Title: Ten Things I Hate About You - Part one
Author: Akane "Bunny" Tendo
E-mail: HelgaGPataki@excite.com
Rating: PG-13
AN - WARNING!!! WARNING!!! **This fic is meant for the adult audience, it is not intended for viewers younger than 13 years of age. ** WARNING!!! WARNING!!! Also, the characters, as you'll see in the later portion of this section, are more sensitive, emotionally. And please remember that just because Helga does not end up with Arnold in the BEGINNING does not necessarily mean that will be the outcome of this story. That's it, enjoy!! ;)
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~*Ten Things I Hate About You*~
It's that time of the year again. The time where all is right and peaceful in life. The trees are filled with beautiful birds mating with their loved ones. The sky is a bright blue, with only a single cloud looking down upon our favorite couple as they resite those loving words to each other...
"Get out of my face, football-head!!" Yelled a girl with blond hair to a guy with an odd facial shape.
"Not until you make the first move, you insensitive hack!" Yelled back the young man.
...yes, they were a loving couple indeed. Both had been "friends" since the day they could remember. Though they never always got along, everyone gradually got the hunch they felt something for each other, no matter how much they tried to deny it.
"Would you look at that!" Called out one of their friends as he approached the two. He had long brown hair reaching to the heavens and a fairly dark skin tone. "It's been what? Twelve years and you two are STILL fighting!" Along side him was his fiancée, Pheobe.
"Well, tall-hair boy!" Started Helga. "Not everyone is into getting married as you two are. Besides, I got more important things to do than thinking about marriage right now."
"Well, guess you have to think that way when no one's offering." Muttered Arnold while letting out a fake cough into his hands.
"What did you say, you moron!?! Care to repeat that?" She yelled, raising her fist dangerously close to Arnold's face.
Phoebe, seeing where this was leading up to, decided to intercept the conversation. "Now, now you two." She said while taking hold of Helga's hand. "You two need to get along with each other. One day you're going to get yourselves hurt." She said as she backed away, going along-side Gerald. "Who knows, maybe one day you two may even begin to love each other." She said while holding on to Gerald's hand.
Helga, hearing those words, began to day-dream...something she hadn't done in years. Not since the day IT happened. Pictures of Arnold holding her close, kissing her, carressing her, loving her, began swiming through her mind. Then the memory returned of that faitful day. She lifted up her head, tightening her fist against her sides in an effort to hide all the pain.
"Why would I want to be with an insensitive jerk like him!?! Besides, he's got that prissy-faced, "I'm a model with nothing upstairs" freak anyway." She said as she picked up her books and left.
"Man, I honestly don't know what's wrong with her!" Shouted Arnold as he swung his back-pack over his shoulder. "It's like one minute she's fine and the next..." He said sighing in resignation.
Both Phoebe and Gerald turned their heads with knowing looks. "Maybe...you should just lay off her for a while man." He said as he put his hand over Arnold's shoulder.
"Yes, she's been through a lot lately. More than you'll ever know." Finished Phoebe with a sad expression on her face.
"Women!" Shouted Arnold as he gathered the rest of his things and left for class.
Meanwhile, inside the library...
Helga had run, dropping most of her papers in the process. She ran as fast as she could to the library, her sanctuary. It was the only place she could go to for solitude. She went into the restroom, cotched herself in the small crook of the restroom stall and began to weep.
Memories of that faitful day began to swim through her mind again, aching her heart every moment the pictures changed.
~*flashback sequence*~
It was a bright and beautiful day. A young girl in her late teens was outside her house reading a love novel on her front steps. She had a long tight dress to add accent to the wondeful features she had acquired through life. As she was reading, a young man with dark hair, blue eyes, and light skin hid behind her, placing his hands over her eyes, blocking her vision.
"Hello, beautiful." Said the young man as he lightly kissed her neck.
She was shocked at first, until her mind made the connection of his knowing lips against her skin. She turned around, glowing happily. "Derek!" She shouted as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, kissing him pationately on the lips, licking them lovingly before moving on to the edges of his ears.
She had met him a few months ago, the time she truly knew Arnold had no feelings for her whatsoever. The time he had finally declared his love for the girl he had always kept hidden from everyone.
"Hey!" He called out while putting his finger at the tip of her lips. "It's not right here." He said, as he pecked her cheek.
"No..." She moaned against his hard chest as she pulled him closer to him. Then, whispering in his ear... "My parents won't be back till late at night..." She said as she continued to nip at his ear.
"Honey, we can't now...it's just not..." He started before cutting his sentence short as he felt her tongue gently caress the rook of his neck. But as quickly as it started, it ended. He looked up and saw her standing over him, book in hand.
"I'll be wating." She said as she walked up the stairs and into the building.
He sat there for a while taking in the sweet smell of her skin that was now lingering in the air. With emotions filling him to the core, he tossed his system of control away and followed her loving scent into her house. As he made his way up, he began anticipating the feel of her touch agaings his body.
Inside Helga's room, she was carefully making the finishing touches...throwing her clothes into the big pile she had mounted undereath her bed. She sprayed the perfume onto her skin before applying the lingerie she had just received as a gift from one of her foreign relatives. Laying on the bed, she adjusted the straps to show a bit more skin. She looked up as she felt the presence of another in her room. "Come here..." She said patting the space next to her.
Without much hesitation, Derek ushered himself towards her, lowering himself onto the bed. "I've been waiting for this day for so long." He said as he moved in beside her, running his hand over her bare shoulders while scanning his eyes over the rest of her body, finally making contact with her eyes.
"As have I." She said as she motioned for him to remove his clothes.
*edited for obvious reasons*
Later that day...
"Darling." She said as she pulled herself out of bed. "You better go now. My parents will be hear any minute." She said as she took out her nightgown from her dresser drawer and placed it over her body.
Sighing, he looked up at the ceiling, staring in mock boredom before feeling the impact of a pillow thrown against his face. "I'm going, I'm going!" He called out at her as he placed the pillow next to him.
"Good, now go before they come!" She said as she threw his clothes at him.
The next day....
While at school, Helga saw a group of people...a rather large group of people, outside her classroom talking over themselves. Near the entrance of the classroom, she saw one of her other classmates, Nadine, coming out of the group with a horrified expression on her face.
"Nadine!" She called out to her friend as she ran up to her.
As the group heard her voice, they all spread away like a vase after making contact with the hard surface of a floor.
"What were they talking about?" She said with a worried expression on her face.
"Well..." began Nadine. But after seeing many people around her begin to crowd around, she decided to take the conversation to a more secluded area...the women's room.
"Well, what is it!?!" Yelled Helga in a frustrated tone.
"Helga...it's Derek..." She started with a sad look on her face.
"What? Is he hurt?" She asked with tears brimming at her eyes.
"It's not that, it's..." She struggled to put the words together as she saw the deep and caring look of affection Helga had for this guy. "Look, Helga. Derek...he...he's been telling the guys around school that you've...that you two..." Bends her head down as she completes her sentence, afraid to see the hurt look in her eyes. "...that you two had wild sex the other day in your house. He...he keeps a record of all the girls he's...he's just using you Helga. He has so many girlfriends it's...I'm so sorry." She finished as tears ran down her face. She then ran past her and out the door before she could see the pain in her face.
To say Helga was pained by this is an understatemen. A single gasp was all that could escape her lips as she dropped to the floor crying in pain. "Why...why..." she asked herself as she wept on the floor. Memories of him kissing her, touching her, saying he loved... "All to get into my bedroom!!" She screamed within herself as she roughly rubbed her skin with her hands, half-hoping it would get the dirty feel off and away from her body. She felt like a piece of meat. Something men needed to get their hands on whenever the need arose. She stayed there, afraid to let herself out of the stall. Afraid of showing her hurt face to all those people...those people and their criticisms...
She fell asleep there, her tear-streaked face hidden under the golden tresses of her hair. She looked like a fallen angel. A few birds landed at the edge of the windowsill, singing a happy tune, expressing their love for each other. This only made the tears flow forth from her closed eyelids.
Outside, a few hours later, the bell rang, signalling the end of classes. Helga woke up with a start. She got up, adjusted her sweater and wiped her face with her hands. Going up to the sink, she turned on the pipe, allowing the cool water to flow over her hands before collecting some in her palms and splashing her face with it, attempting to wash away whatever scars she could dispose of...the dried up tears that had lingered on her face. But what she couldn't get rid of was the scar that would forever remain in her heart.
Helga had stayed at home the rest of the week, afraid of showing her face to her fellow classmates...fearing what they might think of her. She felt like a complete idiot for not seeing the warning signs from before. How everyone looked at her as she'd pass by them holding his hand. How every other girl would look at him with that knowing smile. She felt incredibly dirty. But most of all, she felt used, betrayed, and hurt to the core. The one person that had loved her in her entire life used her...he took her heart and her innosence. He took away the only thing she thought she'd be able to live with...he took away whatever pride she was left with.
As she thought over the previous weeks, she realized that she had missed something very important. She ran into her room and grabbed her calendar. "No, it couldn't be!" She said, mentally kicking herself in the rear for not thinking of it sooner...for not thinking of it from the get-go.
At the doctor's office...
Doctor Christian* had always been a good friend to her throughout the years. She would come into his office whenever she needed help with anything; boys, school, everything. He had seen her through the best of times and the worst of times.
"Hello, Miss Pataki!" Called out Doctor Christian from his office desk. "Here to pick up your results I see."
Meanwhile, a patient listening in on the conversation thought she'd get her comments in... "My, my...I swear, Eliza!" She said, looking at her friend from the corner of her eyes while pretending to read a magazine. "These kids are getting more and more out of control if you ask me!" She said while giving a short, quick nod of the chin. They were the type of lady's you'd see inside a parlor...the rich, old type that had everything to say about the younger class, how unlike they are from themselves...their hair cut short, died the darkest shade of auburn they could get it at. Nails from here to high-heaven.
After hearing the lady's comment, she looked down with embarrassment. "Yes, Doctor." She said with a hint of sadness and nervousness in her voice.
"Okay, just step right in my office, Helga and I'll explain your results." Called out Dr. Christian as he began to search through a few papers on his desk.
"Yes, Doctor." She answered as she slowly entered his office, taking baby steps towards his desk.
"Please have a seat Helga." He said as he pointed to the open chair in front of him. After she took her seat, he continued. "Now, you must know that being pregnant is a serious issue..." He was not able to complete his sentence as she broke down in sobs before him.
"I'm pregnant!?!" She screamed out loud inbetween sobs.
"Now, now, Miss Pataki." He said getting up from his seat and going over to her side. "There are different ways we may handle this."
"There..are?" She asked, looking up at him with tears all over her face.
"Yes...first of all, there's adoption...."
"You don't understand, Dr. Christian!" She said as she looked at him with a hard face. "I'm going to college in the fall! I can't afford to be pregnant. Both physically and money-wise. I just...can't! It would ruin everything! Everything!" She ended, burying her face into her hands.
"I see...well, there is abortion, though...many, including your parents might be against it." He said as he went back behind his desk.
She then thought about that for a while. "Is it...is it okay if I think about it a while?"
"Yes, of course. Just don't wait too long." He said as he stood up to help her out of the office.
"Yes, of course. I know what will happen." She said as she stood up and exited the office. "Thank you again, Doctor Christian...for everything."
A week later, she went back to the office...
~*/end flashback sequence*~
Inside the restroom room, at that same corner of the lady's stall, sat a very depressed Helga, holding her belly while sobbing for the child she lost*... for the terrible mistake she made just a few years ago. "Why...why?" She asked herself as she cried into her arms. "Why did I ever give myself to him!?!" She sobbed as she sat there for what seemed like an eternity of remembering past times. "Never..." she started while gettting a hard look on her face. "Never will I allow my heart to be given to any man again, ever!!" She whispered into the cold air.
Outside of the lady's room, Phoebe was just walking into the restroom when she heard sobbing coming from one of the stalls. She had been listening in on the conversation Helga was having with herself since she came in. What she heard shocked her beyond her wildest dreams...nightmares. Sure she knew that Helga had gone through a drastic experience with her former boyfriend, but little did she know just how severe the situation actually was. Since they did not attend the same high school, she was not there to hear all the rumors being spread throughout the entire school about her. She did not know just how much her friend was hurting on the inside. She had always, to this day, blocked her feelings from everyone. "There's got to be something I could do!" She told herself.
End of Part One
Stay tuned for the next chapter of this continuing story.
*No, this is not part of me being....against Christian religion. There is actually a gynecologist in my state that is named Dr. Christian. So please don't send me a bunch of hate mail because of it!
*And if you're a person who's against abortion...so am I...but it is something that should be brought up... something that happens all the time in our daily lives, no matter how much we want to hide ourselves from that fact. Just like the issue of sex before marriage (which I deeply do not believe in, but have allowed myself on many ocassions to fall into the mere thought of it for love). So, please, if you are planning on sending any hate mail regarding this subject, please do it in a kind and considerate manner...no swearing, please! ;)