A/N: Okay, before I even start with this next chapter, I have to start by apologizing for not updating this story since September. It's really no excuse, but school was really hectic, and I really had no time to do anything at all. But this is one of the biggest reasons on why I love the summer – I can do pretty much whatever I want, haha. A lot of you have probably already forgotten this story, and once again, I'm sorry. My goal this summer, though, is to finish this up. And also, thanks to anyone who contributed ideas for what should happen next…I obviously can't use all of them, but I do appreciate it a ton.

On with the story (finally!)

"Rhonda, how could you do this?" Arnold wasn't normally one to raise his voice, but in situations like these, he felt he had a perfectly fine reason to.

"Hey, it wasn't just me," she defended herself, gesturing to Lila, who was standing right beside her, "and besides, you had it coming to you."

"…How did I have it coming to me?"

"You tried to ruin the whole thing, Arnold." Lila began to explain, "If you had just given her the note and went on from there, none of this would've happened. But you had to go and be your ever-so sweet self and try to get rid of the note."

"When I think about it, it's actually a good thing that Curly interfered," Rhonda interrupted, "I mean, sure Helga didn't get humiliated in school like we had intended, but instead, she got humiliated and heartbroken here, all in the same night. The little wretch deserved it."

At this point, Arnold had had it. He stood up from where he was sitting, and stared Rhonda straight into her eyes. "What's your problem with Helga?"

"Other than that she's a big bully and she has a major personality issue, nothing."

"But you guys don't know her like I do. I might not know why she acts the way she does, but I do know that deep down, she's a good…great…person. And she was showing me that side of her tonight, before you two came and ruined everything."

Lila's eyes widened. "Arnold…calm down. Why do you care so much?"

Hesitating for a half a minute, Arnold shifted his eyes towards the floor, searching his brain to find the right answer. Unfortunately, he couldn't find one. "I don't know. But I have to find her." With that, Arnold walked hurriedly out of the restaurant, leaving Rhonda and Lila standing there dumbstruck by his reaction.





"Stupid Football Head," Helga mumbled to herself, kicking a random rock on the sidewalk as hard as she could, "I should've known it was all too good to be true, who was I kidding?" Her thoughts were stopped short when she heard a voice from behind her calling her name.

"Helga! Helga, wait!" Arnold was running, out of breath, trying desperately to catch up with her.

Helga scoffed, and began walking even faster. "No way, Football Head. Not after what happened tonight."

"Let me just explain--"

"NO!" She shrieked, and spun around quickly. "YOU listen. I don't want to see your stupid face or have to talk to you ever again! I wish I never laid eyes on you, Arnold. I hate you." Tears were falling heavily from her eyes now, although that's not exactly what she wanted him to see. Swinging around again, the girl ran off so quickly, that in a short amount of time, it was impossible for Arnold to spot her.

Sighing, Arnold shuffled his feet on the sidewalk, taking in everything that Helga had just said. "There has to be some way to get her to trust me again…"

A/N: Ahh, finally chapter 8, haha. I'm planning on having the next chapter posted by tomorrow or Thursday, I promise. I already have a basic idea on what's going to happen, but as you know, I'm open to any suggestions and feedback. I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter.