Hey Arnold! Does not belong to me.
Please pardon my messiness I am new at this. I am horrible at proof reading and so my stories will probably get edited a lot. Thanks for those of you who reviewed my first two chapters; it keeps me going.
Jealous Much?
Helga was furious at the thought of other people knowing what went on between her and Arnold. It was no one's business. But she couldn't expect a person not to talk, that's what they do; they talk and gossip, and lie. She would handle people but she couldn't stand the thought of hurting Arnold by what she had said.
She was going to talk to him about it and this time she wouldn't lie. She would tell him that she didn't intend to make out with him and ask if they could talk privately after English on Monday.
She stood by the lockers waiting for Arnold. As he approached, she saw someone else with him; it was Lila. Helga lost her nerve. She walked in the classroom and sat in her usually desk by the window and began scribbling something in her notebook furiously. She had a scowl on her face that hadn't been there in years.
Phoebe walked into class and sat next to Helga. She didn't say a thing. Arnold was outside laughing with Lila. And with each laugh, Helga wrote more intensely. The bell rang finally and Arnold took his usual seat. The smile that was once there while he was talking with Lila quickly vanished. He didn't look at Helga or Phoebe.
There was tension in the room. Phoebe tore a sheet of paper out and wrote a note to Helga. It said: "TALK TO HIM! NOW, GO SKIP, I'll make something up for Mr. Davis if he asks where you are." Helga looked at it and looked back at Arnold. He wasn't even looking in her direction. She put her head on her desk. She was not about to approach Arnold now, knowing that a few moments ago He was laughing with Lila.
"It doesn't matter," Helga thought, "He probably likes Lila anyway. What the hell does he see in her! She's not even that nice." Lila was very different; she was bitchy and whiny ever since she had dated Lorenzo. He had spoiled her. They had an on again, off again relationship and she treated him like crap. "Arnold knew that so why would he talk to her? Hadn't he gotten over her yet?" she pondered.
Arnold noticed Helga was acting weird. He had intentionally walked with Lila to class to see her reaction. Lila had mentioned some interesting details about Helga years ago, which he never took seriously and had forgotten until this weekend. When Helga said that she loved him was she just drunk? He was almost sure that it wasn't the alcohol talking. He had spent most of Saturday and Sunday thinking about Helga, she had been so passionate and so intense that night. It was one of the exciting moments he had ever shared with a girl. But when he tried to talk to her she blew him off. He saw Helga turnaround to look at him with the corner of his eye. Should he talk to her or wait? "I'll wait," he thought.
Mr. Davis walked into the classroom, "Good morning class. Hope your weekend was eventful. Let's get our desks in a circle to discuss Leaves of Grass." The class did as they were asked. Usually, Helga, Phoebe, and Arnold contributed more to the discussion but under the circumstances they were exceptionally quiet. Mr. Davis noticed but figured that it was just a Monday but he decided to assign people to work on presentations of a particular poet. He began the Walt Whitman lecture reading a few selections from an Anthology. The class just dragged when finally the bell rang.
Helga practically ran out of the classroom. Phoebe was not too far behind. Arnold grabbed his backpack and walked to his next class. "English was going to suck the rest of the year!" he sighed.
"Maybe he could talk to Phoebe about this. Or maybe he should just talk to Gerald. But Gerald didn't like Helga. This just sucks!"
In the girls' bathroom, Helga was fuming, "Crimeney, I can't stand being that stupid English class. It's like Mr. Davis has to torture us."
Phoebe was listening but she interrupted, "Helga, this is not about English or Mr. Davis, it's about him. You need to address this weekend."
"No Phoebe, I don't. It doesn't matter. You know what I saw? Do you know who he was talking to?" She didn't wait for a response. "Lila! Can you believe that crap?"
"Helga, you are jumping to conclusions. You need to calm down."
"I need a cigarette, you got one?"
"No. Look I have to go to class. Just save a seat for me at lunch. Just don't stress so much."
They parted ways and the day was even less eventful. On the way home, Helga decided to stop for cigarettes. The cashier didn't card her. She stood outside and lit one up. As she turned to the right, Arnold ran right into her. "Crimeney!" She fell backwards and dropped her cigarette.
"Sorry, Helga," he said as he helped her up.
"Well..." She was about to scream at him when she decided to pause. She looked up into his bright blue eyes and could feel herself melt. "We need to talk."
They walked together to the park silently and found a bench; they didn't face each other. Arnold began the conversation, "Helga, I don't know what you are thinking right now or how you feel. But this is how I feel, I am overwhelmed. You are a really cool person but sometimes you shut people out. I mean you shut me out after that night. That night do you remember what you told me?"
"I am not sure," she hesitated.
"You said that you loved me. And the way you kissed me was so different than any other time we kissed. It wasn't fake; it was you. And I think... I think if you do feel something for me I would like to know."
"Why, I mean you were talking to Lila today. Why aren't you bugging her?"
He laughed, "Are you jealous of Lila?"
"Heck no!"
He laughed harder, " What kind of moron do you think I am. Lila is a bitch. She totally used Lorenzo. And I haven't thought about her like that since fourth grade!"
Helga turned bright red and looked straight into Arnold's eyes, "I can't stand you! You are so egotistical, Arnold. I am jealous of Lila because you like her instead of me, yeah right. You just don't know me and you could never understand me. I have too much depth for you!" She stood up and began to walk away.
Arnold jumped up and walked after her. He grabbed her wrist and she hit him in the stomach. "Helga!" he gasped and clutched his stomach, "Please don't walk away."
He let go of her wrist and she walked away.
Please pardon my messiness I am new at this. I am horrible at proof reading and so my stories will probably get edited a lot. Thanks for those of you who reviewed my first two chapters; it keeps me going.
Jealous Much?
Helga was furious at the thought of other people knowing what went on between her and Arnold. It was no one's business. But she couldn't expect a person not to talk, that's what they do; they talk and gossip, and lie. She would handle people but she couldn't stand the thought of hurting Arnold by what she had said.
She was going to talk to him about it and this time she wouldn't lie. She would tell him that she didn't intend to make out with him and ask if they could talk privately after English on Monday.
She stood by the lockers waiting for Arnold. As he approached, she saw someone else with him; it was Lila. Helga lost her nerve. She walked in the classroom and sat in her usually desk by the window and began scribbling something in her notebook furiously. She had a scowl on her face that hadn't been there in years.
Phoebe walked into class and sat next to Helga. She didn't say a thing. Arnold was outside laughing with Lila. And with each laugh, Helga wrote more intensely. The bell rang finally and Arnold took his usual seat. The smile that was once there while he was talking with Lila quickly vanished. He didn't look at Helga or Phoebe.
There was tension in the room. Phoebe tore a sheet of paper out and wrote a note to Helga. It said: "TALK TO HIM! NOW, GO SKIP, I'll make something up for Mr. Davis if he asks where you are." Helga looked at it and looked back at Arnold. He wasn't even looking in her direction. She put her head on her desk. She was not about to approach Arnold now, knowing that a few moments ago He was laughing with Lila.
"It doesn't matter," Helga thought, "He probably likes Lila anyway. What the hell does he see in her! She's not even that nice." Lila was very different; she was bitchy and whiny ever since she had dated Lorenzo. He had spoiled her. They had an on again, off again relationship and she treated him like crap. "Arnold knew that so why would he talk to her? Hadn't he gotten over her yet?" she pondered.
Arnold noticed Helga was acting weird. He had intentionally walked with Lila to class to see her reaction. Lila had mentioned some interesting details about Helga years ago, which he never took seriously and had forgotten until this weekend. When Helga said that she loved him was she just drunk? He was almost sure that it wasn't the alcohol talking. He had spent most of Saturday and Sunday thinking about Helga, she had been so passionate and so intense that night. It was one of the exciting moments he had ever shared with a girl. But when he tried to talk to her she blew him off. He saw Helga turnaround to look at him with the corner of his eye. Should he talk to her or wait? "I'll wait," he thought.
Mr. Davis walked into the classroom, "Good morning class. Hope your weekend was eventful. Let's get our desks in a circle to discuss Leaves of Grass." The class did as they were asked. Usually, Helga, Phoebe, and Arnold contributed more to the discussion but under the circumstances they were exceptionally quiet. Mr. Davis noticed but figured that it was just a Monday but he decided to assign people to work on presentations of a particular poet. He began the Walt Whitman lecture reading a few selections from an Anthology. The class just dragged when finally the bell rang.
Helga practically ran out of the classroom. Phoebe was not too far behind. Arnold grabbed his backpack and walked to his next class. "English was going to suck the rest of the year!" he sighed.
"Maybe he could talk to Phoebe about this. Or maybe he should just talk to Gerald. But Gerald didn't like Helga. This just sucks!"
In the girls' bathroom, Helga was fuming, "Crimeney, I can't stand being that stupid English class. It's like Mr. Davis has to torture us."
Phoebe was listening but she interrupted, "Helga, this is not about English or Mr. Davis, it's about him. You need to address this weekend."
"No Phoebe, I don't. It doesn't matter. You know what I saw? Do you know who he was talking to?" She didn't wait for a response. "Lila! Can you believe that crap?"
"Helga, you are jumping to conclusions. You need to calm down."
"I need a cigarette, you got one?"
"No. Look I have to go to class. Just save a seat for me at lunch. Just don't stress so much."
They parted ways and the day was even less eventful. On the way home, Helga decided to stop for cigarettes. The cashier didn't card her. She stood outside and lit one up. As she turned to the right, Arnold ran right into her. "Crimeney!" She fell backwards and dropped her cigarette.
"Sorry, Helga," he said as he helped her up.
"Well..." She was about to scream at him when she decided to pause. She looked up into his bright blue eyes and could feel herself melt. "We need to talk."
They walked together to the park silently and found a bench; they didn't face each other. Arnold began the conversation, "Helga, I don't know what you are thinking right now or how you feel. But this is how I feel, I am overwhelmed. You are a really cool person but sometimes you shut people out. I mean you shut me out after that night. That night do you remember what you told me?"
"I am not sure," she hesitated.
"You said that you loved me. And the way you kissed me was so different than any other time we kissed. It wasn't fake; it was you. And I think... I think if you do feel something for me I would like to know."
"Why, I mean you were talking to Lila today. Why aren't you bugging her?"
He laughed, "Are you jealous of Lila?"
"Heck no!"
He laughed harder, " What kind of moron do you think I am. Lila is a bitch. She totally used Lorenzo. And I haven't thought about her like that since fourth grade!"
Helga turned bright red and looked straight into Arnold's eyes, "I can't stand you! You are so egotistical, Arnold. I am jealous of Lila because you like her instead of me, yeah right. You just don't know me and you could never understand me. I have too much depth for you!" She stood up and began to walk away.
Arnold jumped up and walked after her. He grabbed her wrist and she hit him in the stomach. "Helga!" he gasped and clutched his stomach, "Please don't walk away."
He let go of her wrist and she walked away.