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8:46. No one had uttered a word for 44 minutes. The only sounds were Phoebe's brisk page turning and the constant click, click, click of Rhonda's nicely-manicured nails tapping the table.

Finally Rhonda couldn't stand it, I can't believe they make us stay in here so long, a person could go insane! She put her head in her hands and whined.

Look, you're not the only one who doesn't want to be here. None of us do, so stop your bitchin', Gerald said angerly.

Well, unlike you, some of us just aren't made for detention, like the rest, Rhonda stuck up her nose.

Finally, Helga spoke up, What'd you do to get in here anyway, Princess ? Helga asked miserably.

I don't think that's any of your bussiness! Rhonda stuck up her nose again.

Well, you're here among us and your fuming about it, so I figure it is, Helga said, eyes narrowed.

Why are you here? Rhonda shot back, Although I expect you're here a lot, she muttered loud enough for Helga to here.

As a matter of fact, I'm usually not here, Helga said as her eyes narrowed even more.

C'mon girls, lets just stop this before- Arnold started but was ignored.

Well if you must know, I'm here because I chose to participate in another activity during school hours, Rhonda said matter-of-factly.

Which was...? Helga asked, smiling smugly.

Because of shopping, Rhonda said almost too quietly.

Well that figures, Gerald said grinning, Shopping? That's pathetic.

Well what did you do to get in here Gerald? Rhonda shot back, I'd think a star athlete would know better!

Just shut it, will you Rhonda? You're yelling is gonna get us busted! Gerald said, not meeting her eye.

You just don't wanna tell me, it's probably something stupid and embarrissing, huh? Rhonda said, smirking once more.

Tell us, Helga replied from the back row, I couldn't be as moronic as shopping!

Gerald was about to reply but stopped short as Curly ran to one side of the library and started to throw the books out everywhere. Phoebe ducked just in time as a book went sailing past her head. Gerald caught it and scowled.

Hey, watch it weirdo! Gerald called out to Curly, Be careful with those!

What is he doing? Arnold asked to Gerald quietly.

I don't know, he's got major issues though... Gerald whispered back to Arnold.

Let him tear apart the library if he wants, it's a free country, and it'll make me feel better about myself and this damn detention, Rhonda said, eyeing Curly.

You would choose the revengeous route, wouldn't you? Gerald replied to Rhonda, rolling his eyes. Curly continued to run around throwing books, but was soon ignored by all.

Phoebe looked back down at her textbook and flipped through the pages.

What are you doing? Gerald asked curiously, ignoring the books that were flying across the room.

Phoebe looked up at him as if she couldn't believe someone of his status would even consider a conversation with someone from hers.

I'm just trying to finish these equations from my chemistry textbook, Phoebe said in her quiet voice.

Wow, the teachers must load you down with homework, I don't start my homework until Sunday night, Gerald said grinning, and turning in his chair to fully face her. Arnold looked at the back of Gerald's head and grinned. He knew when his good buddy was interested in someone. Arnold didn't notice Helga look up and stare at him, a smile across her face. Rhonda was still watching Curly.

Actually, it's not homework. I just don't want to get behind, I do this work for myself, Phoebe said meekly.

Gerald looked at her, eyebrows raised, You mean...you do all this work just for the hell of it? You must be smart.

Yeah, they're called brains, some of us actually have them, Helga said sarcastically from the back row.

Gerald turned to look at her and rolled his eyes, Phoebe frowned at Helga, and Arnold stifled a laugh. Arnold looked back at Helga and smiled, Helga, suprised, smiled back, not believeing he actually found her funny.

Gerald then turned back around to Phoebe and smiled again, Yeah, she's probably right, I never was good at burnin' the books.

Your into sports, aren't you? Phoebe said, her voice becoming stronger.

Yup, have you come to any of our basketball games this season? Gerald asked as Arnold glanced back at Helga, curious about her.

No, not really, Phoebe admitted, giggling nervously.

You should come sometime, I could wave to you from the court, Gerald said, grinning smoothly.

Phoebe smiled, I'd like that- but was cut off as a book went sailing past her head. Once more, Gerald caught it.

Phoebe replied, smiling.

No prob, Gerald smiled smoothly.

What is going on here!? Principal Wartz yelled, running into the room. Curly stopped throwing books and looked back.

Mr. Gambelthort, what could you POSSIBLY think your doing? Wartz said, stopping in front of Curly, arms crossed.

Just expressing my right as an American, Curly said sarcastically.

Need I remind you that throwing, or otherwise known as abusing the school's library books are considered a major infraction of the rules, Wartz droned on.

I'll be more careful next time, Curly replied bitterly, and climbed down from the bookshelf.

Don't think you've got me fooled Mr. Gambelthort. You're in here too much as it is. Now take your seat and be quiet, Wartz said, pointing to the seats where the rest of the students where staying silent.

Curly gave him a and then continued back to his seat, where he sat hunched low, and arms crossed.

I shouldn't have to remind the rest of you students to settle down. If he gets out of his seat and causes mayheim again, I want someone to tell me, Wartz said.

But sir, how are we supposed to tell you if we can't get out of our seats? Helga asked sarcastically.

Don't you start missy, Wartz said sternly, pointing a finger at her. He turned his back and Helga flipped him off.

Now, sit still, you still have a good while to stay here. No more monkey bussiness, and you Mr. Gambelthort, stay in your seat! With that, Wartz walked out the door. All eyes turned to Curly, who sunk lower in his seat.

It was 9:30...

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That's it for this chapter, please tell me whatcha think... ;^)