Unexpected crushes.- Helga x Lorenzo

Requested by awesome1

"Guys..." An ebony skinned colored boy stood up from his chair, getting those sitting in his table to look up at him and listen. "...Call me crazy but I think I like her like her."

All the boys kept a blank stare at Lorenzo. One brow rose from each of the boys. "Who you talking about, Lorenzo? If it's Miss Lila, then you have to go to the line of adoring boy fan she has. Not to mention you have to compete with Arnold." Stinky said in a matter-of-factly, placing a spoonful of lemon pudding in his mouth.

Arnold shot a piercing look at Stinky as he took a small bite on his sandwich. "Who are you talking about, Lorenzo?" Hopefully, it's not Lila...

Lorenzo eyes looked from left to right, and with a small whisper, she said her name.

All the boys nearly choked on their food as they screamed her name in unison with disbelief. "Helga G Pataki?!"

The whole cafeteria's noise came into a halt, all eyes were on them. Even Helga's attention was now on them, her fist clenching just in case someone wanted Miss Betsy and the Five Avenger's visit.

Storming up to the boys' table, she slammed her hands on the table, looking at Lorenzo straight in the eye. Oh how her gaze could pierce through his existence.

"What's all this about, geek-baits?!" She snarled. "You better not be talking about me or else Miss Betsy and the Five Avengers will just make a visit."

All of the boys nodded since they all know who Miss Betsy was with her Five Avengers. They recommend you don't plan a meeting with her. Ever.

"Well, Helga..." Arnold said slowly, looking at Lorenzo and back at her. "Lorenzo likes you. Not just a friend, but he likes you likes you."

She snorted, stifling in a fake laughter. "That has to be the lamest joke I have ever heard! I don't think you weren't even trying, football-head."

"Oh he's not joking, Helga-babe." Gerald joined in with a mischievous smirk. "Lorenzo likes you, no looves you."

Cracking her fist, her forehead creased. "Oh that was so funny, Geraldo. Bet you can join your best friend in hanging out with Miss Betsy hm-"

"No, Helga, they weren't joking. I do love you." His confession was so straight-forward, it made her off-guard.

Her gaze slowly trailed up to the boy as she folded her arms under her chest. "And why would you like someone like me, Lorenzo? Last time I checked, you were hardly a kid."

"But things have changed, Helga! I'm a proper kid now.." Feeling the pressure of the peers that were staring at him, a chuckle slipped his lips. "You're daring, Helga. Confident, Bold and Fearless. Any boy would want you." But that last line was false.

"Look, Lorenzo. There's no way for me to accept your feelings. Move on with your life. There's plenty of fish in the sea, and reeling in a shark like me isn't a good idea."

Now, she was making her way out of the cafeteria. She might as well leave with style since she did make a scene.

"But Helga! I've read your poems! They were beautiful-"

"No can do, mister."

"I can buy you anything! Those high-class boots that's popular with girls, I can get you that if you want!"

"Nuh uh. Go ask somebody else." Now, if she was a person like Rhonda, she would've probably said yes. Thank heavens she's not.

"Can you at least tell me why you're dumping me, Helga?"

She was half-way of opening the door, as she gracefully turned around with half a sadistic-smile. "Because I'm Helga G Pataki. And I don't do sappy romance things. Is that explanation good enough, Lorenzo?"

And with that, she left the dining hall, hearing a few murmurs that made her smirk.

"Oh Arnold I must've looked pathetic..." Lorenzo sighed, sinking back to his chair. Arnold placed an apologetic hand on his shoulder. "No, you were just expressing your feelings, Lorenzo. That's part of growing up. But I'm surprised. Why would you like a girl like Helga? She's horrible to everyone except for Phoebe."

"Her poems, Arnold! Haven't you read them? They're a beautiful, no, a masterpiece!" The blonde's eyebrow rose. Helga wrote poems? That's weird. "I haven't, Lorenzo. In fact, none of us has. I don't think she ever shows anyone them. How did you manage to read them?"

"Mister Simmons show them to me as examples. It's high-class literature-Now that you mention it, what's the G in her name?"

"I think it's Geraldine... Somewhere around there..."

"Geraldine?" Lorenzo repeated with a love-filled sigh. "That's beautiful. It fits her... Lady Geraldine.."

Arnold could do nothing but face-palm. It was as if his rejection never happened. Hopefully, he won't be that obsessed with Helga. They wouldn't want a Curly #2 to be running around, spreading his love for Helga every single minute of the day.

Yea I don't think I grasped Lorenzo's character properly. Oh well, it was worth a try.

Anyway, feel free to suggest your OTP, noTP, broTP, ship, etc. I'll gladly do a drabble about them.