Rhonda's Revenge

Chapter 10

A date...

A/N Ok, I said that this might take a little longer but I decided against what I was thinking of doing when I had an idea earlier in the day. I'm not going to tell you what that idea was, cause that would ruin things for you, so just sit back, relax and enjoy the show.

Disclaimer-you geek-baits are all the same aren't you. You all seem to want this. Well fine then, I'll say it extra loud so you'll be sure to hear it. I DON'T OWN HEY ARNOLD.

'I guess this is alright.' Helga had a variety of things that were different about her tonight. Rhonda had gone all out with her makeup and decided to make Helga look as un-Helga as possible. She had used a small amount of wax to help trim her unibrow, as well as the use of other cosmetics to hide behind. 'Nobody will think it's me, that's for sure. This is way more elaborate then my Cecile getup.'

She entered Slausen's and found the table that Curly was sitting at. They both agreed to meet there as opposed to Curly coming to her house and walking over with her. She greeted him, and his jaw seemed to drop. Even he, the crazy little bugger that he was, couldn't form words.

'Huh, I guess even crazy people have difficulty forming words when they see a crush dress up for a date.' Curly, still a little pale, finally managed a choke out a response.

"H-Helga!" Helga raised an eyebrow as he just stood up, pulled a chair out for her to sit down, sat back down, and barely stammer out again, "Y-You look g-great."

"Alright enough with the various date pleasantries," she was blunt and forceful as she spoke, which seemed to calm the little weirdo down enough to where he could speak in coherent sentences.

"Helga, I wanted to thank you for actually agreeing to come on this date with me. I mean you kind of acted like weren't wanting to." He stared at her as he spoke, making direct eye contact, sort of. The bottle cap glasses he wore made it hard to see those eyes of his. Helga just stared at him with a confused look on her face.

"Curly…" She was interrupted.

"Hi there folks, can I ask what the two of you would like this evening."Helga glared at the waiter. Slausen's was probably the only ice cream shop in town where they actually came to the table to take your order. She just brushed it off and ordered.

"I'll have the banana split."

"Hot fudge sundae, please." The waiter left to make their orders and Helga decided to start in again.

"Curly, look I know you… like me a lot… but I…" She was cut off, again.

"If it's the whole insane stalker thing that's bugging you, that can go out the window, I can control myself." He had become a little more frantic as he sensed what was going to come out of Helga's mouth. Helga just opened her mouth to try and talk to the little runt but he choked out a few more words before she could say anything. "I'm not really all that crazy."

"Curly, listen I, wait, what." Helga had a now puzzled expression. "What do you mean, 'not really all that crazy'?"

"I may exaggerate the terms of my various mental problems just a bit at school. I know this is going to sound odd, but all I really suffer from is a mild case of Hyperactivity, which I take meds for so I'm not bouncing off the walls in Mr. Simmons' class. I do a lot of the other stuff as a part of an act. The school district has a little mark down in my permanent record under the mental issues box of the document. Apparently, it's just a little box that asks if you do or don't have problems, which means I can get away with more than normal people."

"Then what the heck is up with the crazy routine? You scare the living daylights out of everyone! Why would you do half the stuff you do?"

"That's the point. The point is to scare people."

"Huh?"

"Have you seen me recently? I'm about a foot shorted than everyone else, I can't see anything if anyone decides to claim my glasses, and I've got the muscular potential equivalent to that of a flying squirrel. If I didn't go the crazy route, I'd be the piece of gum people decide to scrape off the pavement every day." Helga wanted to say something, but figured she didn't have any right to.

'He's not that different from me; He has a mask and walls, he just uses them differently.' Helga decided to not say some of the stuff that was in her head. "Curly, I…" she was interrupted again.

"And you don't need to worry about your reputation. You can just pretend you hate me, you can say all of those annoying spiteful things. I'll act like I always do, and people will just think that you're my next Rhonda."Helga was now starting to look annoyed.

"Look, we need to get a few things straight before we continue with this little 'date' of ours."

"Oh darling, whatever do you mean?" He questioned as coyly as humanly possible.

"Stop calling me that. I hate pet names" 'at least from you,' she added mentally before continuing. Before she could though, the waiter had returned. Helga's banana split resembled that of a particular football headed boy. The sight was enough to calm her down.

"Look, I asked you here so I could set you straight in private as opposed to smearing you out at school. I don't love you, I don't Like you-like you, heck, I'm not even sure if I like you." She was being as blunt as possible to make sure Curly got it, and judging by the sullen expression he had on his face, he got the message loud and clear. "This whole situation was brought about from a misunderstanding, and for that I apologize." Curly just stood there, mouth agape once again. There was no doubt that he was more than a little confused.

"Then… why are you all dressed up. I mean you surely haven't decided to come to execute our relationship in the attire of a beautiful goddess." Helga just raised an eyebrow at the description of her he just gave. It was jeans and a pink T-shirt for crying out loud.

'That was actually pretty good. He needs to write this stuff down,' She shook her head a little bit. "Look, when I talked with you earlier in the morning, it was a favor to Rhonda. She asked me if I'd run interference with you for her. I guess she just got tired of the various public displays of affection. You latching on to me was probably the last thing either one of us expected, but she decided to make the best of it and sent me on this little date as gussied up as she could for an ice cream parlor. She probably wanted to make your primary focus me so you wouldn't bug her anymore."

"So this whole thing was Rhonda's fault. Why would you go along with all of this? I mean you're not the kind of person to go along with this sort of thing, especially not for Rhonda. Oh, I know she has something on you doesn't she? Oh if I didn't have the hugest crush on her I'd…"

"Wait a minute here. You really do still have feelings for Rhonda?" Now Curly was starting to sweat. He had said just a little bit too much.

"Ummm… yeah, about that, you have to promise not to get mad." Curly was really nervous as he spoke.

"I don't make promises bowl hair, now tell me what exactly you meant by that last little statement, because if it implied what I think it implied, you're going to get your butt handed to you." Helga was more than a little annoyed, she passed that when she left Rhonda's place.

"Alright, alright; at the start of this little mock relationship of ours, I may have been using you… to uh, get Rhonda jealous." Helga had gone from beyond annoyed to furious.

"You did WHAT!" Helga's voice had risen to decibels that caused the owners to glance over briefly, just to make sure it wasn't someone that would cause problems in the store.

"Helga, sweaty, calm down, it started out as that, but as I watched you over the course of the day I actually started to like you, a lot. I just want to be completely honest with you."

"Well…" Helga stared at what she assumed were puppy-dog eyes, and started to let her guard down. "I think I can find it in my heart to forgive you, mainly because we were both sort of playing with the other person's heart. As long as you realize that we aren't going to be seeing each other."

"You were forced into it though. I wasn't, and for that I really am sorry. Out of all the bullies at our school, you're the only one that didn't try to pick on me when we were younger." His face had gotten really pale and Helga could tell that he regretted what he did. "I'll do anything to make it up to you. I would like for us to at least be friends." Helga frowned a little bit, but her mood changed when she heard his offer.

"You don't have to worry so much. I just want one thing from you. If you really are angry at Rhonda, then I know of a very good way to get back at her. You can consider it a favor to me as well." Helga got that evil look in her eye. Curly didn't spend a lot of time with Helga, but he watched her enough during the day to learn what that look meant. She had a new scheme. "I want you tell me everything you know about Rhonda."

A/N that's all for now, I'll post the next chapter tomorrow. Another reason you're getting this now is because I decided to split into three parts. So yes the night is still young. Also, I hope I didn't ruin Curly for you people. He'll still be just as random in school so don't worry.