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This chapter has a reference to Mean Girls and a Hey Arnold episode, so see if you can find them!

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Chapter 9

He was going to be late.

He was going to miss her!

Him! Brainy!

He came in early to fix up the backstage equipment, and easily lost track of time. The new dropping chandelier just came in today, and Brainy had the best time ever this morning setting it up for the show.

Unfortunately, he spent too much time admiring it, because he was late.

Helga would be gone from her locker any second now! He had to see her once before school started today… even if she did punch him in the face…

He did his best to make it quickly to his "viewpoint." However, due to his speed walking, Brainy looked more awkward than ever, almost as if there was something up his butt…

But he made it on time, with some time to spare and heaved louder than usual because of his physical exertion. When he peered around the corner to look for Helga, he saw one of the most repulsive things he had ever witnessed.

Helga was swapping spit with Wolfgang.

WOLFGANG.

Were his eyes deceiving him? Was this some kind of joke? What the hell?

Brainy rubbed his eyes to make sure this wasn't some kind of vision.

But, sure enough, they kept going.

As a matter of fact, it was kind of hot. Hot to watch.

But wait, back up, Helga is in love with Arnold…Brainy knew because of all of the times he stalked her. Her heart could never be moved, she loved Arnold, and she hated Wolfgang. If she hated Wolfgang, then why the hell was she making out with him?

There's no way she would ever do that.

But she clearly was, and was putting on a nice show for the whole entire school.

Lots of kids walked by, half in disgust at the PDA in the hallway, and the others in complete shock.

Brainy heard a, "Mmm, mmm, mmm! Ain't nobody got time for that. Get a room…" and Gerald took Phoebe's hand and they left the scene.

Rhonda and Nadine walked by, and when Rhonda saw what was going on, she scowled, turned red with anger, and stomped off in the other direction, with Nadine following behind. From behind them, a short dark haired kid peered around a corner on the opposite of the hallway. Curly's eyes were watching Rhonda go down the hallway, and he had a foul grin on his face.

This isn't like Helga, what is she doing?

Suddenly, Brainy heard a SLAP, and he directed his attention toward the sound, which must have been caused by Arnold. He was sitting on his butt, his books sprawled on the hall floor, and the Wet Floor sign lied next to him. His mouth gaped open, but when he realized he was on the floor, and everyone was staring at him, including Wolfgang and Helga, he quickly picked his things up, "Um…I must have uh…slipped. I'm okay though…"

Feeling like Eugene, and quite embarrassed, Arnold stood up and dusted himself off, and walked to his class with a wet spot on his butt.

Wolfgang turned back to Helga to resume their previous make out session, but she took her books, closed her locker and pushed Wolfgang away, "I…I…have to go to the bathroom…bye." She held her books teddy bear style and quickly walked off, with a red face.

She sat in the pool's bleachers and was skipping her first hour. Her head rested in her hands. Brainy wasn't sure if she was crying or not, but one thing's for sure, he'd never seen Helga Pataki cry. Something was up, and Brainy wanted to help, but how? It's not like he could just walk up to her and say, "Oh, I was watching you, and I'm wondering if you're ok."

No.

She would definitely punch him.

Besides, Brainy was so awkward, he wouldn't be able to get that sentence out straight.

Maybe he should just pretend to walk in?

Maybe he's doing maintenance on the pool or something? He was the tech guy around school, she would buy it.

But one thing was for sure, he needed to talk to her. She wasn't being herself with all that make out crap earlier.

Brainy crept back up to the main entrance, and opened the door casually.

Helga looked up from where she was sitting to reveal puffy eyes, "Hey Brainy." She said quietly.

"Uh…Hi Helga…" he walked toward the railing before the bleachers, "Uh…are you…okay?"

She chuckled softly and looked away, "Everything's just peachy."

"Uh…are you sure?"

"What's it to you?"

"Well…you're not…uh…acting like your…uh…self. And I uh…care about you, Helga."

She looked at him with her ocean blue eyes wide. "Are you…talking about this morning? Because that wasn't me back there Brainy. You know me, I wouldn't do that."

"Uh…"

"Look, I would tell you if I could Brainy, but I can't, okay?"

"Tell me what?"

She groaned, "I don't like Wolfgang. At all. I would stay as far away as possible from him as possible if I could."

"So then…uh…why did you…uh…."

"Make out with him? I can't tell you." She looked away.

"Why?"

"I just can't, that's all, okay?!"

"Well…okay I guess." He said, he sat down next to her on the bleachers, "But…uh…what about Arnold?" She sighed, but Brainy continued, "You love him."

Helga and Brainy had a silent agreement, Brainy knew all about Arnold and Helga from his stalking sessions and Helga knew that, but Helga and Brainy just kept it a secret between them. An unspoken agreement.

She sat silent.

"Right?" Brainy asked.

"I don't even know anymore." She turned to Brainy, "He doesn't love me. He just feels sorry for me."

"Helga…I…uh…know he loves you…"

"Why, do you stalk him too?"

He laughed with a snort, "I can…uh…just tell by the…uh…way he looked at you…"

"Whatever." She stood up, rubbed her eyes with the back of her free hand, and picked her books up. "I should probably get back to class now."

"Yeah…uh…I should too…"

"I'll see you around Brainy."

"Bye Helga."

She crept into class while with Mr. Simmons' back turned as he wrote something on the whiteboard. Thankfully, the door was in the back of the classroom, so Mr. Simmons might not notice that she came in late. But as soon as Helga sat down in the back of the classroom, Mr. Simmons said with his back turned, still writing, "Helga we can talk after class." And all the eyes in the class turned back on her, including Wolfgang and Arnold.

She smiled sheepishly, "'Kay, Mr. Simmons."

Helga heard a girl with black hair in the front of the class whisper to her friend, "She's probably late because she was too busy making out with Wolfgang." Amused with her own joke, she continued, "They were in the projection room above the auditorium!"

Her friend giggled quietly.

"Rhonda…" Helga growled quietly to herself.

"Rhonda, stop." Arnold whispered.

ARNOLD?

"Class, quiet down," Mr. Simmons said with his back turned writing on the board still.

Suddenly, the fire alarms blared, the warning lights flashed, and everyone stood up to make their way out of the room.

"Oh my! Class! This isn't a drill! We need to stay calm and-" Mr. Simmons shouted, and students began to run out of the class, cutting him off. He followed the kids out the door.

Helga's heart started to pound with adrenaline. This old school had such bad infrastructure that it could be burnt to a crisp in a few minutes. She had to hurry out, but kids ran past her and caused her to trip, making a loud thud on the ground.

"Helga! Come on let's go!" Arnold shouted, being the only one waiting for her. Everyone else ran outside. She ran for the door, and then the lights went out. The alarms stopped, and they were surrounded by blackness.

The intercom clicked on, and a maniacal laugh was heard through the speakers, "Down once more to the dungeon of my black despair! Down we plunge to the prison of my mind! Down that path into darkness deep as Hell! " and the voice laughed again.

People outside the room began to scream in terror.

"Arnold! Where are you?"

"Here!" He took her hand. Helga felt herself go pink from holding it.

"What's going on?"

"I have no idea,"She could hear the fear in his voice, and his palm was beginning to sweat. Or was it her palm sweating?

"No one can touch me. I am invisible. I hide in the shadows like a phantom. The electricity is in my control, not the janitors, not the officials, but by me. And the light you cherish can be turned on again. On one condition…" the intercom spoke to the school, "Eugene Horowitz is needed in the auditorium…alone"

A/N: BUM BUM BUM...

Hostage Eugene...should he go or not? Hmmmm...

Did you find the references?