Chapter#21: Stuff happens.
PHS 118
"Ugh! The nerve of those jerks!." Rhonda angrily slammed her lunch tray on the table startling Sid.
"What's up." He asked putting down his fork.
"I got an A+ in my French test, but the morons in my class are putting out a rumour that daddy's paying the teachers to give me A's."
Sid sighed, "Rhonda, we're gonna leave this place in three weeks. Who cares what they think? You know it's not true, I know it's not true and the sucker who started the rumor knows it's not true so to heck with them!." He poked his spaghetti with his fork. "Sometimes I wonder if the jerks in here are really older than us." He mumbled.
Helga joined them.
"They ran out of chicken strips?." Rhonda asked the blonde who was just having milk for lunch.
"I'm not really hungry." Helga replied.
"Trying to keep your girlish figure for the big day tomorrow?." Sid teased and was met with a scowl from her.
"Geez don't have a cow." He mumbled and went back to finishing his lunch.
"So… nervous?." Rhonda gave her a weak smile.
Helga just sighed and looked down at her watch. "I don't wanna talk about it Rhonda…"
"I understand."
The two girls smiled understandingly at each other making Sid smile.
Rhonda may seem like a conceited, snobby rich girl but once you get to know her you'll find in her a heart of gold worth more than all her dad's money.
"You know today's special is chocolate cake." Rhonda winked at Helga who immediately darted towards he cafeteria counter to snag the last slice of chocolate cake.
"You girls are weird." He chuckled.
Rhonda chuckled too and gave him a wink which sent a bolt of electricity shooting down his spine.
What just happened?...
"Ok kids remember to have your assignments turned in by next Monday." Ms. Gross reminded her students when the bell rang and the students were leaving.
She seemed so depressed, it's been a whole week and she still hasn't gotten a reply from Morgan… Joey.
And Joey couldn't help but feel bad and disgusted at himself, he only wanted to help out his favourite teacher… but this happens…
"You sure about this Gerald?." Arnold asked his best friend as they both waited at Gerald field that afternoon after school.
"I just need to get to the bottom of this, it's been over two months since the prom and nobody's telling me what Wolfgang was doing with Phoebe and she keeps avoidin' me."
Arnold saw Wolfgang and Edmund and his gang walking towards them.
"I should've gotten Harold to come with us." Gerald groaned.
"I'm not interested in fighting you Whoopie Goldberg, I'm already wasting my time meeting up with you. Unless you want a fight, then I suggest you call the hospital and make a reservation at the Intensive Care Unit. I'm sure I'll be done with you in less than a minute."
Wolfgang's friends laughed.
"What were you doing with Phoebe at the prom?." Gerald went straight to the point.
Wolfgang's face became serious again. "None of your business."
"Oh yes-it-is, because I asked her first and you were trying to steal her from me."
"Hey! She never wanted to go with you in the first place. Your head was too big for her liking."
"Yeah bro, you actually believed her excuse about her dad's relatives coming to town? She used that as an excuse to not come." Mickey the weasel stepped in.
"How do you know all this?." Arnold asked.
"I'm Wolfgang football face, I ruled PS118 and I rule PJHS118 and will rule PHS118…"
"You're a liar." Gerald whispered harshly at the bully, his fists were balled up and eyes to the ground.
"What did you just call me homeboy?."
"You're a freakin',big-fat-LIAR!." Gerald shouted.
"Alright that's it!." Wolfgang pushed Arnold aside and went to grab Gerald by the collar. "You're history."
"Hey!."
Another guy shouted and everyone turned to find Jamie-O stepping out of his car and walking towards them.
"What's going on here young blood?." The older Johanssen asked the two boys who were about to fight.
"Just getting a few things straightened out." Wolfgang let go of Gerald and with one last glare at Arnold and Gerald he left. Of course topped with a scoff at Jamie-O. "So you made it to the college football team… way to go."
"They don't let you in without no discipline." Jamie-O retorted.
Wolfgang gave another scoff before leaving with his gang.
"Jamie-O you're back from college?." Gerald turned to his big brother.
"No, I'm his long lost twin." Jamie-O mocked. "Mama was worried sick about you! Now get in the car before I smack the cornrows out of that stupid head of yours!."
"But Jam-."
"In-side!."
Gerald groaned and did what he was told.
"Want me to give you a ride Arnold?." Jamie-O asked.
"No it's fine, my house is just around the corner." He replied and watched them leave.
Arnold kicked a pebble as he walked back home.
It's his last two days in Hilwood and already his best friend was getting into trouble… another reason that made him not want to leave…
Author's Note: We're nearing the end boys and girls! n_n