Chapter Two
Catching Up
"Helga?" the perky voice of Mrs. Honey rang out like an annoying bird call. "Helga dear, you might want to hurry and get to class."
Helga Pataki snapped to attention, realizing that she had been standing stupidly next to her desk with her backpack over her shoulder, lost in her thoughts once again. "Oh yeah. Later, Mrs. H." Helga managed some sort of smile, though it might have been mistaken for a grimace. Helga walked quickly out of the classroom, her ears immediately assaulted by the noise proved by the gaggles of students hurrying along the halls during the passing period.
[I hate people I hate people I hate people...]
Helga made her way through the halls, pushing people out of the way, parting the crowds like Moses, and at the same time trying to fix her long bangs that would never stay behind her ears. [Maybe superglue would help.] Helga spotted a drinking fountain. She only had a few minutes to get to class, but it didn't really matter. She had study hall next period in the library. The teacher was an old man named Mr. Kemmel who was hard of hearing and not all that excellent in the seeing department either. Helga bent down of the fountain, pushing the little button, and immediately she was being sprayed by water at full forth. Slowly pulling away from the fountain, Helga was now dripping wet.
[At least I'm not wearing a white T-shirt.]
Her ears perked up as she heard a bunch of idiotic guffawing behind her. Helga's head whipped around and spotted Sid along with his moronic gang of teenage boys. Despite the less-than-desirable circumstances, an evil smile curved its way onto Helga's bright red lips. In an instant she was right in front of Sid, who appeared to be the ringleader of a little stoner circus. She grabbed him roughly by the collar. Helga noted with pleasure that she still had Sid in height by about three inches. The laughing died away quickly.
"Hey Sid, old buddy," Helga said, her hazel eyes ablaze. She looked half- crazed, and the fact that she was dripping wet didn't help any.
The little runt with the backwards cap looked scared and confused. But mostly scared. "Wh--who're you?" he managed to squeak, struggling to get away, but Helga had quite a grip on his collar. Helga rolled her eyes, seeing that his own were bloodshot. "You should really lay off the reefer, Sid. Crimminy..." Helga let go of his collar and shook her head in dismay and vexation.
Sid appeared to have some sort of dawning realization as he adjusted his shirt collar and stepped back. "Helga? Damn Helga! Is that you?" Sid's eyes were wide as he realized who he was speaking to.
"Doi," Helga snapped in annoyance, but the smirk remained on her face. She crossed her arms over her chest in satisfaction, facing down the whole posse of that was Sid and his crew. Her hip was jutted out slightly, exuding a sense of feminism that Helga had developed unbeknownst to herself. "I take it you've been busted for drugs more times than I thought capable of such a little guy."
Sid shrugged, grinning stupidly. "Yeah...I was pretty much in that alternative school all last year. Oh, and sorry about the water thing, Helga. I didn't even recognize you with your...hair." Sid looked absolutely mesmerized by Helga's appearance, and by the way his eyes kept drifting, he wasn't only looking at her hair.
Helga was still sopping, and a puddle increasing in size was collecting on the tile floor around her, but she shrugged anyway. "It's OK I guess. I don't feel like pounding anyone today so you're lucky, Sid." Just then, the bell rang. Sid, his crew, and Helga were the only ones that remained in the hall. "You and your friends get to class now, or I really will pound the lot of you."
Sid grinned in that stupid stoner way and raised his hand to his forehead in mock salute. "Yes, ma'am!" Those behind him laughed robotically again, and Sid gave Helga one last spellbound look before strutting down the hallway, his cronies following obediently, and his trademark white Go-Go boots rapping the linoleum with every step he took.
Shivering now considering her clothes were still wet, Helga set off for the library, which was on the second floor. She was about to ascend the stairs when the bathrooms caught her eye. [I've still got my Gym clothes.] Helga sighed and made a b-line to the restroom to change. She'd just have to deal with wearing sweaty clothes all day—and being smelly. Not that she cared or anything.
Helga emerged from the bathroom a few moments later to collide right into someone else. "Hey! Why don't you watch where you're going, pinhead!" Helga had almost tumbled right back into the bathroom if strong hands hadn't caught her in time to steady her and straighten her back up. Helga looked around, making sure nothing had fallen out of her open bag, which she was now furiously zipping up. [Stupid jerk!] Then she finally looked up to see who had a death wish. The face of the new kid—Brainy—stared back, grinning like he had been in Calculus.
Helga nearly fell over again, but managed to maintain her composure. "What the hell do you want?" She asked rudely, raising an eyebrow high, making it look like she had better places to be, when in actuality she didn't. In fact, meeting Brainy in the halls, this very cute Brainy, was most interesting.
Brainy laughed softly, looking down for a moment before shifting his gaze back up to rest on Helga. "Don't tell me you've forgotten about poor old Brainy, Helga. I've still got scars on my face from you." And in fact, Brainy lifted up the light straw-coloured hair to show Helga his forehead that had a few faded inflictions on it. Helga just smirked satisfactorily.
"Oh yeah...it's you," she replied, the air of nonchalance never leaving her voice. "Don't think I'm going to apologize for those or anything. If you hadn't always been breathing down my neck everywhere I went, maybe certain incidents such as those would have never happened." Helga continued smirking as though she had won some small victory, but all Brainy could do was smile back, mirth dancing in his eyes.
"Will you meet me after school?" he asked out of nowhere, placing his hands in his pockets and tapping one foot nervously. His dark eyes shone a bit pleadingly, hoping she would say yes.
[Damn, he's got pretty eyes.]
Helga had never noticed how pretty they were. Not that she'd every really looked at Brainy before, let alone notice the beauty of his eyes. To her, he was just the dorky kid with glasses who had a major breathing problem. "Um...sure, whatever," she replied distractedly. She began walking up the stairs to the library. Truth be told, Helga only gave the answer to get away from Brainy. This was all too weird. She'd need time to think on it.
"By the bike racks," Brainy called after her retreating form. "We've got some catching up to do, Helga Pataki."
Helga shivered as he called her full name. How did he even remember her, let alone her full name? She pushed it out of her mind, trying to fix her hair once again. It was still a bit damp from the fountain incident. Helga reached the library and skillfully opened one of the doors without making a sound. Her lucky day. The old decrepit Mr Kemmel had fallen asleep at his post at the front of the library. Other students turned their heads lazily to see her entering. She gave them a look that said she'd pound them if they said anything to arouse interest. Heads quickly turned back to their work, knowing full well that Helga wasn't one to joke.
Helga looked around for a place to sit. There was only one table left that wasn't full, and it only had one person sitting at it, a rather puny- looking boy with dark hair that, judging by the shape of it, was cut by a bowl. Helga heaved an exasperated sigh as she walked over to the table and placed her stuff down.
Curley's eyes lit up as bright as two beacons as Helga sat down in the chair opposite of him. "Why, Helga my dear! You're looking ravishing today. Why don't we go find someplace where we can be...alone." The geek-boy raised both of his eyebrows, emphasizing the "alone" part.
"Fuck you, Curley," Helga said, but her voice sounded curiously bright. Curley had to be the most annoying person on the planet, but he was funny as hell and amusing to Helga most days.
"Well, well...is that a request or a command?" he asked, licking his lips in mock seduction. Helga's eye twitched in disgust. "You really are a sick, twisted little freak. You know that, Curley?" she asked him, placing her bag down on the table.
"But of course, my little dandelion," he replied, his beady little eyes looking at her through his thick lenses. "So what has kept you from me for so long, my sweet? I notice you are in your Gym clothes, but you had Gym first period and Calculus last period. What's the deal?" His voice changed to semi-normal on the last inquiry, and Helga snorted.
"Nothing really, Curley. I met up with Sid in the halls. He made the fountain dose me with water because he thought I was someone else. Good thing I wasn't in the mood to kick his ass." Helga grinned maniacally.
"Oh I love it when you talk dirty," Curley exclaimed. "I want you, Helga. Right here, right now."
Helga cracked up laughing, trying to stifle it so as not to wake up Mr. Kemmel, but Curly looked slightly disappointed, indignant at not being taken seriously.
[He might've been serious. Sick fuck.]
But Helga was still laughing, and unable to suppress it any longer. Everyone else around them was looking at her in annoyance. She calmed down finally and took out A Tale of Two Cities from her backpack. She was supposed to be reading it for English. Her mind was wandering though as usual. Would she really go meet Brainy after school? She might if she had nothing better to do. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...
Chapter Two REVAMPED. Yee-aah! This is what happens when it's five in the morning and you can't sleep...Read and review. :D
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"Helga?" the perky voice of Mrs. Honey rang out like an annoying bird call. "Helga dear, you might want to hurry and get to class."
Helga Pataki snapped to attention, realizing that she had been standing stupidly next to her desk with her backpack over her shoulder, lost in her thoughts once again. "Oh yeah. Later, Mrs. H." Helga managed some sort of smile, though it might have been mistaken for a grimace. Helga walked quickly out of the classroom, her ears immediately assaulted by the noise proved by the gaggles of students hurrying along the halls during the passing period.
[I hate people I hate people I hate people...]
Helga made her way through the halls, pushing people out of the way, parting the crowds like Moses, and at the same time trying to fix her long bangs that would never stay behind her ears. [Maybe superglue would help.] Helga spotted a drinking fountain. She only had a few minutes to get to class, but it didn't really matter. She had study hall next period in the library. The teacher was an old man named Mr. Kemmel who was hard of hearing and not all that excellent in the seeing department either. Helga bent down of the fountain, pushing the little button, and immediately she was being sprayed by water at full forth. Slowly pulling away from the fountain, Helga was now dripping wet.
[At least I'm not wearing a white T-shirt.]
Her ears perked up as she heard a bunch of idiotic guffawing behind her. Helga's head whipped around and spotted Sid along with his moronic gang of teenage boys. Despite the less-than-desirable circumstances, an evil smile curved its way onto Helga's bright red lips. In an instant she was right in front of Sid, who appeared to be the ringleader of a little stoner circus. She grabbed him roughly by the collar. Helga noted with pleasure that she still had Sid in height by about three inches. The laughing died away quickly.
"Hey Sid, old buddy," Helga said, her hazel eyes ablaze. She looked half- crazed, and the fact that she was dripping wet didn't help any.
The little runt with the backwards cap looked scared and confused. But mostly scared. "Wh--who're you?" he managed to squeak, struggling to get away, but Helga had quite a grip on his collar. Helga rolled her eyes, seeing that his own were bloodshot. "You should really lay off the reefer, Sid. Crimminy..." Helga let go of his collar and shook her head in dismay and vexation.
Sid appeared to have some sort of dawning realization as he adjusted his shirt collar and stepped back. "Helga? Damn Helga! Is that you?" Sid's eyes were wide as he realized who he was speaking to.
"Doi," Helga snapped in annoyance, but the smirk remained on her face. She crossed her arms over her chest in satisfaction, facing down the whole posse of that was Sid and his crew. Her hip was jutted out slightly, exuding a sense of feminism that Helga had developed unbeknownst to herself. "I take it you've been busted for drugs more times than I thought capable of such a little guy."
Sid shrugged, grinning stupidly. "Yeah...I was pretty much in that alternative school all last year. Oh, and sorry about the water thing, Helga. I didn't even recognize you with your...hair." Sid looked absolutely mesmerized by Helga's appearance, and by the way his eyes kept drifting, he wasn't only looking at her hair.
Helga was still sopping, and a puddle increasing in size was collecting on the tile floor around her, but she shrugged anyway. "It's OK I guess. I don't feel like pounding anyone today so you're lucky, Sid." Just then, the bell rang. Sid, his crew, and Helga were the only ones that remained in the hall. "You and your friends get to class now, or I really will pound the lot of you."
Sid grinned in that stupid stoner way and raised his hand to his forehead in mock salute. "Yes, ma'am!" Those behind him laughed robotically again, and Sid gave Helga one last spellbound look before strutting down the hallway, his cronies following obediently, and his trademark white Go-Go boots rapping the linoleum with every step he took.
Shivering now considering her clothes were still wet, Helga set off for the library, which was on the second floor. She was about to ascend the stairs when the bathrooms caught her eye. [I've still got my Gym clothes.] Helga sighed and made a b-line to the restroom to change. She'd just have to deal with wearing sweaty clothes all day—and being smelly. Not that she cared or anything.
Helga emerged from the bathroom a few moments later to collide right into someone else. "Hey! Why don't you watch where you're going, pinhead!" Helga had almost tumbled right back into the bathroom if strong hands hadn't caught her in time to steady her and straighten her back up. Helga looked around, making sure nothing had fallen out of her open bag, which she was now furiously zipping up. [Stupid jerk!] Then she finally looked up to see who had a death wish. The face of the new kid—Brainy—stared back, grinning like he had been in Calculus.
Helga nearly fell over again, but managed to maintain her composure. "What the hell do you want?" She asked rudely, raising an eyebrow high, making it look like she had better places to be, when in actuality she didn't. In fact, meeting Brainy in the halls, this very cute Brainy, was most interesting.
Brainy laughed softly, looking down for a moment before shifting his gaze back up to rest on Helga. "Don't tell me you've forgotten about poor old Brainy, Helga. I've still got scars on my face from you." And in fact, Brainy lifted up the light straw-coloured hair to show Helga his forehead that had a few faded inflictions on it. Helga just smirked satisfactorily.
"Oh yeah...it's you," she replied, the air of nonchalance never leaving her voice. "Don't think I'm going to apologize for those or anything. If you hadn't always been breathing down my neck everywhere I went, maybe certain incidents such as those would have never happened." Helga continued smirking as though she had won some small victory, but all Brainy could do was smile back, mirth dancing in his eyes.
"Will you meet me after school?" he asked out of nowhere, placing his hands in his pockets and tapping one foot nervously. His dark eyes shone a bit pleadingly, hoping she would say yes.
[Damn, he's got pretty eyes.]
Helga had never noticed how pretty they were. Not that she'd every really looked at Brainy before, let alone notice the beauty of his eyes. To her, he was just the dorky kid with glasses who had a major breathing problem. "Um...sure, whatever," she replied distractedly. She began walking up the stairs to the library. Truth be told, Helga only gave the answer to get away from Brainy. This was all too weird. She'd need time to think on it.
"By the bike racks," Brainy called after her retreating form. "We've got some catching up to do, Helga Pataki."
Helga shivered as he called her full name. How did he even remember her, let alone her full name? She pushed it out of her mind, trying to fix her hair once again. It was still a bit damp from the fountain incident. Helga reached the library and skillfully opened one of the doors without making a sound. Her lucky day. The old decrepit Mr Kemmel had fallen asleep at his post at the front of the library. Other students turned their heads lazily to see her entering. She gave them a look that said she'd pound them if they said anything to arouse interest. Heads quickly turned back to their work, knowing full well that Helga wasn't one to joke.
Helga looked around for a place to sit. There was only one table left that wasn't full, and it only had one person sitting at it, a rather puny- looking boy with dark hair that, judging by the shape of it, was cut by a bowl. Helga heaved an exasperated sigh as she walked over to the table and placed her stuff down.
Curley's eyes lit up as bright as two beacons as Helga sat down in the chair opposite of him. "Why, Helga my dear! You're looking ravishing today. Why don't we go find someplace where we can be...alone." The geek-boy raised both of his eyebrows, emphasizing the "alone" part.
"Fuck you, Curley," Helga said, but her voice sounded curiously bright. Curley had to be the most annoying person on the planet, but he was funny as hell and amusing to Helga most days.
"Well, well...is that a request or a command?" he asked, licking his lips in mock seduction. Helga's eye twitched in disgust. "You really are a sick, twisted little freak. You know that, Curley?" she asked him, placing her bag down on the table.
"But of course, my little dandelion," he replied, his beady little eyes looking at her through his thick lenses. "So what has kept you from me for so long, my sweet? I notice you are in your Gym clothes, but you had Gym first period and Calculus last period. What's the deal?" His voice changed to semi-normal on the last inquiry, and Helga snorted.
"Nothing really, Curley. I met up with Sid in the halls. He made the fountain dose me with water because he thought I was someone else. Good thing I wasn't in the mood to kick his ass." Helga grinned maniacally.
"Oh I love it when you talk dirty," Curley exclaimed. "I want you, Helga. Right here, right now."
Helga cracked up laughing, trying to stifle it so as not to wake up Mr. Kemmel, but Curly looked slightly disappointed, indignant at not being taken seriously.
[He might've been serious. Sick fuck.]
But Helga was still laughing, and unable to suppress it any longer. Everyone else around them was looking at her in annoyance. She calmed down finally and took out A Tale of Two Cities from her backpack. She was supposed to be reading it for English. Her mind was wandering though as usual. Would she really go meet Brainy after school? She might if she had nothing better to do. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...
Chapter Two REVAMPED. Yee-aah! This is what happens when it's five in the morning and you can't sleep...Read and review. :D
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