A/N: (: This is one of the many great things about not having any homework, haha. So yeah, I have free time on my hands to write this chapter up. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, and I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

Arnold couldn't believe what he was getting himself into. He was at Chez Paris, waiting for someone. But to him, this someone wasn't just anyone, it was Helga. He had been more than surprised when she had told him how she was happy about the note, for he had expected to be in a hospital bed at this time. However, he wasn't, and in a way, he was kind of relieved.

While looking down at his hands, which at the moment were very interesting to him, he felt the presence of someone. Looking up, he did everything he could to keep himself from letting out a gasp. It didn't work out very well. "H-Helga?" 'No way…this can't be her.'

The girl in front of him, golden ringlets cascading down her back, make-up applied subtly, and at the same time beautifully, on her face, and a knee-length pink dress with white, strappy shoes, smiled shyly. "H-hi, Football…er…Arnold." She laughed nervously. "Sorry, bad habit."

'She's apologizing for calling, or almost calling me football head? Is this honestly Helga?' "Ha, it's fine." Arnold smiled, rose up from his seat, and pulled out her chair for her, being the gentleman that he is.

'This has got to be a dream…' "Thanks." She took her seat, and Arnold noticed something instantly.

"Helga…are you okay? You seem…kind of tense."

"Tense? Me? Psh, you gotta be kidding, you…" 'STOP IT!' "…you…you're…so funny." Laughing nervously once again, she began to get worried. 'I sound like such a nutcase. If I keep acting like this, he might change his mind.'

"Well, uh…thanks." Smiling at her, Arnold began to think that this date wouldn't turn out so bad. "So, how's sophomore year turning out for you? You haven't really been in any of my classes, except gym."

"Ha, I remember last year you had to put up with me in every single class."

'Okay, let's get this straight. I'm supposed to be acting like I love her...think romantic. It's not that hard. I mean, come on, you did write that note.' "Yeah, I miss feeling spitballs hit the back of my head for a full 85 minutes. In fact, I just miss seeing you all the time in general." 'Ugh, that was the lamest thing I think I've ever heard.'

But those thoughts changed when he saw Helga's expression instantly go from tense, to a mix of shock and happiness, and…maybe even…love? "Y-you do?"

"Well, yeah…of course I do." 'That's not really a lie. My classes feel so…empty without her. Even if the spitballs did drive me crazy.'

"Thanks…I-I miss seeing you all the time, too." 'Okay, now I'm really convinced this is a dream. I just don't want to wake up from it.' "Hey Arnold, remember that time in history when I tried aiming a spitball at you but it ended up hitting Mrs. Clark instead?"

After remembering that moment, Arnold began bursting out into laughter, along with Helga. "Yeah, 3 days of detention. How did you even manage that?"

"Hmph, it wasn't my fault her big head was in the way. That lady blocked the chalkboard, for cryin' out loud!"

Both laughing uncontrollably, Arnold realized that this date was far from bad…he was enjoying every second of it.

Meanwhile at Rhonda's house, two furious and flustered teens paced back and forth in a big room. "How could Curly do that? He's ruining everything! She was supposed to get humiliated today, right there in school. Not tomorrow, not even tonight!" Rhonda shouted, after finding out, from Lila, what Curly had done.

"WAIT!" Lila gasped. "Remember in fifth grade when I told you that Helga was head over heels for Arnold?"

Mouth opening wide in shock, the brunette smiled deviously. "Oh my gosh, yes! So, if she's in love with Arnold, and she thinks he feels the same, and they're at Chez Paris right now…that means…all we have to do is go there, and tell her straight up. Arnold can't, and won't change it around."

Back at Chez Paris, the two were talking about everything imaginable…except one thing, that Arnold needed to clear up right away. "So, Helga…I have to ask…you were being honest when you told me you were happy about…you know?"

"Y-yeah, I am. Arnold, I know we were never on the best terms, but…you see, ever since we met…"

"…preschool. And I shared my umbrella with you. And I remember I liked your bow." He smiled at the memory.

'H-he remembers? I think I'm going to die…' "Yeah, I remember it perfectly clear." She smiled back, and began getting more and more nervous, since she was reaching closer to confessing. "Ever since then…I-I…"

"You what? You can tell me."

"I'…I've been madly in love with you."

Completely in shock, Arnold was at a loss for words. 'She…she loves me? This can't be. If she finds out the truth…then…'

"Arnold! Helga! What and ever-so pleasant surprise!" A chirpy voice came from behind him.

"Arnold and Helga?" Rhonda sneered. "Arnold, you've gone too far. This wasn't part of the dare, doll."

Arnold cringed, and Helga's eyes widened, in confusion, hurt, and absolute shock. "Dare?"

"You mean you didn't know? Oh, of course you didn't. Since you weren't at the party last night, as usual."

"A-Arnold…what is she talking about?"

"Oh no, I knew this would all go wrong…' "Nothing…she's…nothing."

"You liar. You know exactly that it's something. Just tell her…go on. I'll let you do the honors." Rhonda smiled.

'I have to…they'll end up telling her if I don't. But still…she just told me that…' Arnold sighed, and looked at Helga. "Look, Helga…at the party last night…I was…dared to write that love note to you. I wasn't going to give it to you, but..Curly managed to get it and told me that I had to…keep pretending I loved you. The truth is…I…it…it's not the truth…"

The tears in her eyes were impossible to hold back, and they instantly began streaming down her face. "You stupid football head! I-I-I wish I never laid eyes on you. I-I hate you!" With that, she threw her napkin down, and shoved her drink towards him, causing it to spill. She ran out of the restaurant, not giving anyone the pleasure of seeing her cry anymore.

"Helga! Helga wait!" 'What have I done…?'

A/N: So, she finally found out, and she's a wreck. But what's Arnold going to do about it? It'll be revealed very soon. (: However, I am once again in need of a few ideas regarding how he'll handle this situation, and what will happen from there. I don't need a full description…just a few brief ideas to get my mind going. I hope you all enjoyed this.