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A Broken Heart
Chapter 71: Forbidden Fury
The next day
Phoebe Hyerdahl was walking home to PS 118 with her best friend in toe.
Last night, Helga got into a big fight with her father and she opt to spend the night at her house.
That's not so strange, this sort of thing has happened before. Helga would lost her patience with one or both of her parents and would leave to spend a night or two "sleeping over" at her house.
However, it seems this one was worst than ever.
Her dad had seen her with Drake and forbade his daughter from seeing him and Helga left after fighting with him.
She had come to her since she was her best friend and that she needed to be in a place away from her idiot parents and to talk to someone whom she knew that she could trust.
Phoebe could NEVER turn her friend away and she had ended up spending the night ranting about her father.
And she is STILL not done, it seems.
"My dad is such a jerk! When it's not beepers, it's Olga and when it's not Olga, it's him trying to ruin my life!..."Helga said, as one of the many, MANY complaints she has made against her father within the last 24 hours of her life.
Once she did that, she sighed, realizing that her friend might be getting tired of listening to this so early in the morning.
"Anyway, thanks again for letting me crash at your place last nigh Pheebs...I just couldn't be in the same room as that blowhard anymore..."Helga sighed.
"It's no problem, Helga...'Phoebe said, while her friend still looked worried.
"So, what's going to happen between you and Drake?...'Phoebe asked, concerned.
"I'm not breaking up with him, that's for sure! Bob can go stuff it for all I care but unlike him, Drake actually cares about me, I'm not dumping him just because he says so.."Helga said with conviction.
Phoebe smiled, pleased by this, but also still worried.
"What do you plan to do about your dad?...'Phoebe asked.
"For now, just the standard 2 days to cool down and then maybe, I'll go back to that lousy beeper store but I am going to make it clear to him that he has no right to act like he can say who I can and can't date..."Helga said seriously.
The girls continued walking until they arrived to PS. 118. Both with different objectives.
Helga was to find Drake and to let him know what she intends to do in regards for their relationship.
As for Phoebe, to make sure that her friend will be alright.
At school
With Arnold
Arnold just arrived to school with his best friend, Gerald. His parents had just dropped them off together from their car, just like they do every other day.
Usually, he'd feel good about that, but right now, he's not feeling so happy.
He hasn't for a while now. In fact, Arnold has been in a irritable place lately because...because...because...
Well, he wasn't sure why but he knew it had something to do with Drake Sanchez.
Drake Sanchez, Helga's boyfriend and the bane of his existence.
"You okay, man?...'Gerald asked.
"I'm fine..."Arnold said.
He noticed the frown on his friend's face. He knew that he was still expecting an answer but he can't. He called Voz last night to convince him to let Gerald in but he has no. He said that too many people knowing would cause trouble. Arnold tried to explain that they can trust Gerald and the mysterious man over the phone told him that he'd think about it and let him know.
He hasn't spoken to him since.
Arnold was miserable, his best friend is mad at him for keeping a secret and his ally won't let him include him in it.
"Can this get any worse?..."Arnold thought, still feeling upset.
Unknown to the Football Headed boy, this really were about to get worse.
Much, much worse.
Meanwhile
A certain student just arrived to the school, an infuriated look visible in his eyes.
"Where is he?..."The boy thought in anger.
This boy is Drake Sanchez.
Drake was prowling the hallway of PS. 118 before first period started.
His emerald green eyes darting from left and right, almost like he was hunting and in a way, he was.
The young Latino boy searching for any sign of a certain football headed weasel who caused him and his girlfriend one too many problems, with last night being the worst offense of all.
He was going to make him pay for ratting him out to Helga's dad.
"That lousy Arnold, when I get my hands on him, I'm gonna...I'm gonna-..."Drake thought in fury.
"Drake!..." Helga called out, getting his attention.
Drake turned to see his girlfriend running towards him Helga.
"Helga!...'Drake said, his anger briefly stopped due to how happy he was to see her.
"Hi there..."Helga sad as she grabbed him by the shoulder, bringing a smile to his face.
Drake was just too happy to see her, that he pulled her into a hug.
"Boy, am I happy to see you...after what happened yesterday, I almost thought-
"Stop right there and listen to me. My dad is a jerk and a blowhard who would have found a reason to explode sooner or later...it was just sooner and you just had the bad luck of being the target.."Helga said, before looking at him seriously.
"Don't I feel special...'Drake said sarcastically, unable to believe the rotten situation.
"Relax, I don't care about what my dad has to say! You're still my boyfriend as far as I am concern and I am not dumping you just because my dad says so...'Helga said.
Drake looked relieved.
"I'm happy to hear that..."Drake said, still hugging her.
He was glad that at the very least, she wasn't going to dump him, like he almost feared but he should have known better.
After all, Helga is a fearless girl and she has no care for her father's opinion. Especially when said father obviously doesn't appreciate her the way that he should!
"By the way, I moved to Phoebe's last night, I'm gonna crash there for a while..."Helga said.
"Wait? What?..."Drake asked, shocked.
"My parents were driving me crazy last night! I just had to get out of there..."Helga said.
"Oh my gosh!..."Drake said, looking appalled by this.
"It's no big deal, this isn't the first time we had a fight that ended with me spending a night or two at Pheebs..."Helga said but Drake still looked worried.
"I'm sorry, I'm still processing this...did you say that you basically ran away?..."Drake asked, still stunned.
"Pretty much...'Helga shrugged.
Drake felt like dirt, which made him want to pound Arnold's head deeper into the dirt.
"I can't believe this...this is all Arnold's fault!..."Drake thought, both angry but miserable for his girlfriend.
Helga saw the look on his face and sighed.
"Oh man, he must be blaming himself for this whole thing..."Helga thought.
She had to let him know that this wasn't his fault.
"It was gonna happen eventually Drake, don't worry about it..."Helga reassured.
"You're my girl Helga, I'm gonna worry about you..." Drake said.
Helga smiled when she heard this.
"I know..."Helga said as she hugged him a little tighter for a few seconds, before letting go.
Once she let go, Drake recalled the source of this conflict...as well as the source of his rising ire.
"Anyway, have you seen Shortman?..."Drake asked and Helga raised a brow.
"No, not today..."Helga said before she notice his expression change.
Drake frowned, gritting his teeth at hearing this.
"That little fink..."Drake grumbled as he began walking.
"Where are you going?...'Helga asked, not liking this.
"To find Shortman, obviously!..."Drake said.
"Why?..."Helga asked
"Why? I'll tell you why! Because if it weren't for that blonde rat going to your dad, none of this would have happened!..."Drake said angrily.
Helga looked at him for a second before she started laughing, as if he just made some sort of joke.
"Oh yeah, that's a good one Sanchez! HA! Your sense of humors improving..."Helga laughed.
"Babe! I'm serious! Arnold Shortman's gone too far this time..."Drake said .
Helga stopped laughing when she realized that he wasn't laughing along with her.
"Wait, your serious?..."Helga questioned.
"Dead serious!..'Drake said, looking truly mad as he kept walking.
Helga followed him.
" Whoa, where do you think you're going?!..." Helga asked, not liking this.
"I told you, to find Shortman..." Drake said.
"Hold your horses, Drake! We still don't know if Arnold-
"Helga, your dad said that some blonde boy told him everything about me and we both know that Arnold hates me and wants us to break up! Of course it's him!..."Drake said.
"Who else could have told your old man?..."He asked.
Helga didn't like Drake's tone and had to ask him.
"What are you going to do when you find him, exactly?..."She asked. More worried for Arnold based on Drake's look.
"I'll... I don't know yet. But I'll let him know that wasn't cool..." Drake said.
"Please don't do anything extreme..Don't give people a reason to be afraid of you again..."Helga said.
"I won't..." Drake said with a tone that Helga couldn't recognize as honest or a lie.
However, before she could ask, more students began to fill the halls, obviously in a mad rush to get their things before class started.
"Hey, watch it!..."Helga yelled as she tried to navigate out of the flash flood of students.
When she did, she saw, to her dismay, that Drake was gone.
"Oh man...'Helga said as she tried to find her boyfriend before he did something really, really stupid.
With Arnold
Arnold and Gerald were by Arnold's locker. He had picked up his books from his locker. They were about to head to class, when all of a sudden-
"SHORTMAN!..."Was shouted.
Arnold and Gerald both whipped around and they saw Drake marching up to them.
He looked really mad for some reason.
"Drake?...'Gerald questioned, while Arnold narrowed his eyes.
"Oh great! What does he want?..."Arnold thought in annoyance as Drake arrived.
"What it is Drake?..." He asked.
Drake looked mad, however he sent a glance at Gerald before he turned to the blonde haired boy. Gerald got even more wary.
"We need to talk..." He said.
"I've got nothing worth saying to you..."Arnold said with his arms crossed and Drake grit his teeth. He even slammed his locker door shut, getting his attention.
"Hey!..."Arnold complained.
"I think you do..."He said through his teeth.
Arnold sent him a glare.
"Then say it..."He challenged.
"Somewhere more private..'Drake ordered.
He was still on somewhat thin ice with the other students, and he didn't want them to start fearing him away, misunderstand his "conversation" with the big mouth blonde boy, if they took it out of context.
He doesn't want to risk his reputation again. So he had to do this privately.
"Hey! Anything you got to say to my best friend, you can say in front of me...'Gerald said.
"This doesn't concern you Gerald...'Drake said.
"I think it-
Before Gerald could finish, Arnold placed his hand on his shoulder, telling him to stop.
"I got this Gerald..."Arnold said in a strange tone, one that disturbed his friend.
Arnold and Drake locked glares but Arnold nodded.
"Lead the way..."He said.
Drake tried to control his anger long enough to nod and he soon went to a more private area where they can have their...conversation
Gerald watched his best friend leaving with the one guy who can't stand him and vice verse.
"Oh man, does he know that Arnold tried to film him the other day?...'Gerald thought worryingly.
He didn't like the looks of this. He knew that Arnold is in a bad place right now and Drake looked really ticked. He needed to stop those two before things got ugly and he knew just the person to do it.
Outside
By the dumpster
Drake lead Arnold outside and Arnold...
Okay, he didn't know why he was following him and why he told Gerald to stay out of this. All he knew was that now, they were behind the dumpster on the playground and that Arnold was just as displeased to be around Drake as he was to be around him.
"Alright Sanchez,what's your problem with me today? And be quick, class is starting soon..."Arnold said with his arms crossed over his chest.
To his surprise, Drake looked even angrier. But why?
He had been extra careful not to be caught while he tried spying on him. Drake took two steps closer and was now looking at Arnold with outright hate.
"You couldn't leave well enough alone! You just had to tell him too, huh?..." Drake looked Arnold directly in the eyes.
"I have no idea what your talking about Sanchez. What is this about?..." Arnold could see the anger in the boy's eyes, but the football head did not back down.
"Don't act innocent after WHAT you did yesterday!..."Drake angrily pointed at him, while Arnold raised an eyebrow.
"Yesterday?...'Arnold questioned but Drake got more agitated.
He moved closer to Arnold, both his fists clenched in his anger.
"Save it! You know what you did! Now admit it, what exactly did you tell Helga's dad?!..."Drake demanded.
"I don't know what you're talking about..."Arnold stated.
"I'm talking about you ratting me out to Helga's dad. You told him about us and now he won't let me see her anymore!..."Drake hissed at him, looking enraged.
Arnold jolted in surprise, something Drake mistook for guilt or admittance of. With a fist slammed into the dumpster, Drake caged in the boy.
"I knew it.!..."Drake shouted, looking ready to start something.
Due to being a pacifist and his habit of trying to preserve the peace, Arnold tried to reason with the taller boy.
"Drake, I didn't do that..."Arnold said.
"LIAR!.."Drake yelled.
"No, I'm not! Drake, you need to listen. Like with the school paper, I had nothing to do with Mr. Pataki. I don't even talk to him...'Arnold said, not liking that he called him a liar.
Drake clearly didn't believe him, judging from the look on his face.
"That's just what a liar would say..." Drake pointed a finger hard into Arnold's noise.
"Stop that!..."Arnold yelled, hating that his space was getting invaded.
Drake didn't care. He continued with his interrogation.
"You think that by getting Helga in trouble with me, she'll come running to you! Well, I got news for you, Shortman! She's not dumping me, so your plan failed!..."Drake shouted and the football headed boy was getting more agitated than he already was.
"I already told you that I didn't speak to Mr. Pataki!...'Arnold yelled back.
Drake got angrier, since to him, Arnold wouldn't admit to his 'crime'.
Before things could escalate further, someone managed to find the two of them before their conversation could become potentially violent...on either side.
"There you are...That person said as they ran to them.
Drake and Arnold turned to see who that person is.
It's Helga.
When she appeared, Arnold smiled.
"Helga!..."Arnold said, happy to see her.
-To be continued-
Next time on A Broken Heart
Innocent Or Guilty?
A/N: Special thanks to Anonymous Latino, BeConfuzzled Writer, 61394 and NeoMark for their help. You guys are the best ;)
REPLIES to my loyal and totally awesome reviewer:
Invader Johnny and Kryten: Well, Arnold claims that he didn't speak to Helga's dad. Let's see if he is telling the truth or not.
The J.A.M. a.k.a. Numbuh i and 22wolfgirl: Maybe, maybe not. You never know...
Madi Anivar: You are right about one thing, Helga does deserve something good in her life.
DanteVirgil09:Uh-huh
:) Till next time beautiful people, remember to read and review :)
