Rhonda blushed at the thoughts in her head as she studied Curly sitting at the desk in the front of the classroom. Never did she get red faced when thinking of having sex with someone. With Arnold and Lorenzo it seemed to be more of a business venture. It was almost unattached. A few others too were the same thing. The thought of one day of her consummating her relationship with Curly had her heart fluttering.

She knew he was strong and very graceful. He knew he held perfect rhythm. That one had her blood rushing to that part of her body she hoped wasn't flashing a neon sign to everyone saying that she is having impure thoughts of, Thaddeus.

Oh the thought of screaming out his name as their bodies are wrapped together had her almost getting up to run out just to splash cold water on her face. Rhonda needed him She wanted those lips on hers.

Suddenly she wondered if she could satisfy him in that way. She was a stiff compared to him. Will he be satisfied with her? Rhonda looked down at her slim frame wishing now it looked more like Helga's. Helga at least knew how to dance. She wasn't blind to see that Arnold and her were always wrapped up in an eternal afterglow of lovemaking. Should she ask her of pointers? No that would be absurd of her to do.

Sensing someone looking at her, Rhonda noticed that it was Curly. Her heart melted and her smile showed her love to him. She really needed those lips.

At lunch, Rhonda and him left to have lunch off campus. Grabbing a quick something they then spent the rest of their lunch break in his car making out. Him on top of her as their lips made love together. Rhonda had been desiring this all day. Simple kisses weren't doing it anymore. She needed this.

"Touch me please, Thad." She pleaded breathlessly.

Feeling his hand on her breast, Rhonda felt inadequate in his hand. So small even as his finger brushed against her nipple. She moaned as his lips moved down to her neck. She could hear their breathing as she moved her hands under the fabric of his shirt.

Curly pressed his hips against her. He had no idea what she had been thinking about today, but his thoughts continued to center around her. The dress she was wearing that showed her sweet chest off perfectly. Those legs that had him wishing he could touch. Those lips. The lips he was continuing to claim right now.

Feeling him pull away to take a breather, Rhonda smiled at him even as she unbuttoned her front just to let him see the bra she was wearing. She felt still horrible about how small she was. "I'm sorry I'm so tiny here."

His eyes enjoyed the lacy white bra she was wearing. "Not tiny." He breathed as he lowered his head. "Perfect." Kissing the exposed part of her chest, Curly moved up to kiss her lips again. "You've been driving me wild for a long time, Rhonda. Don't you forget it."

Wrapping her arms around him, Rhonda felt a little better about herself after he said that.

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Stinky was trying to read over Sid's shoulder during lunch, but the writing was so darn tiny that he kept squinting his eyes trying to see one word. After some time he thought it was time to ask. "Say Sid, what's that your reading there?"

Sid smirked wondering when he would ask him that question. He already knew he was being nosy so he thought he would wait for an opening to say something. "I've been accepted to compete." Suddenly his confidence gave way to his nerves. His pause had his friends suddenly peeked at what the letter was. Turning to face Stinky he was unaware of everyone staring at him. "I've been accepted to compete in this cooking show where kids of my age group go in, and whoever wins gets a scholarship to the top culinary institute."

"Hey that's great, Sid. Congratulations." Gerald told him.

Arnold smiled at Sid. "I didn't even know you signed up for anything like that. Still it's great to hear they want you to compete."

Phoebe was intrigued. "When did you sign up and how? Did you have to submit a recipe or video submission?"

"Video submission with one of my favorite recipes. I'm surprised I'm accepted given the fact that I don't exactly have model looks." Curly continued to look down at his letter just to hear the distinct snort of Helga. What is she going to say? He almost feared the worst given the fact at how many times in the past when they were young he called her scary and dog like.

"Oh please." Helga could almost sense Arnold about to cut her off. "I hate to exactly admit this but you aren't ugly." Now that surprised the group. Here she is giving a compliment, but in her snide way. "The only reason why you don't do great with girls is how you treat the majority of us. It is like your nervous tick or something."

"Are you actually saying something nice to me?" Sid was shocked. She was scowling away, but she was being cool about things right now.

Her eyes went to him. "Uh yeah." She then leaned forward. "There is this certain charm about you that I've noticed when I've viewed your sales technique at the store. You are transformed. You aren't being a bullshitter or anything. Girls seem to find you adorable. Now use some of that while you are competing and you never know."

"Th-Thanks Helga. That means a lot to me." Sid was truly flattered. Suddenly he felt some confidence. "I don't know every recipe in the book, but I know they'll test us. I'm gonna have to train myself."

Arnold whispered into Helga's ear. "That was sweet of you."

She smiled at him before addressing him. "Let me talk to our cook, Anita to see if she would like to help you. When do you have to do this thing?"

"We are supposed to do this in July."

Nodding her head, Helga smirked. "Since now that we know that you are graduating from here, talk to your parents to see if they are fine with this. I'm certain they want you to have a future that you'll enjoy. I'll talk to Anita when I get home tonight."

Sid wanted to hug her. "What about my job?"

She waved him off. "This is more important to you. I was just being a hard ass on you for a reason." Feeling Arnold wrap his arms around her, Helga sighed softly.

"I have a new program to run by you later." He whispered into her ear.

"Run away, Football Head." Helga cooed.

Phoebe hugged Gerald. "This is exciting to have our futures already in front of us. I can't wait to see more."

Can this girl get anymore into his heart than she already has? Gerald always had to question this while her arms were wrapped around him. "Neither can I, Phoebe." His eye went to her left hand.

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It was a weekend where Sid was standing in the very large kitchen listening to Anita as she spoke. To hear that she even competed in competitions made him feel some type of comfort to know that someone had experience. She won some and she lost some. She told him to be always realistic, but never to lose sight of what he wanted.

"They are often impressed with hard dishes that are made in a short amount of time. Of course you can't over do it all by putting everything into the pantry on your dish. Once that is done, than you are sometimes done." Anita was saying. "First I'm going to start you off on something that you are familiar with. I'm giving you a 30 minute cook time for this."

"What if it is a pot roast that I'm familiar with?" Sid wondered as he sat on the stool patiently just soaking in all this information.

Anita smiled patiently. "I will say to forget about that for now. Still we will do a pot roast just to cut the cooking time in half. There are times that even the judges want to see what you can accomplish on a meal that is required to be slow cooked." She got off her stool to bring it over to the side he was currently sitting on. "Right now let us do a steak. I want you to cook it in a way that isn't just a regular meat and potato's type of way. I want you to wow me with what you know so far." She winked at him. "I have a feeling about you."

Getting off his stool, Sid made sure his apron was fastened on him before he began to prepare his meal. He felt excitement course through his body. He felt a sheer confidence at doing this. He knew he could accomplish this task.

After 30 minutes, Sid had Arnold and Helga sitting in front of his prepared plate. The way that Helga stared at the slaw on the plate as if it was about to kill her made him nervous. Anita whispering to him how Helga hates the taste of cole slaw had him gulping.

"This is a grilled asian flank steak with sweet slaw." Sid felt really shaky speaking in front of Helga as she just continued to eye that slaw. "I prepared it with soy sauce, fresh ginger, garlic clove, rice vinegar, jalapenos, green onions, and Napa cabbage. I hope you enjoy."

Helga's eyes lifted up to meet his before she took a bite of her steak now wishing she wasn't a guinea pig right now. The steak melted in her mouth prompting her to eat another. She noticed how Arnold took bites of both the steak and slaw. She knew she would be expected to take a bite of that vile stuff so to satisfy them, Helga did to find it not so bad. "I hate slaw, but this isn't so bad considering."

"Yeah I like how it isn't overpowering. Also that steak just melts right in my mouth." Arnold smiled as he took another bite. "This is good. What would your dad say to this?"

"That I might be out of the job if this kid continues to cook." Anita answered for Helga. Placing a hand on Sid's shoulder she smiled. "You did a good job kid. You found a short cut in how to marinate your meat in a short amount of time."

"Thanks, Anita for everything." Sid couldn't wait to learn more as he continued to look at Helga eating. "Did you really like it, Helga?"

Lifting her finger up, Helga let Arnold answer for her. "She's eating now so it is obvious she loves it."

Helga was a tough critic so Sid felt good about himself. "I can't wait to learn more. Teach me, Anita."

"I will, Grasshopper." Anita informed him before handing him a dish. "Now eat up."

Doing so, Sid felt giddy with excitement. He couldn't wait to tell his parents about this. He couldn't wait till he had this competition if this training kept up.

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"Come here, Patty!" Toby cried out in frustration as he weakly tried to raise up his bottle to his lips only to fail. Groaning at his ineptitude he needed his girlfriend's help.

Patty looked at him just sitting there. Booze was littering around his desk chair from where his friends have been giving in to his demands. She shook her head not wanting to get closer to him. When he called her over she didn't hear him slurring, but now he was. It only took her 10 minutes to get here. How much did he have in that span of time? Where is his parents?

Toby couldn't believe she wasn't moving closer to him. "Babe come here." He demanded as he dropped his empty bottle on the ground. "Great. Now I need another."

"No." She finally spoke. Strength started to filter in even as nervous as she was.

"Why? I need you."

"You just want me to get you more beer." She already knew why she was needed. She was his maid now. "Where are your parents?"

"Working. Now come here. I want to see your sexy ass over here."

Patty felt sickened. He never spoke like this to her before. He was always so kind before. "No. Ever since the shooting you changed. You were starting to get better until your friends gave you alcohol just because of one stumble."

Toby sneered at her. "You don't know shit. They are helping me. You are just standing there doing nothing."

This time she stepped closer just to point at the bottles surrounding him. His room smelled horrible. "I was helping until your friends came over to shove this in your mouth. Now all you can do is drink and make me feel horrible about myself. I love you, but loving you doesn't mean I should stand around to take this."

His mind was fuzzy while he wished he could get up. "What are you saying?"

Her heart felt like it was being stabbed. "I wanted to be with you for a long time, but I can't when you are doing this to yourself. You were so smart. So bright. I loved being around you, but now you make me feel bad about myself with what you say to me. You treat me like a servant and not an equal." A teardrop slid down her cheek. "I have to end this, Toby. Please get better for your own sake. Please."

She had to leave. She wanted to say more, but couldn't as she left his house. She could hear him calling out her name to have her come back. Patty had to hope that he would get better. She had to hope.


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