Chapter Eleven
Crash and Burn
(What's happening...?)
The thought kept popping up in Helga's mind as she continued to kiss Sid. They were now lying in the sand, entangled. Sid was swiftly exploring Helga's body, every now and them stopping to dote on a few areas. And Helga didn't mind. She wasn't protesting or jumping up to beat the living crap out of him. Instead, she opened up her mouth invitingly, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. Sid was in Heaven and Helga could feel it. He pressed against her and ran his mouth the length of her neck as she moaned. All the while, Helga's mind was still wondering the same question. She wanted to pull away and at the same time she wanted to rid them of all the clothes on their bodies.
As if on cue, Sid began to pull urgently at his shorts. "Helga..." he breathed, "...if you let me do this, I'm not going to be able to stop."
Quite overcome by passion at the moment and a fair share of hormones, Helga wasn't exactly thinking rationally. She nodded, kissing him again with intensity.
Another thought entered her brain suddenly, or a name: Brainy.
"Wait. No," Helga said quickly, pushing Sid off as she bolted upright. She felt light-headed from the sudden movement and leaned back against the wooden pillar, sighing heavily. Sid moved closer, kissing her again, obviously not taking the hint. Helga moved her head so he only caught her cheek. "What the hell just happened?" She whispered, biting her lower lip.
"No idea," Sid replied, while sucking lovingly on her neck. "But I certainly liked it."
Helga pushed him away once again. "Sid--this isn't---I'm mean....I gotta go..." She stood up, whiping sand off her arms and back as she did so. Sid had a mix of confusion and annoyance on his face, though it was mostly shrouded by the semi-darkness.
"Go then..." he muttered childishly, shifting so he was sitting facing away from her. Helga was about to reply with something smart, but decided against it as she ran away from the docks and back to the party. It seemed she'd spent more time at the docks then the party. Everyone was giving her odd looks, and once again, Helga Pataki was scowling. Did they know? Helga was suddenly fearful that the news would spread. She had to find Brainy.
Helga scanned the crowd of dancing teenagers. How long could people possibly dance? The smell of salt and sweat hung heavily in the air as Helga spotted Phoebe. She was surrounded by people as usual, an obviously fake smile plastered upon her small face. One person in particular that Helga noticed was Iggy Small. He was fully-clothed. Helga had noticed that before when she had seen him. He was wearing faded blue jeans and a red vintage tee as though he had just casually stopped by to survey the party. He'd been there the whole time though. A grin--or was it a smirk?-- was on his face as well as he talked to Phoebe.
(What's he smiling about?)
"Helga?" A voice interrupted her thoughts and she whirled around to come face to face with Gerald. He looked somber and was apparently a little drunk. He'd taken his hair out of the cornrows so it was dark and curly, long enough to almost reach his shoulders. His dark eyes registered worry and Helga knew what it was about immediately.
(I don't need this right now...)
But she sighed, giving in. "Yeah, Gerald?"
"We...we need to talk," Gerald said simply as though they weren't already doing it. He was bare-chested with nothing but black swimming trunks on. He ran a hand nervously through his curly hair, looking around. He wanted to play this off as cool as he could.
"Oh about whom might I ask?" Helga inquired a little too sarcastically. Gerald knew. Helga knew. He glared at her.
"Knock off the bullshit," he told her seriously, and she bit her tongue to keep from retorting nastily. "I wanna know what's going on with Phoebe. You have to tell me, Helga. We haven't spoken more than a few words since yesterday and I'm not blind. She's avoiding me. Tell me, please." His eyes were too large and his face, too pale. Gerald looked as though the few drinks he'd had didn't agree with him very well.
Helga bit her lip again. It was clear to anyone that when she did this, she was nervous or apprehensive about something. "I can't tell you," she said, looking down. "It's not my place to say." It seemed that the temperature had dropped ten degrees. Helga shivered, wrapping her arms around herself.
"You'd damn well better!" Gerald practically shouted, causing a few to stare. They were right near the dance pit. Thankfully, the music was up pretty loud. He lowered his voice to a whisper as he came very close to Helga. "She's my girlfriend, Helga. I have every fucking right to know." He pulled back, and his eyes looked somewhat blurry. "I know Pheebs. She's scared and she won't tell me why. And because she won't tell me why, I'm scared." Gerald looked down at the ground this time, and Helga just stood there. She noticed that she was still barefoot. She'd left her pink flip-flops over by the docks.
"You stupid idiot. You really are blind. Phoebe's pregnant," Helga blurted before she could stop herself. She held her breath as Gerald slowly looked up at her, seemingly taking his time to comprehend what had just been said. His eyes looked dead now, as though he were incapable of emotion any longer.
However, he suddenly lashed out, knocking over a tiki torch and sending it to the ground. It immediately extinguished because of the sand. "Damnit..." he choked out, and stalked off before Helga could say anything more.
(Guess after tonight I'm going to be the loner again.) Helga thought bitterly, standing in the sand. She was still shivering, though she wasn't cold. Lila and Sheena stumbled up to her, both a lot more smashed than Gerald had been. Their cheeks were rosy and their eyes were bright.
"Helga!" Sheena squealed, squeezing her tight. "We've been looking for you everywhere." She had had her hair in braids and now it was flowing down her back in very flattering waves.
"You silly girl!" Lila piped in, shaking her head. "Where did you run off to? With Brainy I bet! You two were doing it weren't you?" Lila giggled insanely and Helga noticed that her top tie had come undone and it was nearly exposing more than it should have been. Helga quickly fixed it, tying it in the back. "Thanks buddy!" Came Lila's high-pitched, drunken voice. "I was kinda...busy with a guy and he seemed very keen on getting that untied!" Lila collapsed in a fit of giggles and Sheena joined her.
"Um...I wasn't with Brainy," Helga stammered, but before Sheena or Lila could question her she was already talking again. "Have you two seen him? Is he still here?"
They both shook their heads slovenly. "He left I suppose," Lila hiccupped, turning her attention to the parking lot. "Yup. Yup. Don't see his car."
Helga turned her head sharply, and noted that his car was gone. "Damn it all..." she began, sighing inwardly. She scratched her unkempt blonde hair. "I guess I'll be driving you two home anyway," Helga remarked, managing to smile at the two drunken girls before her. Her girlish curiosity took over suddenly. "Who were you with anyway, Lila?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow.
Lila grinned as though proud of herself. "Oh...what's his name? The one that always wears sunglasses? Iggy! That's it. Yeah...he's really good at...stuff," she said, cracking up on the word 'stuff'. "A bit lewd though. Yes, lewd. Lewd lewd!"
"Lewd lewd!" Sheena chorused and they both laughed again. Helga shook her head, and she shot a glance at Phoebe and Iggy again who were again, immersed in conversation. Iggy seemed very interested in talking with Phoebe. Phoebe was still putting on the artificial smile, but Helga could tell she wasn't really enjoying herself. Gerald was nowhere in sight. Helga looked towards the parking lot and realized that his bright red Lexus wasn't there either.
(Now I remember why I don't have many friends. Everything always turns into one big soap opera.)
Suddenly, a drink was shoved towards her. "Drink up!" Sheena said, downing her own plastic cup. "It's a party, Helga! We're going to have fun or I'm going to molest you! Or both..." Lila cracked up, though Sheena tried to keep a straight face as though she were actually serious. In the end, she ended up dying with laughter anyway. Helga grinned taking the cup and sipping it tentatively. Part of her really didn't want to get smashed, but the majority of her really didn't want to think about all that was going on tonight.
"What the hell?" Helga sighed and downed her drink as well, not caring what it was though she was certain it was something strong. Sheena thrust another and her and Helga downed that one as well.
They were about to go out onto the dance floor, when Helga's eyes met Phoebe's, who was still talking to Iggy. Iggy was whispering something into her ear at the moment. Phoebe's dark eyes said something, and even after the years that they'd grown apart, Helga could still read her expression:
Help.
That wasn't too much of a cliffhanger eh? Sorry about all the ones I've been writing. Harlow's getting lazy. Hehe. XD Anway, I'll probably be wrapping up this story pretty soon, perhaps in the next chapter, but I may have sequels and whatnot. Thanks for the reviews!
Crash and Burn
(What's happening...?)
The thought kept popping up in Helga's mind as she continued to kiss Sid. They were now lying in the sand, entangled. Sid was swiftly exploring Helga's body, every now and them stopping to dote on a few areas. And Helga didn't mind. She wasn't protesting or jumping up to beat the living crap out of him. Instead, she opened up her mouth invitingly, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. Sid was in Heaven and Helga could feel it. He pressed against her and ran his mouth the length of her neck as she moaned. All the while, Helga's mind was still wondering the same question. She wanted to pull away and at the same time she wanted to rid them of all the clothes on their bodies.
As if on cue, Sid began to pull urgently at his shorts. "Helga..." he breathed, "...if you let me do this, I'm not going to be able to stop."
Quite overcome by passion at the moment and a fair share of hormones, Helga wasn't exactly thinking rationally. She nodded, kissing him again with intensity.
Another thought entered her brain suddenly, or a name: Brainy.
"Wait. No," Helga said quickly, pushing Sid off as she bolted upright. She felt light-headed from the sudden movement and leaned back against the wooden pillar, sighing heavily. Sid moved closer, kissing her again, obviously not taking the hint. Helga moved her head so he only caught her cheek. "What the hell just happened?" She whispered, biting her lower lip.
"No idea," Sid replied, while sucking lovingly on her neck. "But I certainly liked it."
Helga pushed him away once again. "Sid--this isn't---I'm mean....I gotta go..." She stood up, whiping sand off her arms and back as she did so. Sid had a mix of confusion and annoyance on his face, though it was mostly shrouded by the semi-darkness.
"Go then..." he muttered childishly, shifting so he was sitting facing away from her. Helga was about to reply with something smart, but decided against it as she ran away from the docks and back to the party. It seemed she'd spent more time at the docks then the party. Everyone was giving her odd looks, and once again, Helga Pataki was scowling. Did they know? Helga was suddenly fearful that the news would spread. She had to find Brainy.
Helga scanned the crowd of dancing teenagers. How long could people possibly dance? The smell of salt and sweat hung heavily in the air as Helga spotted Phoebe. She was surrounded by people as usual, an obviously fake smile plastered upon her small face. One person in particular that Helga noticed was Iggy Small. He was fully-clothed. Helga had noticed that before when she had seen him. He was wearing faded blue jeans and a red vintage tee as though he had just casually stopped by to survey the party. He'd been there the whole time though. A grin--or was it a smirk?-- was on his face as well as he talked to Phoebe.
(What's he smiling about?)
"Helga?" A voice interrupted her thoughts and she whirled around to come face to face with Gerald. He looked somber and was apparently a little drunk. He'd taken his hair out of the cornrows so it was dark and curly, long enough to almost reach his shoulders. His dark eyes registered worry and Helga knew what it was about immediately.
(I don't need this right now...)
But she sighed, giving in. "Yeah, Gerald?"
"We...we need to talk," Gerald said simply as though they weren't already doing it. He was bare-chested with nothing but black swimming trunks on. He ran a hand nervously through his curly hair, looking around. He wanted to play this off as cool as he could.
"Oh about whom might I ask?" Helga inquired a little too sarcastically. Gerald knew. Helga knew. He glared at her.
"Knock off the bullshit," he told her seriously, and she bit her tongue to keep from retorting nastily. "I wanna know what's going on with Phoebe. You have to tell me, Helga. We haven't spoken more than a few words since yesterday and I'm not blind. She's avoiding me. Tell me, please." His eyes were too large and his face, too pale. Gerald looked as though the few drinks he'd had didn't agree with him very well.
Helga bit her lip again. It was clear to anyone that when she did this, she was nervous or apprehensive about something. "I can't tell you," she said, looking down. "It's not my place to say." It seemed that the temperature had dropped ten degrees. Helga shivered, wrapping her arms around herself.
"You'd damn well better!" Gerald practically shouted, causing a few to stare. They were right near the dance pit. Thankfully, the music was up pretty loud. He lowered his voice to a whisper as he came very close to Helga. "She's my girlfriend, Helga. I have every fucking right to know." He pulled back, and his eyes looked somewhat blurry. "I know Pheebs. She's scared and she won't tell me why. And because she won't tell me why, I'm scared." Gerald looked down at the ground this time, and Helga just stood there. She noticed that she was still barefoot. She'd left her pink flip-flops over by the docks.
"You stupid idiot. You really are blind. Phoebe's pregnant," Helga blurted before she could stop herself. She held her breath as Gerald slowly looked up at her, seemingly taking his time to comprehend what had just been said. His eyes looked dead now, as though he were incapable of emotion any longer.
However, he suddenly lashed out, knocking over a tiki torch and sending it to the ground. It immediately extinguished because of the sand. "Damnit..." he choked out, and stalked off before Helga could say anything more.
(Guess after tonight I'm going to be the loner again.) Helga thought bitterly, standing in the sand. She was still shivering, though she wasn't cold. Lila and Sheena stumbled up to her, both a lot more smashed than Gerald had been. Their cheeks were rosy and their eyes were bright.
"Helga!" Sheena squealed, squeezing her tight. "We've been looking for you everywhere." She had had her hair in braids and now it was flowing down her back in very flattering waves.
"You silly girl!" Lila piped in, shaking her head. "Where did you run off to? With Brainy I bet! You two were doing it weren't you?" Lila giggled insanely and Helga noticed that her top tie had come undone and it was nearly exposing more than it should have been. Helga quickly fixed it, tying it in the back. "Thanks buddy!" Came Lila's high-pitched, drunken voice. "I was kinda...busy with a guy and he seemed very keen on getting that untied!" Lila collapsed in a fit of giggles and Sheena joined her.
"Um...I wasn't with Brainy," Helga stammered, but before Sheena or Lila could question her she was already talking again. "Have you two seen him? Is he still here?"
They both shook their heads slovenly. "He left I suppose," Lila hiccupped, turning her attention to the parking lot. "Yup. Yup. Don't see his car."
Helga turned her head sharply, and noted that his car was gone. "Damn it all..." she began, sighing inwardly. She scratched her unkempt blonde hair. "I guess I'll be driving you two home anyway," Helga remarked, managing to smile at the two drunken girls before her. Her girlish curiosity took over suddenly. "Who were you with anyway, Lila?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow.
Lila grinned as though proud of herself. "Oh...what's his name? The one that always wears sunglasses? Iggy! That's it. Yeah...he's really good at...stuff," she said, cracking up on the word 'stuff'. "A bit lewd though. Yes, lewd. Lewd lewd!"
"Lewd lewd!" Sheena chorused and they both laughed again. Helga shook her head, and she shot a glance at Phoebe and Iggy again who were again, immersed in conversation. Iggy seemed very interested in talking with Phoebe. Phoebe was still putting on the artificial smile, but Helga could tell she wasn't really enjoying herself. Gerald was nowhere in sight. Helga looked towards the parking lot and realized that his bright red Lexus wasn't there either.
(Now I remember why I don't have many friends. Everything always turns into one big soap opera.)
Suddenly, a drink was shoved towards her. "Drink up!" Sheena said, downing her own plastic cup. "It's a party, Helga! We're going to have fun or I'm going to molest you! Or both..." Lila cracked up, though Sheena tried to keep a straight face as though she were actually serious. In the end, she ended up dying with laughter anyway. Helga grinned taking the cup and sipping it tentatively. Part of her really didn't want to get smashed, but the majority of her really didn't want to think about all that was going on tonight.
"What the hell?" Helga sighed and downed her drink as well, not caring what it was though she was certain it was something strong. Sheena thrust another and her and Helga downed that one as well.
They were about to go out onto the dance floor, when Helga's eyes met Phoebe's, who was still talking to Iggy. Iggy was whispering something into her ear at the moment. Phoebe's dark eyes said something, and even after the years that they'd grown apart, Helga could still read her expression:
Help.
That wasn't too much of a cliffhanger eh? Sorry about all the ones I've been writing. Harlow's getting lazy. Hehe. XD Anway, I'll probably be wrapping up this story pretty soon, perhaps in the next chapter, but I may have sequels and whatnot. Thanks for the reviews!