Chapter#17: Curly's girl.
Arnold quickly finished his breakfast and grabbed his backpack to catch the bus to school.
"Bye mom, bye dad, bye grandma, by grandpa!." He called out and left.
Miles looked at his son leave and then turned to his wife to help her with the dishes.
"We should tell him today."
Stella sighed sadly and agreed.
He looked at them sitting together in the cafeteria, Rhonda pretending to laugh at his jokes and letting him feed her with his hand.
Sid didn't know why, but he had this weird feeling in his stomach… and he was sure the cafeteria food wasn't causing it this time.
"So Curly fin'lly got his girl." Stinky said as he and the boy sat at their table.
"Guess that's one way to get a girl who wouldn't give you the light of day." Joey joked.
"I just hope he doesn't inspire more sad boys to do the same." Harold sipped on his juice.
"I mean look at them! Eating from each other's hands? That can't be hygienic!." Sid blurted.
"Sid! This better not be your stupid OCD acting up again. 'Cuz if it is…" Harold warned.
"You're not jealous are you? Sid?." Arnold asked.
"Jealous! About who? What? why!." Sid knew what he was aiming at and prepared an amo of excuses to back him up.
"I dunno… we thought you had a little thing for Rhonda." Arnold shrugged.
"Now why would I have a thing for Rhonda?."
"Ok." Arnold and the boys believed him right away and went back to eating and chatting.
Sid was a little surprised at how fast he was able to convince them, but was thankful. If Curly found out the truth God knows what he'd do.
Why did Rhonda have to be every boy's dream girl?...
Another school day was over and everyone was getting on the bus to go back home. Gerald almost got on the bus when a blur of blonde caught his eye and he saw Wolfgang coming out of school; his blood started to boil.
Wolfgang noticed him but simply looked away uninterested in the glare Gerald was shooting at him.
"Hey get moving tall hair boy! You're blocking the door." Helga shouted and Gerald apologized and quickly went over to sit next to Arnold, avoiding the apologetic look Phoebe was giving him.
He hasn't spoken to her since the dance a week ago, not that he was mad at her or anything… he just felt kind of embarrassed, he wasn't sure what about.