Thanks for all those nice reviews guys :) Besides, there are other stories
out there better than mine. Most of these plots are taken from my own
personal experiences and old, OLD stuff I've read. Anyways, I'm sure you're
not here to read my ramblings, but the story. And so, I give you Chapter 8.
She wasn't exactly sure where the cafeteria was, but as soon as the bell rang for lunch, she decided to just follow the flock of students who were apparently heading for the lunch room, hungry for food and gossip. On the way, she found the girl's restroom and decided to do a quick checkup. Pushing the door open, Helga heard voices coming from the stalls. "Oh Rhonda, you're just ever so amusing!" a very familiar, annoying voice shrilled. She walked towards one of the sinks, and whipped out her brush, brushing with quick strokes. As she was about to put the brush back in, the two toilets flushed and walked out two of the most fashionably dressed and beautiful girls she had ever seen. One was a girl with shoulder-length raven black hair, and brown eyes. She was dressed in tight black jeans and a skin-tight red sleeveless shirt, with pink roses printed on it, and red and black platforms. She looked sexy, without looking slutty. There was an air of confidence around her, especially by the way she laughed, and held herself. As for the other girl...
Dressed in a black mini-skirt, which Helga thought, would have easily passed as a hairband, and a dark green spaghetti strap top (which was a little too low for Helga's taste), with strappy black heels, and her shoulder length brown hair tied in a high pony-tail, her ice-blue eyes glittered in amusement at whatever the other girl had just said. They stepped towards the sink, each girl on Helga's side. Helga decided to ignore the two as she packed up her stuff. Rhonda finally noticed the blonde and flashed her million dollar smile.
"Hey, aren't you in my History class?" Rhonda asked.
"Yup".
"You know, you look strikingly familiar. I'm not sure, but I may have seen you somewhere before. Did you go to PS 118?" Rhonda asked, furrowing her brow.
"Sure did Princess Rhonda. I'm the bully with the unibrow. Remember? Helga?" Helga said, smiling, surprised at her own niceness.
"Helga? I don't... wait a sec. Helga... Helga! Helga Pataki? Oh my gosh!" Rhonda squealed. She pounced on Helga with a hug. Helga just laughed.
"Knock it off Rhonda, before your precious reputation gets soiled by hanging around a tough meanie has-been" Helga said, punching Rhonda lightly on the arm.
"Ouch that hurt," Rhonda teased back. "You've certainly grown beautiful Helga. I'm glad you got rid of the caterpiller brow! It was hideous!" Rhonda shivered.
"Thanks princess, like I need anybody to remind me,".
"Ooh, cold! Same old Helga there," she said, smiling.
Behind them, the other girl cleared her throat, a little loudly.
Lila...
"No, I didn't forget YOU Lila," Helga turned around, adopting a disinterested expression on her face. "I see you're not the same old, "ever so sickeningly sweet" Lila, are you?".
"Time's change, Helga. And besides, look at this," she said, turning around in a seductive way. Out of the corner of her eye, Helga saw Rhonda roll her eyes. "You think with this ever so delicious body, I'd let guys slip away 'cuz they see a plain old country girl instead of the sexy, wild woman in front of them?".
"Slutty is more like it..." Helga muttered.
"Mumble what you want for all I care. I've got the looks, the outfit, the body AND the men. And what have you got Helga?" she sneered.
"My reputation of not being called a whore to start with. See you later, Rhonda," Helga scooped up her bag and headed out for the cafeteria.
"Bye Helga! Nice meetin-"
Rhonda was cut off by Lila. "Think what you wan't, Pataki. Just wait till I walk into the cafeteria. This outfit will knock those guys dead, bitch!" Lila screamed.
That does it. No more Mr. Nice Guy. With her hand on the door, the door opened half-way, and her back to Lila, she said, "Yeah Lila. It just screams DESPERATE". She let the door shut behind her but not before hearing Lila's angry screams and yells. She smirked.
Looking at her watch, she broke into a jog. She had already wasted 15 minutes in the bathroom. Oh great, she thought. Now I'm lost. She noticed a guy, wearing a Hawaiian shirt and jean shorts and long tangled up hair, walking towards her. She walked up to meet him and asked "Excuse me, could you tell me where the cafeteria is?".
The guy's head bobbed up and down like it was set on spring, and it seemed as if he couldn't stand still. He kept shifting from one foot to the other. "Dude, the lunch room's, like, right here," he said in a deep surfer accent. He pointed to a door three feet away from where they were standing where the words "cafeteria" spelled out on a brass plate over the double doors. The dude walked away, shaking his head.
"Oh..".
She pushed open the doors and the intense heat suddenly smothered her. The huge room was packed with people, leaving almost no tables empty. She searched for the soda machines, and finally found it after a group of goths who had been blocking it, moved out of the way. There stood Arnold, leaning against the soda machine, staring up at the clock on the wall in front of him. When he looked away, and saw her, he smiled. Seeing this, Helga found herself smiling back. Suddenly, his smile turned into a smirk.
Helga decided to ignore his sudden change of mood. "Where's Phoebe and Geraldo?" she asked, searching around the room.
His expression still hadn't changed from the smirk. "They got tired of waiting, and found a table outside. I told them I'd wait for you here. The two of them have grown pretty close, don't you think?".
"Yeah. Can't believe I've missed out on so much. When did this happen anyway?" My sweet Arnold! He was actually waiting for me!
"Long story. I'll tell you about it later. C'mon, I'm starving. We better get something to eat. Just got 20 minutes more left.". Arnold threaded his way smoothly to the front of the room. Helga just followed, her gaze fixed on his cute rear. As she read the menu, today, being Monday, was Mexican Food day. Taco's, Burritos, Nachos, etc. Only, not as good tasting as the ones you get in restaurants, but it'll do. When they got in line, Arnold turned to Helga. "So what took you so long?".
"Oh, I just had a run-in with Princess Rhonda and Lila. I don't believe how she's changed! What was really surprising was the way she was so sweet to me. And that Lila? Wow! What's her deal, Arnoldo? I mean what did I miss?" Helga laughed.
She noticed Arnold looking away. "So you met Lila?".
"Uh, YES, didn't I just say that football-head?". Helga said. He didn't answer. "Anyhoo, did you check out the clothes she was wearing? I mean she practically had "Trying Too Hard" stamped on her forehead. But I'm sure she's probably driving you crazy with the way she looks now. You know, since you went gaga for her in elementary?" Helga almost gagged.
Arnold just stood, there, silent. Maybe you went too far, insulting his girl like that, Helga thought to herself. She decided to apologize this time. "Hey Arnold, I'm sorry, k? I know she's your girl and all, but that doesn't mean I have to pretend I like her or whatev-".
"She's not my girlfriend Helga." Arnold said, looking her straight in the eye.
What??
"But.. I thought.. you liked her.. what's going on here?" Helga demanded, confused, yet hopeful at the same time.
"She's not my girlfriend," he repeated. Looking at Helga a little more closely, he added, "Do you think I would choose trash like that to be my girl?". Helga didn't answer. Instead, her hand instinctively reached into her pocket and wrapped around the little heart-shaped locket with Arnold's picture in it (she had replaced the childhood picture with the one Phoebe had mailed to her 2 months before she moved back to Hillwood). Maybe, just maybe I have a chance with Arnold after all, she thoguht hopefully. "I dumped her a year ago, Helga. People do change over time, but she changed for the worse," he said quietly, still looking into her face intently. Helga gazed back, as if in a trance. Finally, shaking her head slightly, she smiled widely and punched his arm slightly, trying not to look into his eyes.
"Well, Bucko, you finally saw the real her, I see. Guess you're different from the other guys if you didn't fall for that cheap piece of-" Helga stopped. I'm insulting her way too much. Arnold might think I may have had something really against her to insult her so much, even if that bitch deserved it. Shut up you doofus! "Well you know what I mean".
"Helga, I don't fall for such girls. I never did. That's why I left her when she started seeing other guys, dressing so cheap... I don't know Helga. The way I left her, it just seemed that it was nothing more than a crush. I never loved her. And I guess she was just using me to fill in till she got her next flavor of the month," he said, staring at the floor.
Poor Arnold, she thought sadly. He must have really cared for her. And she just played around with my beloved, just took advantage of him? Then, thinking she was being too mushy for her own good, she shoved Arnold slightly, since the line had moved a great deal.
"Quit pushing me!" Arnold said, though, looking a little more jovial than he did three seconds ago. Helga didn't say anything. They both grabbed nachos, Arnold a can of Coke, and Helga grabbed some cranberry juice. They paid for their lunch money, and headed towards one of the empty tables. As soon as they sat, Phoebe and Gerald came up, arm in arm, and stopped behind Helga.
"Helga the Horrible," he muttered, loud enough for Helga to hear. She knew Gerald was just fooling around.
"We were waiting for you guys. What took you so long?" Phoebe asked.
"Oh, I just met up with someone. C'mon, sit down, I wanna hear about how you guys hooked up and all," Helga said, sipping her juice.
As they sat down, Gerald next to Arnold and Phoebe next to Helga (Arnold was facing Helga), the doors opened, and almost half the cafeteria, whooped, and whistled, and cat-called. Without turning around to see who it was, Arnold just rolled his eyes, and opened the can of coke. Looking up from Arnold, she saw the cause of so much excitement in the room : Lila and... Ruth?? She looked incredulously back at Arnold and mouthed the word "Ruth?" to him. He just snorted (people in my fanfics sure love to roll their eyes and snort, don't they?).
Lila walked down the steps into the main room, a scantily-clad Ruth on one side, and apparently Wolfgang, on her other, his arm around her tiny waist. The little group around them, mostly consisting of boys who worshipped the groung she walked on, were in a an animated little chatter, laughing every two seconds. Lila laughed her fake, sweet laughter at whatever Wolfgang whispered in her ear, until she saw Helga Pataki sitting with Arnold. She abruptly held up a hand, and the laughter around her immediately stopped. Her eyes narrowed to little slits as she looked at Helga. Slowly, she made her way to the little group of four.
Oh great...
"Uh, Arnold, don't look now, but your ex is walking this way, to our table," Gerald said, a disgusted look on his face. Of course, Arnold looked. Gerald knew he would.
"Not again," Arnold said, exasperated. He looked back, and looked at Helga first, since she was sitting right infront of him. And the look on her face surprised him. A scowl would have looked perfectly normal on Helga, which explained the normal disgust she had for Lila. No. Her eyes were fixed onto the table, if she had stared anymore intently, she probably would have burned a hole through the wood. Her face was slightly flushed, and her eyes slightly narrowed. She was gripping the plastic bottle of juice in her hand so hard, she was starting to deform it. What's with her, Arnold wondered, a little worried about Helga's behavior.
Lila walked up behind Arnold, and placed a hand on his shoulder, slightly massaging it. "Hey Arnold," she purred. With a swift motion of his hand, he pushed her hand away.
"Get away from me, Lila," Arnold said calmly. He looked really uncomfortable.
"Oh Arnold, you're just ever so rude," she drawled. She looked at Helga and smiled visciously. She knew Helga's little secret, when she wanted the part of Juliet in the school play. Chances were, by the way Helga was steaming, she probably still was crushing on Arnold. She moved closer to him.
"Lila, why don't you crawl back to the dark hole you came from, and leave us alone?" Gerald said impatiently.
Wolfgang was about to smash his fist in Gerald's face when Lila stopped him. "Believe it or not, Gerald, I don't have time for you. I just came to have a little chat with Arnold. So Arnold," she continued, looking at Arnold, "I was wondering if you could come over to my place tonight. I have to get ever so many notes from you, since I was out of town with Wolfgang..." she stopped for a moment to giggle "... for a week. And I know you'd want to come over Arnold cuz you're still not over me," She batted her eyelashes.
Helga was breathing heavily.
"Just leave me alone, Lila," he said, getting a little angry. "If you don't reemmber correctly, I was the one who dumped you. I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore,".
"Oh Arnold, just because I slept with somebody else after you refused to have sex with me, doesn't mean I'm totally over you (this is getting freaky)." She smiled, a little too sweetly.
What the... "Get away, Lila. Didn't you hear him? He wants you to leave," Helga said, dead quiet.
"Shut the hell up, Helga. Nobody asked for your opininon. And as far as him wanting me to leave, everybody knows how Arnold regrets missing the chance to be wtih me in be-"
Before Helga realized what she was doing, she stood up fast, and splashed the entire cranberry juice right in Lila's face!
So I was in a cat-fight scene mood. I don't think this chapter is that great but, we can't all be perfect. Chapter 9 coming soon! R and R guys!
She wasn't exactly sure where the cafeteria was, but as soon as the bell rang for lunch, she decided to just follow the flock of students who were apparently heading for the lunch room, hungry for food and gossip. On the way, she found the girl's restroom and decided to do a quick checkup. Pushing the door open, Helga heard voices coming from the stalls. "Oh Rhonda, you're just ever so amusing!" a very familiar, annoying voice shrilled. She walked towards one of the sinks, and whipped out her brush, brushing with quick strokes. As she was about to put the brush back in, the two toilets flushed and walked out two of the most fashionably dressed and beautiful girls she had ever seen. One was a girl with shoulder-length raven black hair, and brown eyes. She was dressed in tight black jeans and a skin-tight red sleeveless shirt, with pink roses printed on it, and red and black platforms. She looked sexy, without looking slutty. There was an air of confidence around her, especially by the way she laughed, and held herself. As for the other girl...
Dressed in a black mini-skirt, which Helga thought, would have easily passed as a hairband, and a dark green spaghetti strap top (which was a little too low for Helga's taste), with strappy black heels, and her shoulder length brown hair tied in a high pony-tail, her ice-blue eyes glittered in amusement at whatever the other girl had just said. They stepped towards the sink, each girl on Helga's side. Helga decided to ignore the two as she packed up her stuff. Rhonda finally noticed the blonde and flashed her million dollar smile.
"Hey, aren't you in my History class?" Rhonda asked.
"Yup".
"You know, you look strikingly familiar. I'm not sure, but I may have seen you somewhere before. Did you go to PS 118?" Rhonda asked, furrowing her brow.
"Sure did Princess Rhonda. I'm the bully with the unibrow. Remember? Helga?" Helga said, smiling, surprised at her own niceness.
"Helga? I don't... wait a sec. Helga... Helga! Helga Pataki? Oh my gosh!" Rhonda squealed. She pounced on Helga with a hug. Helga just laughed.
"Knock it off Rhonda, before your precious reputation gets soiled by hanging around a tough meanie has-been" Helga said, punching Rhonda lightly on the arm.
"Ouch that hurt," Rhonda teased back. "You've certainly grown beautiful Helga. I'm glad you got rid of the caterpiller brow! It was hideous!" Rhonda shivered.
"Thanks princess, like I need anybody to remind me,".
"Ooh, cold! Same old Helga there," she said, smiling.
Behind them, the other girl cleared her throat, a little loudly.
Lila...
"No, I didn't forget YOU Lila," Helga turned around, adopting a disinterested expression on her face. "I see you're not the same old, "ever so sickeningly sweet" Lila, are you?".
"Time's change, Helga. And besides, look at this," she said, turning around in a seductive way. Out of the corner of her eye, Helga saw Rhonda roll her eyes. "You think with this ever so delicious body, I'd let guys slip away 'cuz they see a plain old country girl instead of the sexy, wild woman in front of them?".
"Slutty is more like it..." Helga muttered.
"Mumble what you want for all I care. I've got the looks, the outfit, the body AND the men. And what have you got Helga?" she sneered.
"My reputation of not being called a whore to start with. See you later, Rhonda," Helga scooped up her bag and headed out for the cafeteria.
"Bye Helga! Nice meetin-"
Rhonda was cut off by Lila. "Think what you wan't, Pataki. Just wait till I walk into the cafeteria. This outfit will knock those guys dead, bitch!" Lila screamed.
That does it. No more Mr. Nice Guy. With her hand on the door, the door opened half-way, and her back to Lila, she said, "Yeah Lila. It just screams DESPERATE". She let the door shut behind her but not before hearing Lila's angry screams and yells. She smirked.
Looking at her watch, she broke into a jog. She had already wasted 15 minutes in the bathroom. Oh great, she thought. Now I'm lost. She noticed a guy, wearing a Hawaiian shirt and jean shorts and long tangled up hair, walking towards her. She walked up to meet him and asked "Excuse me, could you tell me where the cafeteria is?".
The guy's head bobbed up and down like it was set on spring, and it seemed as if he couldn't stand still. He kept shifting from one foot to the other. "Dude, the lunch room's, like, right here," he said in a deep surfer accent. He pointed to a door three feet away from where they were standing where the words "cafeteria" spelled out on a brass plate over the double doors. The dude walked away, shaking his head.
"Oh..".
She pushed open the doors and the intense heat suddenly smothered her. The huge room was packed with people, leaving almost no tables empty. She searched for the soda machines, and finally found it after a group of goths who had been blocking it, moved out of the way. There stood Arnold, leaning against the soda machine, staring up at the clock on the wall in front of him. When he looked away, and saw her, he smiled. Seeing this, Helga found herself smiling back. Suddenly, his smile turned into a smirk.
Helga decided to ignore his sudden change of mood. "Where's Phoebe and Geraldo?" she asked, searching around the room.
His expression still hadn't changed from the smirk. "They got tired of waiting, and found a table outside. I told them I'd wait for you here. The two of them have grown pretty close, don't you think?".
"Yeah. Can't believe I've missed out on so much. When did this happen anyway?" My sweet Arnold! He was actually waiting for me!
"Long story. I'll tell you about it later. C'mon, I'm starving. We better get something to eat. Just got 20 minutes more left.". Arnold threaded his way smoothly to the front of the room. Helga just followed, her gaze fixed on his cute rear. As she read the menu, today, being Monday, was Mexican Food day. Taco's, Burritos, Nachos, etc. Only, not as good tasting as the ones you get in restaurants, but it'll do. When they got in line, Arnold turned to Helga. "So what took you so long?".
"Oh, I just had a run-in with Princess Rhonda and Lila. I don't believe how she's changed! What was really surprising was the way she was so sweet to me. And that Lila? Wow! What's her deal, Arnoldo? I mean what did I miss?" Helga laughed.
She noticed Arnold looking away. "So you met Lila?".
"Uh, YES, didn't I just say that football-head?". Helga said. He didn't answer. "Anyhoo, did you check out the clothes she was wearing? I mean she practically had "Trying Too Hard" stamped on her forehead. But I'm sure she's probably driving you crazy with the way she looks now. You know, since you went gaga for her in elementary?" Helga almost gagged.
Arnold just stood, there, silent. Maybe you went too far, insulting his girl like that, Helga thought to herself. She decided to apologize this time. "Hey Arnold, I'm sorry, k? I know she's your girl and all, but that doesn't mean I have to pretend I like her or whatev-".
"She's not my girlfriend Helga." Arnold said, looking her straight in the eye.
What??
"But.. I thought.. you liked her.. what's going on here?" Helga demanded, confused, yet hopeful at the same time.
"She's not my girlfriend," he repeated. Looking at Helga a little more closely, he added, "Do you think I would choose trash like that to be my girl?". Helga didn't answer. Instead, her hand instinctively reached into her pocket and wrapped around the little heart-shaped locket with Arnold's picture in it (she had replaced the childhood picture with the one Phoebe had mailed to her 2 months before she moved back to Hillwood). Maybe, just maybe I have a chance with Arnold after all, she thoguht hopefully. "I dumped her a year ago, Helga. People do change over time, but she changed for the worse," he said quietly, still looking into her face intently. Helga gazed back, as if in a trance. Finally, shaking her head slightly, she smiled widely and punched his arm slightly, trying not to look into his eyes.
"Well, Bucko, you finally saw the real her, I see. Guess you're different from the other guys if you didn't fall for that cheap piece of-" Helga stopped. I'm insulting her way too much. Arnold might think I may have had something really against her to insult her so much, even if that bitch deserved it. Shut up you doofus! "Well you know what I mean".
"Helga, I don't fall for such girls. I never did. That's why I left her when she started seeing other guys, dressing so cheap... I don't know Helga. The way I left her, it just seemed that it was nothing more than a crush. I never loved her. And I guess she was just using me to fill in till she got her next flavor of the month," he said, staring at the floor.
Poor Arnold, she thought sadly. He must have really cared for her. And she just played around with my beloved, just took advantage of him? Then, thinking she was being too mushy for her own good, she shoved Arnold slightly, since the line had moved a great deal.
"Quit pushing me!" Arnold said, though, looking a little more jovial than he did three seconds ago. Helga didn't say anything. They both grabbed nachos, Arnold a can of Coke, and Helga grabbed some cranberry juice. They paid for their lunch money, and headed towards one of the empty tables. As soon as they sat, Phoebe and Gerald came up, arm in arm, and stopped behind Helga.
"Helga the Horrible," he muttered, loud enough for Helga to hear. She knew Gerald was just fooling around.
"We were waiting for you guys. What took you so long?" Phoebe asked.
"Oh, I just met up with someone. C'mon, sit down, I wanna hear about how you guys hooked up and all," Helga said, sipping her juice.
As they sat down, Gerald next to Arnold and Phoebe next to Helga (Arnold was facing Helga), the doors opened, and almost half the cafeteria, whooped, and whistled, and cat-called. Without turning around to see who it was, Arnold just rolled his eyes, and opened the can of coke. Looking up from Arnold, she saw the cause of so much excitement in the room : Lila and... Ruth?? She looked incredulously back at Arnold and mouthed the word "Ruth?" to him. He just snorted (people in my fanfics sure love to roll their eyes and snort, don't they?).
Lila walked down the steps into the main room, a scantily-clad Ruth on one side, and apparently Wolfgang, on her other, his arm around her tiny waist. The little group around them, mostly consisting of boys who worshipped the groung she walked on, were in a an animated little chatter, laughing every two seconds. Lila laughed her fake, sweet laughter at whatever Wolfgang whispered in her ear, until she saw Helga Pataki sitting with Arnold. She abruptly held up a hand, and the laughter around her immediately stopped. Her eyes narrowed to little slits as she looked at Helga. Slowly, she made her way to the little group of four.
Oh great...
"Uh, Arnold, don't look now, but your ex is walking this way, to our table," Gerald said, a disgusted look on his face. Of course, Arnold looked. Gerald knew he would.
"Not again," Arnold said, exasperated. He looked back, and looked at Helga first, since she was sitting right infront of him. And the look on her face surprised him. A scowl would have looked perfectly normal on Helga, which explained the normal disgust she had for Lila. No. Her eyes were fixed onto the table, if she had stared anymore intently, she probably would have burned a hole through the wood. Her face was slightly flushed, and her eyes slightly narrowed. She was gripping the plastic bottle of juice in her hand so hard, she was starting to deform it. What's with her, Arnold wondered, a little worried about Helga's behavior.
Lila walked up behind Arnold, and placed a hand on his shoulder, slightly massaging it. "Hey Arnold," she purred. With a swift motion of his hand, he pushed her hand away.
"Get away from me, Lila," Arnold said calmly. He looked really uncomfortable.
"Oh Arnold, you're just ever so rude," she drawled. She looked at Helga and smiled visciously. She knew Helga's little secret, when she wanted the part of Juliet in the school play. Chances were, by the way Helga was steaming, she probably still was crushing on Arnold. She moved closer to him.
"Lila, why don't you crawl back to the dark hole you came from, and leave us alone?" Gerald said impatiently.
Wolfgang was about to smash his fist in Gerald's face when Lila stopped him. "Believe it or not, Gerald, I don't have time for you. I just came to have a little chat with Arnold. So Arnold," she continued, looking at Arnold, "I was wondering if you could come over to my place tonight. I have to get ever so many notes from you, since I was out of town with Wolfgang..." she stopped for a moment to giggle "... for a week. And I know you'd want to come over Arnold cuz you're still not over me," She batted her eyelashes.
Helga was breathing heavily.
"Just leave me alone, Lila," he said, getting a little angry. "If you don't reemmber correctly, I was the one who dumped you. I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore,".
"Oh Arnold, just because I slept with somebody else after you refused to have sex with me, doesn't mean I'm totally over you (this is getting freaky)." She smiled, a little too sweetly.
What the... "Get away, Lila. Didn't you hear him? He wants you to leave," Helga said, dead quiet.
"Shut the hell up, Helga. Nobody asked for your opininon. And as far as him wanting me to leave, everybody knows how Arnold regrets missing the chance to be wtih me in be-"
Before Helga realized what she was doing, she stood up fast, and splashed the entire cranberry juice right in Lila's face!
So I was in a cat-fight scene mood. I don't think this chapter is that great but, we can't all be perfect. Chapter 9 coming soon! R and R guys!