Sexychief - Rhonda is still in the arranged marriage.

Nep2uune - Bradley is just someone who doesn't think nothing of the arrangement as a big deal. He is just pleasing his parents.

Picking Arnold up in the morning before school, Helga was greeted by a kiss and something more. She didn't stop him. Didn't care to. Her eyes met with his as she openly moaned. When she was done, Arnold seemed to look more satisfied than herself.

Enjoying his breakfast, Arnold smugly smiled at her. "Will you be fine to drive?" She shook her head. "Then move over to this seat and I'll take the wheel."

She was willing to let him do so as they switched seats. Her legs felt weaker than her first time. Helga gazed lovingly at him as he drove along. "Will you make that a habit?"

"Yes." He quickly answered. "I dream about you every night and I can't wait to see you. I'm addicted."

Reaching over, Helga placed a gentle hand on his leg. "I adore you. I'm addicted to you too. I want to spend so much time with you."

Taking her hand, Arnold guided it to rest upon his front. "I want to marry you."

In her head she was composing yet another poem about him. She sighed happily. Her body felt more relaxed. She was melting into her seat.

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All week long, Rhonda had been working on her creation. She did speak with, Sheena and Nadine about it. Today she was going to speak to both, Helga and Phoebe too. She worked like a madman. She wanted this to work out. Taking a glance at her buzzing phone she saw it was a text from, Bradley.

Would you care to do something after school? - Bradley

Her eyes lifted up to see that Park and Curly were in a full conversation in the front of class. Frowning for just a few seconds she responded back to him.

Sure. - Rhonda

Great! I'll pick you up at your home. Can't wait to see you. - Bradley.

I'll see you later on. - Rhonda

Putting her phone aside, Rhonda started writing an outline for herself.

Later she was dashing over to Helga and Phoebe at lunch. "Helga and Phoebe, I need your advice. Can we talk in private?"

Seeing her excitement, both Helga and Phoebe were curious as they both kissed their boyfriends before leaving. Rhonda was practically rushing out of there before heading into an unused classroom so they can speak in private. Pulling up her phone she showed them the pictures she took of her dress.

"Organic materials. All of it." Rhonda watched their faces hold different levels of interest. "I know many have called most designers stuff as a work of art, but I really want my stuff to be viewed as a different canvas. I did those wire trees myself. I sewed everything. I questioned both Sheena and Nadine about what is considered safe to the environment and what is not."

Adjusting her glasses, Phoebe zoomed in the picture. "From what I can judge myself is this: You have a level of detail that I'm most impressed with."

"Thank you, Phoebe." Turning to Helga who was still deep in thought, Rhonda had no clue if she should disturb her or not. "Helga?"

"I'm thinking, Princess." She said almost too quietly.

Deciding to distract Rhonda so Helga can think, Phoebe asked, "So is this a plan to get away from your impending marriage?"

"Yes, but I'm unsure of how much of a success I can be with just this alone." Rhonda sat down on one of the desktops. "I'm seeing him after school and even though he didn't turn out quite so shallow as I originally thought, I still don't wish to marry him."

"You can't see yourself being in love with him." Phoebe stated quietly.

Shaking her head, a frown fixed to her features. "I need someone quite unlike myself. I would be bored with him too soon."

One half of Helga's mouth quirked up into the teeniest smile. "Well I know so many reasons why she came to us, Pheebs. We will do our own photobomb of sorts and let it light on fire."

"Meaning?" Phoebe turned to her friend as she started to rattle off a whole list of items thats gonna happen. "Glad I have a good memory." She mumbled to herself.

Getting closer to Rhonda, Helga placed her hand on her shoulder. "You are gonna model your own line and both of us will see to it that everyone will know who you are."

Rhonda's eyes went large as she stood up. "So you are willing to help me."

"That's what we said." Helga snorted out as if it was the most obvious thing she stated. "Just get working on this piece and the other one you have in that drawing. We'll start with the finished product first. The sooner the second piece is done, you'll want to get that over with." She suggested.

Rhonda knew she could count on them. "I will do that. I got so many ideas that I hope people will want them."

Lifting up the phone to study the dress, Helga shook her head. "No this belongs in one of those art places where the artist sells their stuff at almost a steep price."

"We need it copyrighted, Helga." Phoebe chimed in.

"Yep. Can't have anyone stealing this."

Somehow with their help, Rhonda could of sworn she spotted the light at the end of the tunnel.

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Brainy was the only one left in the newsroom. Nothing unusual being that he was the editor. Still as he proofread a few stories he was hyper aware when someone slipped into the room. Typing a few corrections out he lifted his gaze up to find Sienna standing there. Smiling, Brainy stood up to give her a kiss.

"I thought you would still be at the University." Sitting back down, he watched as she went to the other side of his desk to sit down at the edge. Her dress lifting up slightly.

Sienna loved how he appeared slightly ruffled right now. "Finished my work early so here I am visiting my old stomping grounds." She scanned the room noticing nothing much changed except for the person sitting at this desk. "You almost done?"

"Yes. Just a few more corrections and I just send it on its way." Out of the corner of his eye, Brainy saw how she lifted her dress to reveal more of her leg. "A much more of a longer time if you keep that up."

She snickered while she waited for him to finish. Taking a glance at the door she was happy she locked it. Hearing him say he's done, Sienna got off his desk to turn him towards her so she can straddle him. "How was your day?"

"Typical, but better now." His hands roamed up her legs, past the hem of her dress to notice an interesting feature. "I have no homework."

She held a mysterious sultry smile. "Well I have homework for you." Adjusting herself, Sienna undid his pants. "Would you like to handle it?"

Easing her on him, Brainy made sure they were both comfortable. "No. Right now I want to spend many moments with the woman that I love."

Sienna gasped before kissing him passionately. There was a tear in her eye, not from unhappiness, no it was quite the opposite of that.

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After a full half hour with, Bradley she needed to know. More like she was just simply curious. "Have you ever been in love?"

He turned shy as he cleared his throat. "Is there another question you would like to ask instead?"

Resting her chin in the palm of her hand, Rhonda smirked. "Don't be embarrassed. There are plenty who haven't been in love. I haven't been in love." She was unsure if she was in love with Curly though. Attraction? Most positively. Love? Unsure.

Bradley was uncomfortable, but not for that reason. "No I've been in love. I'm still in love."

Her mouth opened up. "Then why aren't you with her?"

"Because it is you." He watched at how she looked knocked back. She didn't believe him. "It was love at first sight for me. True I didn't know you at all back then, but I couldn't help how I felt. I thought you looked perfect."

"Than why agree to sleep with other women until we get married?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

"I agreed for your peace of mind. The thing is that I'm willing to wait till you are ready." Bradley felt like a small child who was nervous after telling his crush how he felt for the first time in his life. "If you think I'm this confident person, I'm really not."

Rhonda examined him throughly to see if this was an act or not. If this was an act than he is a mighty fine actor. If not than she felt bad when she finally lets him down. "You may of wanted this marriage, but I still don't. I'm not comfortable having my life so dictated. I want to find love on my own."

"Give me a chance. That's all I want. I know you'll feel the same for me." He pleaded. "Just please."

She sighed hating herself for agreeing to this. "Sure. Is there a way you can take me home. As I said earlier, I have a lot of homework to do."

"Certainly." Raising his hand to get the check, Bradley smiled at the beauty across from him.

Being let off at the front of her door, Rhonda let him kiss her. There was no sparks, but at least it wasn't as sloppy at the first time. Wishing him a good night, she went inside to thankfully get going on her special project.

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It had been a few weeks of him spotting Rhonda going off with that Bradley fellow. Curly narrowed his eyes towards the departing vehicle hating this. He drove home wishing to do some destruction. Instead he sat in his living room watching television. He was tired of this insistent stupidity of hers.

Still he was on occasion met with a surprise.

There was an image flashing on television. Rhonda's image. She looked beautiful in her creation that she made. It was her nature piece complete with a wire tree attached to it. The first image showed her in the background of a photo in the park. She stood out amongst her surroundings. The second image was ethereal with her arms outstretched to worship the setting sun.

Listening to the people on the news it was mentioned this has been flashing on the internet all day long. Due to school, Curly was occupied so he took the opportunity to catch more of Rhonda's image. Glancing at the bottom corner he spotted who the creation was by, and who photographed it. Helga was involved too. A smile played up on his face. Those girls were actually helping her reach her goal.

Later that night, Curly climbed her fence before scaling her wall to reach her balcony. There she was on her bed drawing away. He wanted to knock on her window till he watched her answer her phone.

"Hello, Bradley. Didn't I just see you?" Rhonda's voice was neutral even as she put her phone down to place on speaker. "I'm drawing here so you are on speaker. Is that all right?"

"Just as long as I hear your voice, than yes." His voice seemed to bellow out. "You look so beautiful in that dress you made. My friends even agree. I'm so lucky to know you."

Rhonda's eyes rolled. "Laying it on thick, aren't you?" Her voice in good humor.

"I can't help how I feel about you. I do love you very much."

Curly leaned against the railing at him uttering those words. Rhonda is a great girl. Far more better now than before.

"Bradley, it feels like you are pressuring me to love you back this instant each time you say this. Please don't." Curly watched at how put her head to the other side of her sketchbook.

"I'm sorry and I'm not sorry. Rhonda, I'm not crazy, but each time I kiss you I just don't want to let you go." Bradley confessed.

Curly had to leave. He couldn't take hearing this any longer. So as easily as he got up there, he left. He needed to think. How did he feel about Rhonda exactly?

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Hearing that Arnold wanted to drive her to school today, Helga waited for him to arrive. Hearing from James that Arnold was there, she walked out of her home to see not the Packard, but a Jeep she never seen before.

"Who's car is that?"

"Mines. I bought it the other night. What do you think?" Arnold wondered proudly.

It was a beautiful dark blue color and did seem to fit him. "I like it. Still there isn't any tint." She pointed out.

"Nope, but it has my girlfriend." Taking her hand, Arnold led her over to the vehicle where he opened up the door for her. "Your seat, Miss."

Kissing him, Helga hopped up into the front seat causing her skirt to rise up more. "I see why you bought this."

Winking at her, Arnold simply shut the door to head to the drivers side. Getting in, he shifted it into first gear. "You can say that."

Helga found him too cute. "Still you can cop a feel with me like you love to do in this." She pointed out as she looked away briefly. Feeling his hand go between her legs she slapped him away playfully. "If you do that you have to make it count."

"Not fair."

"When do I make it fair?" Sticking her tongue out, Helga laughed as he tried to grab her again. "Bad Arnold. Very bad."

He pouted in silence. He couldn't help himself.

Helga smirked towards her boyfriend. She'll let him really smile later on.

Later on after school, Arnold and her were making love on her bed. Clawing at her sheets, she cried out in pleasure. She forgot about anyone else in the house. Really there was only James and Anita there, but they normally stayed downstairs.

When they were done, they both laid there enjoying themselves. They both stared up at the ceiling in self-satisfaction across their faces. She sighed happily as she stood up. "Two hours before they get home. Let's take a shower."

Getting up with her, Arnold followed her willingly. Waiting for her to turn on the shower and to climb in, he got in after to press her against the wall. Lifting her up he was hungry for more. He wanted seconds.

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Thad's grandmother was always a meticulous person with each detail in her life and the lives of many others who were deemed "Influential." Whether poor or rich, she didn't care as long as their hearts beat.

Hearing of the girl that he, "Doesn't quite know his feelings, but she knew where his heart laid," was forced in the position that she was in, her heart bled for her. Spotting the ingenious buzz about a creation that Rhonda made, had her grinning. The girl had what it took. While Rhonda's name was known in these parts, she was acting as a mystery. She wondered if that was her doing or whomever was helping her.

Spotting Helga's name that was attached, Bianca was proud of her. She loved that girl. She was very clever and feisty. She had a very sharp mind that could cut edges into the toughest material. While it was a pity Thad broke it off with her, Bianca knew that their almost similar personalities wouldn't work in the long run. Thad needed someone different for him. Someone who he could bounce off of. Someone who could learn from him.

Picking up the information she picked up on the Green's. This was in particular to Bradley, Bianca pursed her lips. She remembered meeting the boy to find him to be of general intelligence. A bore. His friends were complete braggarts. Spotting a piece of information she was not keen on, Bianca placed it down.

Her eyes went back to Rhonda's artful dress. There was nothing pretentious about her pose at all. It was thoughtful with a bit of hope shining through. There was no written message there, but she seemed to be conveying it completely right now.

Bianca fell in love with the girl and she hadn't even met her personally yet.

All naughty sections are courtesy of Historia70. I believe my friend is trying to kill me. :P

Rhonda has a plan for her life.