Okay, next chapterthank you all SOOOOO much for reviewingthere's been a lot of you and I really appreciate it^) Sorry for the wait, it's been a busy couple of months....just wanted to remind everyone that this is not an EXACT parody of the Breakfast Club, it's mostly just the plot line that I took (and a few scenes), I just wanted to let you know so you don't freak out when you read a part that's not in the movie(as you already have...)...anyway, sorry for the delay...now on to the story....

I don't own Hey Arnold! or the Breakfast Club.

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1:36.

Just moments ago, Rhonda Wellington-Lloydthe girl he was madly in love withthe girl of his dreamshad tried to save his butt. Now he was being dragged to the Principal's office (a place which he had been dragged many-a-time) by none other than Wartz himself. Wow, life has a way of shifting from good to badfast. Not that he, Curly, was particularly afraidhe was just kind ofannoyed. That was the word, annoyed. He had dealt with Wartz before (like he said, many-a-time), but he had never seen him get THIS angry, and over what? I guess I just pushed his buttons one-too-many times.' Curly thought, chuckling softly at how many times he had thought of that phrase in the last 10 seconds. Well, it can't get worse than this' Curly thoughtwishing that that were truehe had a feeling, though, that he was terribly wrong.

As soon as they got across the hall into Wartz's office, Wartz pushed him inside and shut the door.

Staring at Curly in anger, Wartz began, Now would you like to tell me why in the heck you just can't seem to behave?

Curly opened his mouth to answer in his usual smart-ass way but was cut off by Wartz answering his own question. Oh, that's right, you're just a bad kid. Wartz sighed, I have to put up with you smart-asses over and over againand for what, a measly paycheck and absolutely no respect from kids and adults alike.

I respect you sir, Curly said sarcastically, grinning.

Wartz's face suddenly twisted in hatred, YOU? WHY DO YOU HAVE TO CONSTANTLY DO THAT, IS THERE A REASON YOU CAN'T JUST SHUT YOUR MOUTH ONCE IN A WHILE!? he yelled in Curly's face. Curly stared back in shock, amazed at the principal's tone. Damn, he's totally lost it' Curly thought in astonishment.

Wartz, seeing the shocked expression on Curly's face smiled darkly, Not such a bad-ass now are you? he asked mockingly, staring into Curly's face.

Wartz crossed his arms, But that's what it is, isn't it? You're just a bad-ass on the outside. You don't want anyone to see your pathetic-excuse-for-a-person inside, do you? Wouldn't want any of those kids out there to see you for what you really area loser.

Curly looked at the ground, at a loss for words. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.and he didn't know how to react.

Wartz looked down at him and continued to smile, Well, I only have to put up with you for so longonly one and a half more years...if you're lucky. But you can bet as hell, that if I ever see you again, off of school property and living your own, meaningless life Wartz paused and Curly looked up at him, his face set hard, I'll kick your ass.

Curly's eyes narrowed, although he knew he couldn't do anythinghe knew deep down that Wartz was right

Noticing Curly's lack of speech, Wartz smiled to himself and opened the door next to his desk, the closet door. Grabbing Curly by the arm, he walked him over to the closet and pushed him in. Curly went with it, not really paying attention to anything.

Now, you'll stay in there until 3:00, you've cost me enough trouble for today, Wartz smiled one last time before slamming the door and locking it. Pleased with himself, he walked out of his office and headed down to the teachers lounge, content to spend the rest of his worthless Saturday in peace.

Inside the closet, Curly sat on one of the many boxes inside and rested his head on his arms.

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Arnold, Helga, Phoebe, Gerald, and Rhonda all sat in a circle on the second-story balcony; Gerald and Pheobe with their backs resting against the bookcase, Rhonda sitting backwards in one of the wooden reading chairs, and Arnold and Helga a few feet away from each other leaning against the balcony railing. For no apparent reason at all, they had banned together as soon as Curly was taken to Wartz office. To an observer, it may have appeared odd to see five different high school status' conversing, but to each other, these past couple of hours seemed to be more important than all of their previous high school years combined. They seemed to all have a connection, a reason to all be there.

Resting her head on Gerald's shoulder, Phoebe noncholantly peeked a glance at Helga and Arnold. She frowned at the distance between them. Looking at Helga she noticed the stern look set on her face. Don't tell me Helga's gonna hold back her emotions...' Phoebe thought as Gerald and Rhonda made small talk. She knew that Helga didn't like to express her true feelings, what with her uncaring family and hardheadedness. Phoebe snuck a glance at Arnold and sighed as she saw him sneaking glances at Helga, biting his lower lip.

What do you think Phoebe? Rhonda asked as Phoebe suddenly became aware of the conversation that she was supposed to be involved in.

Uh, pardon me? Phoebe asked.

Don't you think that the dance committee needs to be a little more creative? Rhonda asked again, apparently not noticing Pheobe's lack of paying attention.

Yeah, definetly, Phoebe replied automatically.

See Gerald, she thinks so, Rhonda smiled in triumph.

Whatever, I still think that the dances are already over-the-top, Gerald replied.

As Phoebe tuned out their conversation again she glanced back at Helga and Arnold, sighing once more.

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Geez Helga, why can't you just talk to him, he's sitting right there, not saying anything, just start up a conversation!' Helga's mind screamed. She sighed inwardly, she didn't know why she was doing this, why she couldn't just let herself openly fall in love with him. I was only kissing him an hour ago, now I suddenly can't even talk to him, that's pretty pathetic...' She kept her head turned the other way, avoiding the glances she knew he was giving her. She shifted her legs uncomfortably as she tried to look at him without him knowing she was doing it. Don't do this Helga, don't pull this, you ALWAYS DO THIS!' She knew she needed to get over her stubborness for love and give into the fact that she loved him and that he may just possibly love her. You always jump to love don't you?' she asked herself sarcastically. She tensed as she heard Arnold clear his throat, about to speak.

Arnold started but was cut off as a loud creak, followed by something falling from the ceiling right above them, made him stop. Rhonda shrieked as a wide-eyed Gerald pulled Phoebe out of the way, and Arnold protectively held a shrieking Helga who had just jumped into his lap.

As their eyes focused on what had just happened, Curly sat up and looked around with a guilty smile.

Hey guys, what's up?

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Sorry for the shortness of the chapter, but I thought this was a good place to stop and post a new chapter....I hope you all are enjoying reading this as much as I'm enjoying writing it...;^)