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CRUSH ON TEACHER

CHAPTER II

Helga took out her lunch. She had prepared a fine pastrami and olive sandwich. The first bite let her know how perfectly the flavors of the smoked Gouda cheese as well as her old time favorite pastrami had blended. The grinded green olives dressing she had made, gave it a plus. Her sandwich was simply exquisite, pleasing her ego and making her smile with each bite. It had been a rough road the one she had walked since the first peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich she had prepared for herself in third grade, until today. She was a sandwich genius and the first person whom had ever praised her culinary skills had been Arnold.

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"Hey, Pataki!" a boy with a loud voice called her. Two fourth grade bullies were walking towards her. "Your cousin wanted to see you!" their faces let know that they felt proud of what they were doing.

"My cousin?" Helga asked quizzically.

Arnold peeked from behind one of them, and Helga caught a glimpse of him.

"My cousin! Arnold! Come here!" she said as she offered him her hand, which he happily took without hesitation.

"Next time bring him faster." Helga snapped her fingers and dismissed the boys with the hand which she was holding her lunch bag with.

"Hello, Helga!" Arnold said sweetly as they walked hand in hand to a nearby bench.

"Well, hi, Arnold. You having problems with bullies again?" Helga asked as she lightly patted the space next to her on the bench indicating Arnold to sit next to her, which he did while giving Helga another sweet smile.

"Not really! I just wanted to have lunch with you." He said as he swung his dangling feet.

"You do?" amazement was stamped on her face. From all the answers that he could have possibly given her, that one was unexpected to her. People didn't usually want to have lunch with her. Helga G. Pataki had the reputation of being smart and cruel, thus most kids avoided her, nevertheless having lunch in her company! And yet there he was, the little football-headed boy, offering honest sympathy, company and friendship, which she wasn't used to receive. Helga wavered for a second; however, as the offering came from a little boy, she feared no danger and accepted the gift of his affection.

Helga side smiled, "we sure can, Arnold. But don't consider yourself lucky because as I do my own lunch," she pulled the content of her lunch bag out, "I just prepared a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and an apple. I can give you half of everything if you want."

"You prepared your own lunch?" Arnold asked in awe.

Helga blushed out of embarrassment, not knowing Arnold's intention and fearing mock "Yeah! I do! No one quite cares about me back home" she said bitterly and added, "so I take care of me on my own."

"You're so cool, Helga! I want to be like you when I grow up!"

Helga smirked, that kid seemed to find positive things in everything. She was about to answer, when he spoke again.

"Helga, how old are you?"

His question caused her to laugh. "You ask the most random questions, you know that? I'm nine, but I'm in sixth grade."

"Whoaaa! Helga you are the coolest!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. How about you?"

"I'm six now, but I'll turn seven on October 7th" he said proudly.

"Cool! So… want half of my sandwich?"

"Yeah! And you can have half of mine!"

Both kids were eating when he spoke again.

"Helga?"

"Yeah?"

"The sandwich is delicious! Can you make one for me another day?"

Helga felt an honest praise coming from Arnold and she agreed to prepare one for him the coming Friday. After that, they had lunch together every Friday during that year.

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Ms. Pataki finished eating her lunch, sitting alone in the teacher's lounge, remembering the innocent moments they had shared when both were young.

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Arnold's gaze was fixed on the classroom's wall clock. In two more minutes it would be 2:45 pm and he would be free to rush through the halls and find her. Helga had asked him to meet her; he didn't care if it was just for school matters. She had asked him to meet; the circumstances didn't matter to him. Helga, the idea of a converging with her in a fixed time filled his existence, making him oblivious of the world around him. He wanted her to talk to him, to hear her calling him by his name, to look at him, even if it was just for something as trivial as a book presentation.

The bell rang.

Arnold vanished from his class, making his way as fast as his feet could take him to Ms. Pataki's, no, Helga's class.

He distinguished her silhouette from the glass door. He turned the door handle, and there she was, waiting for him with her sparkling blue eyes and a smile. She was waiting for him. She and other five people who were in the room, much to Arnold's dismay.

"Hello, Arnold! Join us. There is something really important that I would like to share with all of you."

Arnold entered the classroom closing the door behind him.

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Hope you liked this chapter! If you did, review, revIEW, REVIEW! Please! xD

I spent a good half an hour deciding both characters' ages! I wanted Helga to be older than Arnold, but not much older. As, how can she be his high school teacher with such a short year gap? Well, you will have to continue reading to figure out.

Another thing is that, if Arnold's birthday is in October, he'd probably start the school year being 9 years, but in all the events after that month, he's most likely 10. Right? Anybody with me? But…if it's not…for this fanfic's purpose, it is that way.

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