Lessee...I own NOTHING!!!! Not even this computer with whom I beat the monkies out of for freezing on me daily. *nibbles on pork monkies*
Washed Away Gems
Chapter 2
The new girl that makes easy buddies and easier enemies


"Hey, you guys, guess what I saw registering in the office!" cried Sid as he ran towards Me, Gerald, and the other guys, Stinky following behind.
"It was a vision of beauty," Stinky said in his usual country-boy voice. Over the years he's managed to drop it a little so his accent isn't so thick anymore, but it's still kind of there.
"Yeah," Sid agreed. "She had the prettiest eyes I've ever seen and I wouldn't mind our nude bodies entwined with each other either."
"That's more than we needed to know about your opinion, Romeo," Gerald said. "Did you see what grade she was in? The classes? Her name?"
I couldn't help, but laugh. "Gerald, if Phoebe finds out you're curious about a new transfer babe won't she be a little ticked?"
Gerald blushed and said, "Yeah, well, she doesn't have to know about my little slip. Speaking of which, there she is. I'll see you guys later." He ran off towards Phoebe as Sid continued to rant about the new angel he saw.
When the bell finally rang for class to start I headed to my homeroom class like always. When we were all seated and I was finishing my math homework, I heard my teacher say, "Well, kids we have a new student joining us today. Introduce yourself, sweetie."
"Well," her voice made me look up. I froze. She looked like Olga only prettier, more refined, and had an air of independence and her eyes were like crystal pools of blue that I could stare into for hours, "my name is Hel..." My heart stopped and my breath caught in my chest. "Helen Kincaid." My heart sank then. It wasn't her, but what the hell was I expecting? Geez, I need to stop hanging around Phoebe. Ms. Robbins asked her to tell us about her and I listened intently to her as she spoke.
"Well, I'm seventeen and I was transferred here from Burley. I enjoy poetry and I write some of my own. I have a black belt in Ju Jitsu and I going to take Akido as soon as we get settled here. I play the guitar and I drive a pink Sebring Convertible. That's about it."
"Very good, Miss Kincaid," Ms. Robbins said. "Why don't you take a seat now. We read or work on homework during this time so I hope you have a book."
"Yes, ma'am, I do," Helen said as she made her way to a seat next to Rhonda. She pulled out a copy of Pride and Prejudice and began to read.
"Ditch the karate crap and poetry and you may be the potential vice-president for my fashion club I was looking for," I heard Rhonda whisper to her.
I looked over at Helen to see her look up at Rhonda with a smile and said, "I'm sorry, but I don't think I would enjoy a mediocre position such as that in place of my arts. Thank you though."
Everyone gasped at her reply as she turned back to her book. "Mediocre!? Just who do you think you are? Just a stupid tomboy! You're probably a dyke anyway!"
"I'm sorry you feel that way, but will you please be quiet. You're making me lose my place." She had replied cooled and collected and had no hint of annoyance or anger.
"Do you know who I am!? I am Rhonda Wellington Lloyd! I'm to be treated with more respect than that!"
"Respect?" she repeated, pondering the word with a thoughtful expression and tone. "No, I don't think I meant to show you any respect at all in my replies."
Rhonda growled, not able to think of anything more to say and sat down in a huff. The others looked at Helen in admiration. I knew that Rhonda's days of ruling had just been shot down in a matter of minutes. I smiled as I turned around to finish my homework.
When homeroom was over Ms. Robbins called Helen and I to her desk. I don't know where she was during the fight between Helen and Rhonda, but she was back and not about to talk about it.
"Helen, this is Arnold," she said to her. "It seems you two have the same schedule and I was wondering if you, Arnold, would show Helen around."
"Oh, no, I don't want to burden him," Helen protested.
"No," I replied with a smile that I haven't used for a long time, "it's no burden. I'd be honored to show you around." She smiled her thanks and we excused ourselves to get to our lockers. Since hers was closer we stopped at it first.
"Can I carry your books?" I asked.
She laughed and replied, "You know they are very heavy, but I think I can handle it. Thank you though. It was sweet of you to offer." She looked over towards Phoebe, who looked away. I guess she felt Phoebe's stare. She had reacted the same way I had when she saw Helen. I remember seeing her face when Helen introduced herself.
"Excuse me for a second, Arnold," Helen said to me as we stopped at my locker. She went towards Phoebe. Some words and smiles were exchanged, a handshake, a wave and, the next thing I knew, Helen was back.
"What did you two do?" I asked, trying to sound like he was trying to make conversation.
"I introduced myself. I said she looked like an interesting person and that I wanted to be friends with her. She was very soft-spoken and a little nervous, but I like her. She's cool, and she knew some stuff about Jane Austen."
I smiled. "Yeah, she's one of the brightest here. I'm sure you two will be good friends."
She smiled, a smile that could melt my heart and make me her slave. "I hope so. Anyway, let's go to class." I nodded and followed.