Short Chapter. My work schedule's not consistent, so I can't promise there will be regular updates for this story. Hope you still enjoy it.

Chapter 4: You Didn't See It

Next Afternoon

Patakis' House

Jordan had once again spent the day with Bob, helping him put together information for what they felt would make a motivational cell phone ad. Jordan couldn't do this without learning a thing or two about cell phones throughout the week however.

"Alright, after getting rid of that idiot associate Vermicelli, I got someone who I didn't have to worry about double crossing me. My new associate gave me the list of all the phones the store is said to include." Bob explained, while passing Jordan the list of inventory.

Apple iPhone XS Max

Google Pixel

Samsung Galaxy Note

Motorola Mota

Apple iPhone 8

After reviewing the list, Jordan looked at his partner and said "My brother has an iPhone. He's always taking pictures with it."

Gerald Field

The group was in their usual positions, trying to prepare for the game on Saturday. With half the team feeling a bit paranoid about their friend's intentions behind it, the outcome wasn't looking so good.

Sid stood in right field, not so concerned about Arnold. Although Wolfgang had gotten inside his head, Arnold hadn't done anything yet to give him a reason to believe there was anything to fear. The week wasn't over yet however.

"Well, well. If it isn't the wussy seventh graders!"

Sid turned to see Wolfgang standing within a few inches of him. The boy ducked for cover as he continued to watch Wolfgang grin viciously at him.

With his hands behind his back, the malicious eighth grader asked "What are you pathetic dweebs up to?"

Helga tossed her glove aside and began marching across the field to throw the rude boy's words back into his face.

"What's it look like we're doing moron? We're preparing to kick your butt on Saturday!"

An unamused look apeared on Wolfgang's face as he playfully waved his hands in defense and said "Oohhh I'm so scared! Although not quite as scared as I was when I saw something at your house yesterday."

Helga cocked her brow in suspicion as she heard the pre-teens begin to whisper behind her. "What in the heck was Wolfgang doing at your house Helga?" Stinky couldn't help but ask.

"I suppose you two could pass for a couple. You do both tend to possess the same aggressive behavior." Rhonda sneered, not knowing what other reason he could have for being there.

Helga immediately began to grit her teeth at the accusation, while Arnold stood on the field puzzled. Helga hadn't spoken a word on their enemy's vitis to her house to him.

"What are they talking about Helga?"

Helga was preparing to head back towards the catcher's plate, and act as though Wolfgang didn't exist until she heard "Would you like me to show him?"

The once again suspicious girl turned back around to face her opponent. Helga cocked her brow with her hands on her hips as she scoffed at Wolfgang "What the heck are you talking about?"

Flashback

The annoyed teen welcomed himself inside the Patakis to see his older brother helping Bob with the new ad. Wolfgang decided as long as he was stuck there, he might as well take a look around.

The nosey teen walked into what turned out to be Helga's room. After seeing her picture on her dresser, a tempting thought came to his mind. Now he knew where he was. All he had to do was use it to his advantage.

The boy began snooping around the room until he found something he felt would be of use to him. Useful in terms of humiliating one of his rivals.

End of Flashback

Helga looked to see the nosey teen showing her pictures he had taken on his iPhone. Pictures of a watermelon and banana figure hidden behind a curtain in her closet.

The blonde girl's eyes widened as far as they could. As she stood frozen, Wolfgang began to laugh hysterically.

While Helga could feel the sweat forming on her face, the gang listened to Wolfgang say "See you tomorrow losers. Eat lots of fruit for the game."

As Helga watched the cruel teen laugh down the street at his own joke, Arnold approached her and asked "What was he showing you?"

Arnold already knew how obsessed she was with him. Helga had come clean about all her secrets and obsessive behavior. That didn't mean she was willing to say it all in front of the entire class however.

The nervous girl quickly whipped her head towards her beloved as she asked "Showing? Me? Nothing. Don't be ridiculous! I have to go."

The gang then watched Helga scurry off the field, unsure of what to think in this situation. Arnold knew how hard it was getting her to open up when she wasn't ready.

Phoebe on the other hand, could not only tell when something was wrong, but was willing to talk it out of her.

The Pier

Although she wasn't quick enough to catch up with her, Phoebe knew her friend well enough to know where she went when she needed time to think about something.

The small Asian girl arrived at the docks to see her friend sitting on the edge of the pier. There Helga was staring at her reflection in the water, wondering what humiliating moment awaited her with those pictures.

As she sat pondering this, she saw a reflection appear beside her own in the water.

"Hello Helga."

After letting out a deep sigh, the blonde girl watched her friend take a seat and said "Hey Pheebs. What's up?"

"You left practice in a bit of a hurry. I sensed something was wrong?"

Helga didn't see what good it would do to keep up the charade; at least not around Phoebe. What she loved most about Phoebe was being able to talk to her about anything without having to fear being judged.

"Well, freakazoid apparently did mean something when he said he was taking a look around yesterday."

Phoebe's eyes widened, knowing nothing good was about to be said. "Oh my! What happened?"

"Well, the big doofus apparently used his free time before we made it there to invade my privacy. His cheap self took pictures of the inside of my closet! I ought to wring his neck!"

Phoebe watched her friend angrily grip the dock, imagining she actually had her hands on the invader of her privacy.

On the one hand, everyone knew she and Arnold were together. On the other, very few knew about the severity of her obsession for him. What would it lead to if those pictures were to fall into the wrong hands?

The caring girl placed a hand on her friend's shoulder and said "Rest assured Helga, I'm here for you."

"Thanks Pheebs. This doesn't look good."

The Boarding House

After practice, Arnold walked in past the pets to see Phil eating a sandwich in the kitchen.

"Hey grandpa."

Phil set aside his food when he saw his grandson enter and said "Hey there shortman! How'd practice go?"

Arnold took a seat at the table, thinking of how to answer that. After Helga left, the group didn't see much of a point in continuing.

"Uhh okay I guess. Something kind of strange happened with Helga."

"Everything that girl does is strange isn't it? She's a regular Pookie!" Phil exclaimed.

After rolling his eyes at the comparison, Arnold went on to explain. "Well, Wolfgang showed up with what looked like some pictures on his iPhone…"

"What the heck's an iPhone?" Phil asked, trying to keep up with the story.

"It's just a new type of cell phone. You can take pictures, go online, and do other cool things with it."

"Ho boy! Back when I was your age, all anyone needed to be happy was a set of jacks and a friend to play it with." Phil laughed, thinking about how much had changed since he was a kid.

"Whatever you say grandpa."

Once the old man was through chuckling at himself, he looked at the bored facial expression his grandson was wearing and said "Well go on shortman. What did those pretty pictures look like?" he winked.

Arnold began to rub his neck, knowing his grandpa would tease him. "Actually, I didn't get to see them."

"What? If I was you I'd hurry up and call her before it turns out to be some other guy in the pictures with her."

The tied boy sighed at the assumption and replied "Grandpa. I don't think there was a guy in the picture with her."

"How the heck would you know? You didn't see it did you?"

After discussing the matter with Phil, Arnold headed upstairs. Part of him wanted to call Helga. An even bigger part of him knew how long it took her to come around when it came to personal matters. Perhaps he should save it for the next day.