bell rang interrupting him from his listless thought. He stood up, happy that the period finally ended. Usually after class, he went to collect Lila from her math class and they would both walk down to the school's basement where the newspaper committee met.

From the corner of the eye, he watched as Helga got up from her seat, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

"Uh…I guess I'll see you around"

She stopped, slowly turning to face him. For a second it looked like she wanted to say something, but then her face went stone-like again and she headed out the door.

-

At her next class, Helga could hardly keep focus. He had seen her sketches of him. She wanted to dissolve into the floor.

After the falling out six years ago, Helga had tried so hard to forget the fact she confessed her feelings to him. This time it was worse, because now he knew that she was still pining over him. Ugh. What a bad day.

"Miss Daniels, are you going to collect the homework?" said Esmeralda Fisher, in her simpering sweet voice. She was Miss Daniels niece, and felt like that made her above everyone else. Everyone in the class groaned, and some including Helga flicked their pens caps at the brunette.

Well…that made her day slightly better.

"Hey! Just because you idiots didn't do the work, doesn't mean you can take it out on me"

"Snitches get stitches." Helga muttered, earning a few chuckles.

"Ah, thank you for reminding me Esmeralda. Hand in your essays on Napoleon. Those who didn't do it will get a zero," said the teacher.

Helga rolled her eyes, and went back to finishing up the notes before it was her turn to hand in the homework. She was so focused in getting all her class work done, that she didn't notice Esmeralda snatch her homework off her desk. The brunette smiled wickedly, and almost five minutes later carefully placed it back on the blonde's desk before anyone noticed what she did.

When it was Helga's turn to hand it in, she didn't notice the very graphic picture of Miss Daniels performing oral sex on Principle Lector.

It was poorly drawn, but not even that had deterred the outraged teacher from sending Helga to the principal's office.

-

"That's not my drawing," Helga said for what felt like the hundreth time.

"Miss Pataki, don't lie."

Helga sighed. She had been in the office for twenty minutes now. Principle Lector was red faced from all his yelling, and had slammed the picture on the desk.

"Do you understand how inappropriate this is?"

Helga nodded. It wasn't going to help her anymore to deny drawing the picture.

"What's my punishment?"

"You get a week's worth of detention."

Helga got up ready to head off to the room. She had been sent there so many times she could walk there blindfolded.

"Oh, no-no-no, I'm not finished. You're detention will be held at room 402."

The blonde girl gasped, eyes growing wide. "Are you insane? You're sending me to room 402; as in disturbed room 402?"

Lector nodded solemnly. "May those kids have mercy on your soul."

"But—but, that's upperclassman territory. Do you know the kind of things they would do to me there?"

"Oh yes," the man said serenely. "But you have nothing to worry about. Our school's staff will be there to break up any shenanigans."

She could hear the glee in his voice. They both knew that the staff on the fourth floor was hardly a staff at all. It was just Bill, the ninety-two year old Janitor.

"Ah, come on L. It was a set up! Why on earth would I draw Miss V giving you-

"See yourself to the exit please, Miss Pataki."

"It's better to receive then give."

"OUT!"

"Alright, I'm going," Helga said holding her hands out in front of her. It was better to leave with only a week's detention rather than a month.