AN: Well, how hard I tried to rewrite this chapter, it never came out well. I did my best but I really don't like it but I kept it because I think it's necessary for some reasons. Hope you guys will like it though. Once again special thanks to everyone who wrote those great reviews. I would liked to specially thanked Number6, who really seems to think about the characters behaviors, I think you will be pleased with the evolution of story in the future. Thank you also to Miss Nerf the pink Litterbug, Acosta Pérez Jose Ramiro and Lady G-Unitwho reviewed my fic frequently and to King Cheetah who was the first to do so. Anyways enjoy.

Chap9: In need of anger management

Sometimes Helga felt as if she didn't exist anymore. Not that she felt transparent or ignored, with all the attention she was getting at school or any other places outside her house, it would have been really pretentious of her. She just felt as if all control of actions had been stolen from her by somebody, another girl she did not understand.

Sometimes, as she spoke or moved, Helga felt like somebody else was doing it at her place. As much as she had tried to fight it, to resist, the stranger had finally managed to make itself a part of her.

And as time passed by, little by little, "sometime" had turned itself into "every time".

Like right here right now, as Helga started at her own reflection, she could not see herself. She saw a very beautiful young woman, was gorgeous blond hair and perfect complexion. She saw her wearing a silky lilac colored dress that had cost a fortune as well as the Tiffany's and co earrings and the Versace shoes that matched it. She saw her own face embellish with make up and her own body garnished with almost royal attire. Yet she saw nothing else but the stranger and her own self had stopped reflecting in the mirror a long time ago. Deep down, it was scaring her, making her sick with herself. Why wasn't she, the strong and brave Helga Pataki, the one everyone used to fear, able to fight back what she hated the most, though had become herself? Why wasn't she able to dress like she wanted, to do what she wanted and be with the people she wanted? Why did she have to act this way? Why was she was so desperate of being loved by everyone around her? And most of all, why was it the stranger left her and let her be true when and only when she was with Arnold?

Helga was drowned from her thoughts when she heard a light knock on her door.

"Come in."

Miriam entered her room. It had been required of her to dress up as well, and so she had. She wore a black dress made out of velvet that embellished the curves of her thin body. She wore elegant jewelry and her hair was arranged elegantly as well. But like her daughter, Miriam Pataki didn't need all this attire to be beautiful. She was the kind of women, which no matter how they were dressed, would always make you turn around on the street.

"Honey, the Vale's are here and we're going to dine any minute now, so your father wants you downstairs."

Helga let a small laugh escape her lips.

"No he doesn't. You see Miriam, deep down, he would rather want me in Alaska right now! But, since he wants his guests to believe he's a good man, he can't offer me a plane ticket to go there."

She had said all this in a false cheerful tone. Miriam shook her head sadly.

"Please Helga why do you always have to be like this? Why can't you be like...like…"

"Like Olga is what you're searching for." said Helga bitterly

"No" pleaded Miriam "that's not what I wanted to say sweaty! What I meant is why can't you and you father get along? Why can 't we be a happy family?"

"Well gee; I don't know Miriam, why can't YOU stop drinking?"

Just as she spoke those words Helga regretted them as she saw pain mark Miriam's features wile she left the room quietly. She quickly followed her downstairs asking herself why she couldn't have said what she had meant to say, which was that Bob and herself would never get along, and they would never be a happy family, because her one and only father didn't, never had and never would love her.

Helga found her own dear family and the Vale's sitting in one of the living rooms, the widest and luxurious one of course, since Bob Pataki had always been man to show the abundance of his wealth. He was in grand discussion with the family man, Miriam with the wife and Olga, looking gorgeous dressed all in pink, was listening to their daughter that appeared to be Helga's age.

"You're like my IDOL!" was she saying to a smiling Olga "I just love you're new song! I can so recognize my past deceptions in the lyrics!"

"Really?" muttered Helga to herself, "you mean the dress of your dreams wasn't on sale either? Damn, I didn't know it happened to so many of us these days, where is our world heading you tell me!"

Mr. Vale acknowledged her presence.

"This must be the famous Helga" said the tall good looking man reaching his hand, it's a pleasure to finally meat you Mademoiselle."

Helga smiled politely.

"The pleasure is all mine Monsieur."

"And may I present you my wife, Isabel and my daughter Rosie."

Helga shook both hands of the girl's hands.

"Well," said Bob "now that my youngest daughter has finally decided to join us, may I suggest we head to the dinning room?"

"You may!" said Mr. Vale joyfully.

They all walked to a splendid dinning room, where Bernard, the Pataki's butler, had dressed table for everyone beautifully, like he always did. He came in and served the first course.

"Well let me say," said Mr. Vale after taking a few bites, "that this is one of the best lobsters I ever tasted."

"Thank you Malcolm I'll be sure to tell François you liked his cooking." said Miriam

"Oh yes" said Mrs. Vale, "Our chef isn't that talented. You hired him in France I presume?"

"Quite right."

"This is going to be a very long night" thought Helga while eating her small and uncooked carrots.

"Why Helga, you're not having any lobster like the rest of us?" suddenly asked Mrs. Vale.

Bob turned to her, an odd look on his face, appearing slightly angry but trying to restrain it.

"Why aren't you having any lobster Helga?" he asked trying, but falling, to sound casual."

"I told François to not cook me any Bob, I'm allergic to them remember?" she said in the same tone

Bob seemed to relax slightly but yet not quite believing her story, he muttered to her:

"No, I guess I forgot that little detail."

Everyone want quiet and there was a lull in the conversation.

"Hum" said Bob to his guest in an overdo happy voice "Well, have you heard Olga's new single? The Medias declared it was one of the bests of the year. Though everything she does is always the best."

"Typical" Helga thought rolling her eyes, "switching the conversation to his favorite subject, Olga."

"Oh, daddy" chuckled the pretty blond, "stop it you're embarrassing me!"

"Yeah right sis you live for compliments."

"Oh, but I heard it and I thought it was pretty great Miss, so does my Rosie as you noticed." said Malcolm

And so they all went on about Olga and her amazing talents until the end of the next course. Miriam was talking about Olga's future appearance in a Spielberg new movie, when she cut her off.

"Baby sister" Olga said to Helga who was sitting next to her, "you haven't finished your plate."

Helga could have just killed her. Who did she think she was he nanny or something?

Once again Bob turned to her with a weird look on his face, but this time not trying to hide his anger.

"Why aren't finishing you're plate Helga?"

"I'm not hungry anymore Bob!"

"But you barley touched you're food." He said his voice shaking

"I did, only you gave me a big portion of food so it doesn't look like it."

Bob stood up from his chair looking furious.

"What you think I'm an idiot girl?" he said his voice rising at every syllable he spoke "I know how much I gave you and it wasn't more then to any of us!"

Mr. Vale stood up too and put his hand on Bob's shoulder.

"Come on Bob, it's no big deal, she probably just had a lot for lunch."

"Yeah" said Helga "I had a lot for lunch."

"You liar!" said Bob breaking his glass from holding it too tightly," DON'T YOU START AGAIN YOU HEAR ME!"

"Bob" said Miriam trying to make her husband sit back on his chair, "please calm down and stop over reacting all the time."

He obeyed her looking at his glass with a motionless expression.

"Now" said Miriam while taking back her seat, "where were we?"

Oooooooooooooooooooo

"I'm telling you Phoebe, it's a miracle the guy agreed to sign a contract with Bob after that."

"It wasn't that bad…"

"Yeah well it's obvious you didn't see Bob last night, I swear Phoebes the guy is completely crazy."

"Don't say that Helga, you're dad just has a very…fiery temper."

"Is that you're way of saying is a stupid, mean jerk?"

"Ye…NO!"

"Whatever. Let's not talk about the tyrant, how was your date?"

Helga heard her friend sight dreamily on the other line.

"Oh Helga it was amazing! He took me too diner and we talked about all kind of stuff and I made him laugh! And then we were supposed to go to the movies but there was nothing good so we just hanged around in the park looking at the stars! He was such a gentleman. He held the doors for me, pushed my chair to make me sit, gave me his jacket when I was cold…"

"Yeah, yeah, how was the kiss?"

"Helga!" said Phoebe in a fake shock voice "you don't even know if there was a kiss."

"We're talking about Gerald! Of course there was. The real question is, was there only one?"

"Since when do you know Gerald so well anyway?"

"He has a much known reputation at school you know."

Phoebe chuckled

"Fine he kissed me! Happy?"

"Yeah but how many times?"

"HELGA!"

Oooooooooooooooooooooo

"Tell me again why I'm going with you to Lila's photo ad shoot?" asked Gerald in a dark voice.

"Because" whispered Arnold that was sitting next to him in his car "I helped you prepare for you're date with Phoebe so you own me a favor and I'll get bored all alone."

He was whispering, because at the back seat were Lila and Rhonda, both getting a bit to excited for their own good.

"Beside" the blond went on "there will probably be plenty of models you can occupy yourself looking at."

"Pfff, Arnold my man, I'm sure you know me better then that, checking out young, sexy, gorgeous models, is NOT my type."

"Whatever you say Gerald."

His friend glared at him for a few seconds.

"Hey you're right" he said "that is anannoying comment!"

"Told you so!" answered Arnold cheerfully

"Moving on, I was serious earlier, I got a girlfriend now! I'm a new man."

"So everything went well with Phoebe then?" asked Arnold

"Oh yeah!"

"What happened?"

"I kissed her."

"Cool."

But Gerald wasn't able to hear his friend comment because of the raising volume in the back.

"We're here!" screamed Rhonda practically crying of joy

They got out of the car, Gerald staring at Arnold with a "you how me big time" look. The four friends entered a big, square studio that was standing awkwardly in the front of an empty parking lot. As soon as they were in, the boys started to miss the calm, quiet parking lot. The building was crowded with people running around everywhere, with clothes, cameras, props and all kind of photo materials they didn't know existed. Suddenly, Rhonda screamed with excitement making Gerald start.

"Rhonda STOP doing that!"

But the brunette wasn't listening as she was pointing something to Lila excitedly.

"It's HIM!"

Arnold tried to see who she was pointing at.

"It's who and what now?" asked Gerald

Rhonda rolled her eyes.

"Karl Lagerfeld! The one who owns Chanel!"

"Chanel the brand?" asked Gerald

"No, Chanel the TV channel!" said Rhonda in a "DUH" sort of voice.

"Oh my gosh, Rhonda it's so exciting I didn't know he would actually be there!" said Lila happily.

Arnold finally saw the man Rhonda and Lila were getting all jumpy about. He was tall, with grey hair, wearing sun glasses and a very class suit. He was screaming at everyone in another language that appeared to be French, and seemed completely furious. But Arnold was suddenly drowned from his thoughts.

"Excuse me? What are you guys doing here?"

A small, slightly chubby red haired woman was talking to them, a slight accent in her words.

"Hum we're here for the shoot." answered Lila giving her a paper as well as Rhonda.

The red headed woman seemed to relax a bit.

"Oh very good, I'm Grace. Please follow me I'll take to the make-up area."

They all followed her.

"Why is everyone so tensed up?" asked Arnold

"Oh, it's typical, she's late and it's getting on Karl's nerves. We did travel from France for her you know. Because he wanted specially her for his new ad and she lived all the way here."

"Who?"

"The model that is supposed to pose for us." answered Grace in a "its obvious tone"

At that point she seemed to really notice Arnold

"Who are you anyway? You're not here for the ad are you?"

Arnold pointed at Lila and Rhonda.

"We're accompanying them."

Grace noticed Gerald too.

"Oh! Well I don't know if you will be aloud to stay here, I mean we already have enough trouble without including a bunch of teens…"

"Don't worry." interrupted Gerald "We'll behave."

She sighted.

"Look, I personally don't mind but…"

"Grace!"

The apparently know Karl Lagerfeld was walking toward them. He started talking to Grace in French agitatedly, once in a while pointing at them.

"I don't think he's overjoyed by our presence." whispered Gerald

"Maybe we should just go." added Arnold

Lila grabbed his arm and said pleadingly:

"On, no please stay Arnold! I ever so need you with me!"

"You heard your girl football head, better be a gentleman and do what she asks you too."

With no need to turn around, Arnold recognized the voice.

"Helga?" he asked

The four friends were dumbfounded.

"What are you doing here, Pataki?" asked a stunned Gerald

"Yeah Helga!" added Rhonda

The blond, dressed with a real posh white coat a dark sun glassed rose one of her perfectly-shaped eyebrows.

"I'm the one who should be asking you this." she answered

They were interrupted by Grace and her boss.

"Helga my dear!" said that last one in English but with a remarkable accent, "where were you, we were getting worried about you!"

"Finally, there you are!" added Grace seeming a lot calmer

Helga, looking slightly embarrassed answered something to the man in perfect French.

"No way!" said Rhonda "you know what this means?"

"Yeah!" said Gerald happily "Helga is going to be great help in French class!"

Rhonda hit his head with her palm.

"No you idiot! She's the model they were all waiting for! Karl Lagerfeld traveled all the way from France to take pictures of Helga Pataki!" she said in a disgusted way

"Is that so hard to believe?" asked Karl, Helga standing next to him, who was now paying attention to them again. "So you say these four are your friends Helga?"

"Yeah, I go to school with them."

"The two girls have been selected for the ad!" added Grace

"And the young men?" he asked

"They're here for moral support!" said Lila

Karl placed his arm around Helga's shoulder in a fatherly way.

"Well" he said to Arnold and Gerald "You can stay if your Helga's friends. Anything to make her more comfortable."

Arnold noticed Helga actually looked rather uncomfortable. She was doing her best not to look at them and seemed to consider the floor as something really interesting to stare at.

"Well you girls go with grace to get prepared now, hurry up."

Arnold, Gerald and Karl were left alone.

"Since when have you known Helga?" asked the man after a short while

"Preschool sir." Arnold answered politely, "We sort of grew up with her."

"I see. And have you boys noticed anything special in her behavior since she came back?"

Arnold and Gerald exchanged a look wandering what he meant.

"No nothing." finally said the blond

The man looked at them both appearing unsatisfied with the answer but added nothing more. Few minutes later Helga joined them again with Grace. She was dressed with a light white dress, her blond hair curled elegantly and her face arranged with make up to look much older.

"Magnificent!" said Karl taking her hands in his, "I knew you were the one I needed for this ad, my dear you look fantastic! You have exactly the face to go with the jewelry, it's has if it was designed specially to adjust to your features! There are so delicate, so pure, so angelic…"

Helga interrupted him.

"Please" she said "you know I hate compliments."

The man nodded.

"Yes I know I apologize, now please, follow me this way my dear."

They both left fallowed by Gerald and Arnold.

"Have you seen the way he talks about her?" asked Gerald laughing, "angelic? Like Helga could ever look angelic!"

"You have to admit she really has something young man." interrupted Grace who the boys had forgotten about, "Karl knows his business he wouldn't have chosen her for no reason I can tell you."

"Had she already pose from him?" asked Arnold

"Once, it was an ad for products that were exclusive in Europe and didn't come out in the states."

"No wonder we never heard about it. Where are Lila and Rhonda?" he added

"They're not ready yet. We had to prepare Helga in priority."

Arnold wondered how Rhonda must have felt realizing she wasn't priority and worst Helga was. Grace left the two friends sit down in uncomfortable chairs, looking at Helga who had already started posing in front of the camera.

"That's it Helga love, it's perfect, you're perfect!" was saying the photograph next to Karl

"She's like a natural!" said Gerald after a few minutes of looking at Helga, posing as if she had howl life. "she must love doing that stuff!"

Arnold turned his gaze from Helga to look at him incredulously.

"You're kidding? She hates posing its obvious."

Gerald smirked.

"What are you talking about Arnold?"

The blond pointed at Helga franticly. Just by looking at her quickly he could see it, see that something about her smile, her gestures and everything she did, expressed her uneasiness.

"Look at her! She's hates it! Can't you see it in her eyes?"

Gerald just stared at him dumbly.

"All I can see is that you're pretty fucked up man!"

Lost in his thought, Arnold wasn't listening to him.

"I wander why she accepted to do it if she hates it so much….At least we know it's not for the money."

Gerald just shook his head sadly, thinking that this time, Arnold had really lost it.

"Hey look!" he said "here comes Rhonda and Lila"

The two friends, followed by few other girls had joined Helga and were now all posing with her. Arnold lost track of the time they spend looking at the girls smiling at the objective, sometimes all together, other times Helga alone. At one point Grace came to them pushing a tray of food, saying Helga had asked her to feed them.

"I love that girl!" said Gerald happily while grabbing a sandwich

"That's something I never thought I would here from you!" answered Arnold helping himself with a cupcake.

"To tell you the truth neither did I."

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

"Thank you Helga." Karl told her while shaking her hand

She just smiled back. Than k god it was over, she just could not have stand one minute more. On the contrary Rhonda and Lila seemed to have enjoyed themselves. They had joined Arnold and Gerald and were talking with them happily. Helga saw Lila jump in Arnold's arms, smiling, kissing his cheek. They looked so happy together.

"So it's him isn't it?" she heard Karl whisper to her

"What?" Helga turned her gaze from the happy couple to look at him.

"It's him. The boy, the one you couldn't forget."

Helga let out a small laugh.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm not blind dear Helga. If I remember correctly, back in France you were considered a goddess, you were desired by almost every young man you met..."

"Oh, please" Helga protested "you're exaggerating."

"Only a bit. The point is, you had many boyfriends that you never kept for more then a few weeks, because you never could love any of them. I figured you loved somebody back in your hometown and by the way you look at him, I'm sure it's this young man over there with his red head girlfriend."

"Since when do you know me so well?" Helga asked

Karl pretended to look offended

"Helga! You're almost like a daughter to me, and I designed so many dresses for you and you're sister, remember I'm a family friend!"

The girl smiled.

"I was joking."

"Hey Helga, we were leaving and we just wanted to say goodbye."

Arnold and the rest of the gang had walked up to her. She was about to answer when David, Karl assistant ran up to them.

"Sir, I'm so sorry I couldn't stop him…"

"What? Who?" asked Karl

But David had no need to answer as Bob Pataki had already pushed him of.

"I told you to stay away from Helga Lagerfeld!" he screamed angrily pointing his finger at him.

"Hello Bob." The man answered, "I'm glad to see you again."

"Oh shut up! Don't pretend like nothing happened, I told you to stay the hell away from her so what's you're problem?"

"I asked her to help me. You see she had the perfect physic for my new ad. Didn't she tell you?"

"No!" Bob barked "She didn't! Bet you force her didn't you?"

Helga stepped in.

"Bob, what's you're problem? I accepted posing for Karl! His an old friend."

Bob glared at her angrily.

"You stay out of this girl! I said I never wanted you modeling ever again!"

Helga rolled her eyes.

"Why do you suddenly care about what I do anyway?

He grabbed her by the arm.

"Let's go!" he turned to face Karl. "I don't want you near her anymore, get it?"

Arnold and the others silently watched both of the Pataki's walk away and just as they passed the door, Gerald said:

"It's probably just my imagination playing tricks on me again, but I get this feeling we're missing something here!"

Well? What do you think? See, I think the chapter kind of shows what happen to Helga in France. How her life became glamorous etc... Ok well you know what too do! (Review lol)