A/N: (Hey! HoshiAM here delivering the next chapter to this newest story. Thanks for the reviews and I sure hope that everyone's starting to like this fanfic. This story is like those alternate universe ones. There's more in the upcoming chapters. So now read, laugh, be surprised at our favorite Hey Arnold characters. Enjoy and don't forget to leave a review in the end!)

Summary: Phoebe applies to a private boarding school and leaves Helga to join Blue Ridge Academy. Not having her best friend around, Helga decides to enroll in the boarding school. Once both girls are in they meet the exclusive clique in school called the Foxy Foxes. Can Phoebe and Helga succeed in a new school and what happens when both meet Arnold and Gerald? Will they be able to survive the school filled with gossip, mystery, and drama?

The Foxy Foxes Motto:

If they say you're in, you're in.

If you break the rules, you're in.

If you mess with them, kiss your life goodbye.

Chapter 4: Who's The Skirt?

"Hey are you all right?" he asked.

A simple unanswered question. What just happened? Helga recalled arriving to Blue Ridge Academy, taking a tour, talking with the admissions director, then met the headmaster, and now she was lying on the grass. She suddenly wished she was back home. She couldn't believe she got hit by a soccer ball in front of a group of boys.

'This is embarrassing,' Helga thought opening her eyes meeting the gaze of the boy hovering over her.

He was skinny, with black stringy hair, and had a very odd shaped nose. He was wearing the school's uniform but was taking a bold move by wearing a green baseball cap backwards.

"Boy howdy you sure got knocked out," the boy said helping Helga stand up. "Are you all right?"

Helga rubbed her temples noticing the group of boys moving closer to where she was standing. There were six in total and all of them were wearing the school's uniform. The boy's uniform consisted of black shoes, navy blue pants, a white long-sleeve dress shirt with a navy blue tie and a dark blue blazer. Although, none of the guys were wearing their blazers but had the sleeves of their shirts rolled up.

"Hey didn't you hear 'heads up?'" a boy with mocha-colored skin and tall curly black hair grumbled crossing his arms.

"Is she okay?" another boy with a southern accent asked. "Are…you…okay?"

Helga glared at him who had spiky light brown hair and was the tallest one in the group. She wanted to start screaming at everyone but felt the world pause for a moment. Behind the tallest boy there was someone who had caught her attention.

A boy with fair skin, ruffled blond hair, and stunning green eyes approached her slowly. He was taller than her with an athletic build and he wore a tiny blue hat. He might've been moving slowly in Helga's view but didn't guys who looked hot always walk in slow motion?

It was hard not to pay attention to his good looks. Helga tried her best to not start drooling on the spot. She might've been checking out his features but she also paid attention to his weird oblong shaped head.

"I'm so sorry," he apologized standing in front of Helga. "I kicked the ball but I didn't see you there. Are you all right?"

The boy's voice was music to Helga's ears. The way his gaze trailed her body made her skin burn. Definitely time had stopped and Helga's mind was all over the place. She tried to figure out why was she feeling so nervous? So far in her life there hasn't been anyone who made her want to swoon.

He continued to stare at her waiting for a response. Helga didn't want him to notice that only his gaze was making her anxious. She knew that all the boys were staring at her but they didn't matter. She felt tongue-tied and her cheeks were starting to turn bright pink.

"Man oh man," the boy with the tall hair commented. "Your face is starting to turn red."

Helga looked away covering her cheeks with her hands and asked, "You were the one who kicked the ball?"

"Yeah," he replied sounding embarrassed. "I'm really sorry."

Helga could feel everyone staring at her weirdly. She needed to speak but the words kept slipping her tongue. The emotion she wanted to show was anger but the only emotion overpowering her was anxiety. All of sudden, she wondered what happened to the tough girl she had always been.

It couldn't be that seeing one cute boy made her have a nervous meltdown. She tried to recall that there were other times she saw cute boys at her school. Except, none of them made her girlhood tremble.

She brushed off her capri pants and fixed her headband, as she tried to keep control. Finally, gathering some courage she meet the gaze of the boy standing before her. It was time to give him a piece of her mind.

"Looks like you need to work on your kick," Helga snapped crossing her arms. "You…you…football head."

All the boys gasped except for one who started to laugh and taunt. He was on the chubby side, with a unibrow, and had a blue baseball cap backwards.

"Ha, ha, ha…football head," he jeered pointing at him. "Why didn't I think of that?"

"Willikers Arnold, you ain't going to let a girl call you that?" the boy with the southern accent wondered looking at Helga.

'Arnold? His name's Arnold?' Helga thought staring at him.

"Hey, who do you think you are? Coming here calling us names?" the boy with the mocha-colored skin yelled. "My friend apologized to you."

"So? Stay out of this tall hair boy!" Helga yelled back.

"What did you say about my hair?" he shouted walking up to Helga.

"Hold it Gerald," Arnold said grabbing his arm still looking at Helga. "Football head? Is that all you got?"

Helga felt her eyes widen and her tongue become tangled at such a response. Never in her fifteen years of teasing others had there been anyone to stand up to her. Helga could feel all the boys waiting for her reply but what was she supposed to do? She could grab him by his tie and push him to the ground for asking such a ridiculous question.

She needed to remember that she wasn't dealing with regular boys she would find in her old school. No, these boys were probably rich and snobby. They weren't going to let a girl push them around.

So much, for a fresh start. There was still no word if she was going to get accepted but she wanted a new beginning. Phoebe had told her that she needed to be nicer but it was going to be a difficult task. It was so hard to make a good impression but Helga was going to make sure that everyone remembered her name. She turned her hands into fists getting Ol'Betsy and the Five Avengers ready to wipe away Arnold's smirk.

"You aren't from here huh?" a boy with short blond curly hair and glasses remarked.

"Yeah, Robert's right, where did you come from?" the chubby boy asked.

"I reckon you must be new on account of we have never seen you before," the tallest boy noted extending his hand towards Helga. "My name's Stinky Peterson."

"What are you doing?" Gerald questioned tugging Stinky's arm back.

"Shouldn't we all introduce ourselves since we don't know her," Stinky pointed out glancing at Helga.

"Why bother?" the chubby boy said shrugging his shoulders. "She's not wearing a uniform meaning she doesn't belong in the school."

"You're right Harold," the skinny boy agreed. "She must be a trespasser, should we report her?"

"Yeah we should Sid," Robert said adjusting his glasses.

There was definitely a rollercoaster in Helga's stomach as she shifted her gaze to look at each boy. Why did she have to open her mouth? Once again, Helga felt she couldn't control the rage that caused her to get into this mess. Instead of screaming at them, she should've just giggled like other girls did. Surely, the boys would've been drooling over her instead of frowning.

"Guys! Guys!" Arnold shouted making everyone be quiet.

"Who I am and where I'm from, is none of your business," Helga said rolling her eyes.

"You're wrong," Gerald said shaking his head. "You're in our school and that means it is our business to know who you are?"

"It's okay Gerald," Arnold assured looking into Helga's eyes. "If she doesn't want to tell us who she is then we aren't going to force her."

"That's right," Helga agreed trying to maintain composed but was losing it with Arnold's gaze.

Helga looked away feeling her cheeks starting to blush again. The only thing she wanted was to find her friend Phoebe. She could've walked away but didn't want the guys thinking she was scared of them. Especially, let Arnold think he was the reason she was starting to get all flustered.

"Hey you guys!" another boy shouted running up to the group.

Helga looked over at the boy who was short and kind of chubby. He had short curly black hair and caramel colored skin. He panted as he did a high-five with the boy wearing the green baseball cap.

"This is going to sound crazy but…" he paused glancing at Helga confused. "Who's the skirt?"

She glared at him noticing he had a missing tooth. He was going to be missing much more if he referred to her as a skirt again.

"That's what we're trying to figure out Joey," Gerald replied.

"Well ask her," Joey said turning to look at Helga. "Who are you?"

"Helga!" someone shouted behind all of them.

"It's Mr. Davis and some other guy," Sid uttered fixing his loosened tie.

Helga closed her eyes hoping none of the guys heard her name. Except, the headmaster shouted her name again as he approached the group.

"Your name's Helga?" Arnold asked seriously.

She opened her eyes to look at him before replying, "Yeah that's my name and don't you forget it."

"Helga! There you are," Mr. Davis said touching her shoulder. "When I said take a walk around the school, I didn't think you were going to go far."

Helga turned around with a forced smile, "I'm sorry."

"Boys playing soccer?" Mr. Davis asked looking at them.

All the boys nodded trying to be on their best behavior. They glanced at Helga and Mr. Davis then at each other feeling baffled.

Mr. Davis cleared his throat, "Harold and Sid you know the policy that there's no hats allowed."

"Yeah but it shields us from the sun," Sid remarked touching his cap.

"Yeah and Arnold has one too," Harold protested pointing at Arnold's hat.

"Arnold take off the hat," Mr. Davis ordered.

"But Mr. Davis I have never removed this hat," Arnold explained looking down at the ground. "This hat is very special to me."

"I reckon he doesn't even take it off when he takes a shower," Stinky whispered making Gerald shush him.

"Very well, wear the hats out here but in class make sure to take them off," Mr. Davis said grinning. "I don't want to hear complaints from the teachers."

"Don't worry," Sid assured.

"Thank you Mr. Davis," Arnold replied smiling weakly.

"Guess what Helga?" Mr. Davis said turning his attention back to her. "Your father got these new smart phones which aren't going to be available to the market until next month. Isn't that good news?"

Helga stared at him blankly fighting the urge not to scream her lungs out. She barely noticed that her father was a couple feet away yakking away on his cell phone. Big Bob always knew how to pull strings to get the latest products. It was no reason to come shouting like a crazy person.

Where was the other good news Helga was waiting for? The one good news that was going to take away everything that has happened so far. Especially take away the embarrassment of getting hit by a soccer ball in front of a bunch of boys. Mainly in front of the cute guy.

"Now I came to look for you because -"

"You're going to give me even better news? Helga assumed smiling shyly.

Mr. Davis chuckled, "Your father getting the latest cell phones is good news. I can finally get one before anyone else."

"I get cell phones for free," Helga remarked annoyed. "That's not good news for me."

"Let's walk back to my office," Mr. Davis declared turning away from the boys but looked back at them. "Boys make sure to get to class on time and no fooling around."

Helga walked alongside Mr. Davis almost feeling tempted to look back at the boys. Particularly, look back at the boy named Arnold who made her heart accelerate at dangerous levels. Pushing the thoughts of Arnold aside, Helga tried to focus on Mr. Davis's news.

Did the effort of convincing her parents and enduring a five hour drive with Big Bob pay off? Helga wondered if she was going to be able to join Phoebe for their sophomore year. Or was she going to have to say goodbye to Phoebe until their junior year?

Helga brushed her bangs aside and cleared her throat. She couldn't wait until they were back in the office to hear the drastic or delightful news. She came to a standstill and grabbed Mr. Davis's arm to make him stop walking.

She swallowed slowly, "I'm sorry Mr. Davis but I want to know the news now."

"Feeling anxious?"

"Just tell me now," Helga said sighing. "Whatever it is I think I can take it."

"You think?" Mr. Davis remarked touching his chin. "So can you handle the news that you have been accepted to Blue Ridge Academy?"

"What?" Helga stuttered taking slow deep breaths. "I'm in? I did hear you correctly?"

"If you're hyperventilating then I assume you did."

Helga placed her hand over her heart, feeling the rapid pace it was beating. It couldn't be true. It wasn't true. It was a hard thing to believe. If there weren't people around, Helga would've already been jumping, doing back flips, and screaming cheers. The dream of joining Phoebe in this school actually came true. It was time to celebrate.

"Okay, okay…I got in right?" Helga asked trying to maintain calm. "I'm going to start school here?"

"Yes," he replied nodding. "Probably next Monday if we get all your information and get you settled in these days."

"Sure," Helga muttered smiling widely. "Uh…but what happened to only having a limited number of students?"

"The maximum number of students is 450 but now we'll have 451," Mr. Davis explained. "Although, your enrollment will be kept under wraps for now because there are other students in the waiting list."

Helga looked away not wanting to feel some guilt for taking someone's place. She hadn't submitted an application nor was on the waiting list. It was all thanks to good fortune that she was officially a student of Blue Ridge Academy.

"You're here because you're Bob's daughter and he's a good friend of mine," Mr. Davis admitted placing his hand on his chest.

It never occurred to Helga that one day she was going to feel proud of being Big Bob's daughter. She always wondered if she had been adopted into such a careless family. Now she knew that her parents at least cared for her because they agreed to enroll her into Blue Ridge Academy. Helga was always going to be eternally grateful to her parents.

Helga laughed, "You have no idea how happy I'm feeling right now."

Mr. Davis laughed too, "You might be feeling happy now but once you start your classes then it's time to get serious."

"Don't worry I'm going to work hard in all my classes."

"You have to if you want to stay here," Mr. Davis confessed making Helga stare at him worried. "One low grade Helga and it's reason for us to assume that students aren't taking their education seriously. Understand?"

Helga nodded slowly unsure what to answer but there was no need to worry. She had her friend Phoebe who always kept her focused on her studies.

"Yeah I know," Helga said avoiding to look at Mr. Davis.

"Good so let's get started on some paperwork and congratulations Helga," Mr. Davis said shaking her hand. "Welcome to Blue Ridge Academy."

Helga smiled shaking Mr. Davis's hand vigorously. It was time to rejoice. It was time to cheer. It was time to celebrate all week long until she started school next Monday. She knew that once she reunited with Phoebe then the party was going to get started.

Oh yeah, there's a party to celebrate Helga's victory. Wonder who's going to be invited? Phoebe? Perhaps she can invite all the boys so she can get better acquainted. Maybe get better acquainted with the boy who is starting to make her heart race. Now the real adventures are going to begin.

Excellent! This chapter was short but finally Arnold has made his entrance. Now I'm off to get some inspiration to write the next chapter. I'll try to keep away from my video games to update soon. Ooh, now the real action is going to begin at Blue Ridge Academy. So let me know how's it going? Hope you have enjoyed it and don't forget to review. This is HoshiAM saying, thanks for reading :).

Stay tuned for Chapter 5: The Foxy Foxes!