Author's note*** Thanks for the nice reviews. I will do my best to conform
to the suggested changes. Like I said, I don't know if this is a H/A
pairing just yet, but I am a huge fan of that would be couple, so we'll
see!
Helga sighed as she twirled a long strand of honey colored hair around her finger in boredom. She glanced again at the clock on the wall in Mr. Dundas's drama class, only to see the hands had barely moved at all. Usually, she loved this class second only to elizabethan poetry, but she just wasn't feeling it today.
Here it was, 3 weeks til the prom, and she already had more than enough invites. Just not the one she wanted. Although she tried with all her might to get over Arnold, he was still the keeper of her heart.
They had actually tried dating in the eight grade, after the summer when Helga blossomed into more of Miriam's softer attributes, and he had shyly told her he thought she was pretty at the Octoberfest school dance. The relationship failed miserabley, as she just could not give herself to him at that point. Here she was, with all she ever wanted, only to discover she couldn't trust him with her heart.
He had moved on, of course, after the initial hurt of the break up. He never did handle rejection well, but it wasn't more than 3 months and he was going out with a foreign exchange student named Giselle. That was short lived as well, but Helga never got over why he didn't fight harder for her. She knew it was her own fault, but never pursued him as more than a passing acquaintance after that. It hurt too much to get any closer than that.
"Did you decide who's invitation you will be accepting?" Phoebe chimed in as Helga met her in the hall after class. Her almond shaped eyes shone dully behind her much more stylish wire frames.
"Nope, no idea. Might not go at all," Helga muttered indifferently. She glanced up and caught sight of Gerald rounding the corner. Despite herself, her blood boiled momentarily. Gerald Johannsen. He was her biggest supporter when Arnold and her finally got together, which was a huge suprise. However, it seemed not to bother him at all when Arnold recently went out with his "little" sister Timberely. If he believed in her and Arnold so avidly, why didn't he frown upon the fledgling relationship?
She squashed her anger for Phoebe's sake. "Hey babe," Gerald purred as he slid an arm around her waist.
"Gerald, please!" Phoebe whispered fervently, blushing despite her mock annoyance.
"It's been three AGONIZING hours since I've seen you, that's all," he smiled sweetly. "Hey, Helgs, what's shakin'?" He asked smoothly.
"Not alot," Helga answered evenly. "I gotta run, Pheebs. I'll think about what we talked about."
Helga thought it over in her head as she walked towards the food court for lunch. She had been asked by Park, Lorenzo, Sid and Stinky. She didn't have the slightest romantic inclination towards any of them, and she suspected they all wanted to see more of her back seat then really date her.
"Hey, Arnold," she heard a familiar voice behind her as she rounded the corner into the cafetaria. She instinctivley ducked behind a trach can.
"Oh, Hey," Arnold answered, glancing around distractedly. "What's up?"
"Just wanted to tell you my mom and dad are cool with the whole prom thing. I'm not shopping til' Saturday, but I think I"m leaning towards lavendar for my dress."
Helga's mouth dropped. Did she just hear Timberley Johannsen say PROM!??
"Uh, that's cool. Okay, well, let me know for sure about the colors whenever you get around to it." Arnold answered, looking around once more before shrugging his shoulders. " Call me later," he muttered almost incoherently.
"Later days, then". Timberely trounced off with a few more ninth graders, leaving Helga alone behind the trash cans, a single tear sliding down her cheek.
She waited a moment until Arnold left, as it seemed he was either waiting for or looking for someone. He finally gave up and she pulled herself up slowly so as not to draw attention to herself. Her lovely face flushed with anger and regret. How could he! She had still harbored a faint and distant hope that he would ask her, and at least try to rekindle what little they had.
That settles it, she thought irrationally. I refuse to be some shrinking violet while he just moves on with his life. I am going to be the life of that prom, and them we'll see who has regrets, she thought as she stommped across the caferteria. She knew EXACTLY who she was going to go to prom with now, and then he would REALLY be sorry. One person in particular had asked her that she had never considered going with, because she knew what it would do to Arnold. Now, it made no difference. She wanted him to see what he was going to lose forever if he didn't act.
She was going to tell Arnie yes.
Helga sighed as she twirled a long strand of honey colored hair around her finger in boredom. She glanced again at the clock on the wall in Mr. Dundas's drama class, only to see the hands had barely moved at all. Usually, she loved this class second only to elizabethan poetry, but she just wasn't feeling it today.
Here it was, 3 weeks til the prom, and she already had more than enough invites. Just not the one she wanted. Although she tried with all her might to get over Arnold, he was still the keeper of her heart.
They had actually tried dating in the eight grade, after the summer when Helga blossomed into more of Miriam's softer attributes, and he had shyly told her he thought she was pretty at the Octoberfest school dance. The relationship failed miserabley, as she just could not give herself to him at that point. Here she was, with all she ever wanted, only to discover she couldn't trust him with her heart.
He had moved on, of course, after the initial hurt of the break up. He never did handle rejection well, but it wasn't more than 3 months and he was going out with a foreign exchange student named Giselle. That was short lived as well, but Helga never got over why he didn't fight harder for her. She knew it was her own fault, but never pursued him as more than a passing acquaintance after that. It hurt too much to get any closer than that.
"Did you decide who's invitation you will be accepting?" Phoebe chimed in as Helga met her in the hall after class. Her almond shaped eyes shone dully behind her much more stylish wire frames.
"Nope, no idea. Might not go at all," Helga muttered indifferently. She glanced up and caught sight of Gerald rounding the corner. Despite herself, her blood boiled momentarily. Gerald Johannsen. He was her biggest supporter when Arnold and her finally got together, which was a huge suprise. However, it seemed not to bother him at all when Arnold recently went out with his "little" sister Timberely. If he believed in her and Arnold so avidly, why didn't he frown upon the fledgling relationship?
She squashed her anger for Phoebe's sake. "Hey babe," Gerald purred as he slid an arm around her waist.
"Gerald, please!" Phoebe whispered fervently, blushing despite her mock annoyance.
"It's been three AGONIZING hours since I've seen you, that's all," he smiled sweetly. "Hey, Helgs, what's shakin'?" He asked smoothly.
"Not alot," Helga answered evenly. "I gotta run, Pheebs. I'll think about what we talked about."
Helga thought it over in her head as she walked towards the food court for lunch. She had been asked by Park, Lorenzo, Sid and Stinky. She didn't have the slightest romantic inclination towards any of them, and she suspected they all wanted to see more of her back seat then really date her.
"Hey, Arnold," she heard a familiar voice behind her as she rounded the corner into the cafetaria. She instinctivley ducked behind a trach can.
"Oh, Hey," Arnold answered, glancing around distractedly. "What's up?"
"Just wanted to tell you my mom and dad are cool with the whole prom thing. I'm not shopping til' Saturday, but I think I"m leaning towards lavendar for my dress."
Helga's mouth dropped. Did she just hear Timberley Johannsen say PROM!??
"Uh, that's cool. Okay, well, let me know for sure about the colors whenever you get around to it." Arnold answered, looking around once more before shrugging his shoulders. " Call me later," he muttered almost incoherently.
"Later days, then". Timberely trounced off with a few more ninth graders, leaving Helga alone behind the trash cans, a single tear sliding down her cheek.
She waited a moment until Arnold left, as it seemed he was either waiting for or looking for someone. He finally gave up and she pulled herself up slowly so as not to draw attention to herself. Her lovely face flushed with anger and regret. How could he! She had still harbored a faint and distant hope that he would ask her, and at least try to rekindle what little they had.
That settles it, she thought irrationally. I refuse to be some shrinking violet while he just moves on with his life. I am going to be the life of that prom, and them we'll see who has regrets, she thought as she stommped across the caferteria. She knew EXACTLY who she was going to go to prom with now, and then he would REALLY be sorry. One person in particular had asked her that she had never considered going with, because she knew what it would do to Arnold. Now, it made no difference. She wanted him to see what he was going to lose forever if he didn't act.
She was going to tell Arnie yes.