Temptation
Chapter2

And I see you watching me


She'd been glancing at Arnolds rear when her name was called. Helga spun around quickly trying to hide her guilty flush. Oh god if this wasn't the most embaressing moment of her life she couldn't think of what was. Oh wait yes she could. Actualy she could think of a couple of times... 'this was not the time to be thinking of this! Keep focused, Helga' She coached herself.

"Oh hi um, um," Helga snapped her fingers a couple of times trying to remeber boy's name.

"Pheobe, help me out here," she wispered to her best friend.

"Johnathan," Pheobe supplied helpfuly.

"Right! Hi Johnathan," Helga said trying to recover. But alas the damage was done.

"Are you sure thats my name?" He asked crossly and stormed way.

"I hate men that act like babies. And him just because I couldn't remember his name," Helga said in a tone that stated her disgust at the male species.

"Well you have been going out for two months" Stated a grinning Pheobe in a matter of fact way.

Arnold looked up sharply at this.

"Two months, a week, and four days. But whose counting" said Patty comming up behind them.

"No I belive it was: Two months, a week, and two days," Disputed Pheobe, forgetting poor Gerald completely.

Helga blushed at the girls mentioning it in front of Arnold.

As the girls continued to dispute Helga's love life and while Gerlad tried to get Pheobe's attention back Arnold leaned over and whispered in Helga's ear, "If I had the chance I'd make it so you never forgot my name."

If Helga wasn't blushing before, she was definatly blushing now. She turned to look at him but he was watching the bickering girls and Gerald as if his breath hadn't just been tickling her ear. As if he hadn't just fried her brain cells with that announcement.

Helga walked around her arguing bestfriends. To the door leading outside.

"Hey Helga, mind if I walk you home?" Asked Arnold.

Helga was so surprised to hear Arnold behind her she whirled around and dropped her books.

"Oh" she involuntarily sqeaked in surprise and bent down to pick up her books that sh had been holding.

Unfortunatly Arnold bent down at the same time.

WHACK

Heads collided

"Geeze footballhead!" moaned Helga.

"Sorry, Helga,"

"Never mind, Arnold," She said as they both picked up her books.

"And no, I don't think it would be a good idea for you to walk me home." She continued as she straightened up, "that guy in there, um ... um ... um,"

"Johnathan," Supplied Arnold helpfully.

"Yeah, well he's my boyfriend." She said and wondered why it didn't sound right.

"Well how about if I just walk you home as a friend not trying to become more." he asked.

"It still wouldn't look right," she said.

It was clear to Arnold she didn't want to mess up her relationship anymore than she already had. So he decided to sweeten the deal, "I'll carry your books."

"Okay."Helga agreed instantly.

Arnold was kinda surprised she'd given in so easily. Lilla would always say "Oh Arnold I couldn't allow you to do that. Its ever to heavy." And that would make him feel bad so he would insist and end up carrying something.

Arnold was snapped back to the present when Helga took off her backpack. For an instant he wondered why she was carrying books and a backpack. That was until she dumped it into his arms and he felt how full it was. Not to mention heavy.

He was so surprised he said the first thing that came to mind.

"Geez Helga! What do you have in this thing?"

To his surprise Helga burst out laughing.

"Finally," Said when she'd calmed down ,"an honest response."

"What do you mean?" Asked Arnold ,putting the backpack over his shoulder.

"Most guys I know act like they aren't surprised, and that it doesn't wiegh a ton." She explained as she started to walk away.

"Has it ever occured to you that maybe they are stronger than you, and so its not as heavy to them as it is to you?" Arnold asked arching an eyebrow.

Helga stopped abruptly, almost making Arnold crash into her.

She turned, looked at him in puzzlement and simply said " No."

With that they continued on their way

About 15 minutes later they arived at Helga's house.

Helga turned toward Arnold

"About what you said earlier. . ." Helga trailed off. Now most boys would pickup on that and apologize. But no by George, not our Arnold. he just looked at her in faint amusment.

"What did you mean by what you said?" Helga asked.

"Why just that if you where my girl I'd show you a good time." he said with a slight curl tugging on the corner of his mouth.

Helga just looked at him suspiciously.

"Why Helga," he said innocently, "what did you think I meant?"

Helga opened her mouth to tell Arnold what she thought of him, but he forstalled her.

"Helga, you aren't suggesting that I was thinking anything but wholesome thoughts are you?" he asked pretending to be scandalized by the mere thought, and at the same time trying not to laugh.

"Are you laughing at me," Asked Helga growing angry.

"No!" said Arnold in his most horrified voice.

"You are! Arnold your laughing at me!"

"I'm sure its an accident." Arnold responded.

Helga blew out an angry and exasperated breath,turned from him and retreated into the house. Slamming the door behind her.

Arnold waited 5 minutes then called out, "Hey Helga!"

Immediately her head popped through her open window.

"Don't you want you backpack?" He asked.

"You and it can go straight to hell," She screammed. Suddenly she focused beyond him to a woman who had apparently been walking her dog but was looking at her instead. Instead of withdrawing to calm down she went with her first instinct.

"What the hell are YOU looking at?" She yelled at the poor woman then withdrew her head and slammed the window on Arnold's laughing.



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Wow people we are seeing a whole new Arnold. What brought about this change? Does Helga like it? Will Helga ever get her backpack back? Whats going on with Pheobe and Gerald? What happened between Arnold and Lilla? Will Helga ever remember her boyfriend's name? All this and more on the next. . . .
Temptation