Chapter 3:
I may only have one or two more chapters of this story left so… yeah.
Onward my good audience!
"And then I was like-" BLAH BLAH BLAH! I know it's rude to ignore the guest at her own sleepover but COME ON! We heard the story about your trip to Greece at least seven times before!
I don't even know why I was invited to this little get together. Usually she makes a big deal out of it and the fact that I'm not girly enough to be invited, although I have crashed her slumber party before and made it a million times better! This time she just handed it to me and said, "we have A LOT to work on." I can't help but have a bad feeling about her reasons of attending a Lloyd slumber party.
"Can we please change the subject princess?" I say. All I want to do is get away from everyone. , the girls are sweet and tolerable (most of them), but all I can think about right now is Angi. It's been three weeks and Cindy nor I have gotten as much as a text from her! (Yeah we have each other's phone numbers, but we like seeing people's faces when speaking.)
"UUGH!" Such a drama queen. "Fine Helga. What do YOU think we should talk about?"
"Yes Helga." The she-devil herself piped up."What so ever do you think we should converse about."
"I think-" but before I can voice my opinion, Rhonda interrupts with an over-the-top gasp.
"I think we should do makeovers!" And there's my answer. Then she turns her cynical smile in my direction. "and I think our guest of honor should be obliged to go first."
Now I'm getting a bit nervous by the way she's looking at me, but I do a pretty good job at covering it up. "Go right on ahead, Princess. I think I'll go last."
"I don't think you're catching our drift Helga." Rhonda says, slowly crawling towards me. I back away until I feel something soft but firm stop me.
"Phoebe…"
6 hours later…
All of those conniving, ungrateful, demons are finally hiding their horns in their sleeping form. My face is still throbbing in pain from them having the time of their lives. My phone buzzes underneath the silent accursed Phoebe, who fully enjoyed yanking my hair in directions.
Now who would be texting me at 3:00 in the morning?
Chocolover: R u still up?
Oh, it's Cindy. Where she's at it's probably only 12am.
Me: yeah
Chocolover: Do u think she'll forgive us?
Me: She better! This is just immature and irritating
Chocolover: I don't really blame her, we did leave out details of some things.
Me: But their OUR business! She didn't have to tell us hers if she didn't want to.
Chocolover: Maybe she's upset because she thinks we can't trust her.
Me: WHY ARE YOU SO HUING UP ABOUT THIS AT 12AM!?
Chocolover: Because….
Me:…because…
Chocolover:...
Chocolover: Can we Skype?
Me: STOP CHANGING THE SUBJECT!
Chocolover: No, it'd help you understand.
Me: No can do, deary
Chocolover: =( YOU KNOW I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE CALL ME THAT!
Me:AND YOU KNOW I LiKE MY SLEEP!
Chocolover: ugh, your so much irritating at night.
Me: But you still love the heck out of me
Chocolover: I'm beginning to doubt that
Chocolover: Look, can we Skype or not?
Me: Like I said before, no can do
Chocolover: Give me ONE good reason why we can't Skype!
Me: Because I'm at a sleepover.
I sent the text two minutes ago and still didn't get a response yet.
Me: Hello?
Chocolover: LOL! That's funny. Now tell me the real reason.
Me: HEY! I'll have you know I am at a REAL a sleepover! Unlike your 'sleepovers'
Chocolover: Those are real sleepovers!
Me: No they're not! They're stakeouts!
Chocolover: You better watch it, Pataki…
Me: Oh my apologies, the proper term is STALK OUT!
Chocolover: You're sure one to talk.
Me: and what is that suppose to mean?
Chocolover: I think you know EXACTLY what that's suppose to mean CECILE!
Me: You take that back!
Chocolover: Wait, we are getting WAY off topic. Is everyone asleep?
I look around the room to find everyone with their heads down and breathing steadily.
Me: Yeah…
Chocolover: Then use their computer.
Me: I'm pretty sure there's a password on it.
Chocolover: You don't know it?
Me: We're talking about me here. don't go blonde on me.
Chocolover: You're about 17 years too late. Sorry XD
Me: Whatever. I'll try to get in. See ya Dorktex!
Chocolover: Only HE can call me that! God, you're annoying!
Me: Love you too!
Chocolover :
"So Helga." I jump and turn around to face the end of Rhonda's Queen sized bed. Rhonda herself was looking down on me with a sneaky look like before.
"Criminey Rhonda! You can't sneak up on people like that! You're getting as bad as the ole Football Head. " I yelled in a shushed manner. ( basically I yelled while still whispering)
"Who was that Helga?" she said, completely ignoring my scold. I can feel the scowl on my face already harden at her.
"None of your business, Princess"
"Now Helga," she begins 'Is that any way to treat the person who gave you a MUCH needed makeover?"
"No," I replied, "this is how I treat the person who invited me to her house just to gang up on me for six hours!"
"Oh, come on Helga. It wasn't 'THAT bad." She replies airily.
Okay, now she's really getting on my nerves. "Not that bad! My forehead is still throbbing from the wax."
"And it wasn't easy I tell you." She continues. "Six girls just to keep you down. Two girl to keep you still" You put up quite a struggle." She looks at me straight in the eye before whispering quietly. "But it was all worth it."
What? Beauty Queen of Hillwood High and complete narcissist just said it was worth it? What is she up to now? it is 3:30 In the morning.
"What's your motive, Lloyd?" I can see the false shock come to her face as she puts her hand on her chest and gasps (told ya she did that!)
"Why Helga!" False proper voice. "Why would you think I would even dream of-"
"Cut to the chase Lloyd, I'm kind of tired." I quietly snap, looking around to make sure everyone else is still asleep.
"Fine." She says, folding her arms into her chest. "I'll tell you. Matter of fact, I'll tell you everything-"
"But.." I interrupt. I knew she was going to say there's a catch so I just sped along the process.
"But" she said irritated, "you have to tell me who you were texting.". Her smile widened as my eyes narrowed.
Let's see:
Avoid her and go to sleep without knowing why she got everyone (even not-so-dear Phoebe) to gang up on you and give you an unnecessary makeover
Or
Tell her about Cindy and know why she did all of this, especially since she hasn't spoken to you ever since you pulled that Easter prank last year. '
Both options are quite bad but right now I don't really have a choice.
"I'm waiting, Helga" she said smartly, the smile now a very smug smirk as she stood there and watched me contemplate my fate.
Bu I do have an idea.
"Alright Rhondaloid, you win." I say. She beams in excitement, obviously not catching my flow.
"Wise decision, Pataki. Follow me." She and I route ourselves around the sleeping forms on the floor and made our way down her marbles stairs towards the kitchen. She turned on the overhead lights that hung directly above the large island placed in the middle of the kitchen as we sat on the high swiveling chairs and sat down. Rhonda got back up to go to the freezer and scoured it until she found two cartons of French Vanilla ice cream. She placed them down on the island and got two spoons while Helga opened the containers. Before I could get the ice cream covered spoon in her mouth, Rhonda begins the conversation.
"So who were you texting Helga?" Her voice was curious, but also a bit…angry?
"I was texting a distant cousin. " I answered simply. Oh, you thought I was gonna spill THAT easily?
I'm hurt. I thought you knew better than that.
"Seriously Helga. I saw the text! " Rhonda said, "'You still love the heck out of me!'. That can't just be a cousin."
"Seriously, it's a cousin, and it's a girl." I said bluntly.
"Oh really?" I can hear the sarcasm in her defiant tone. "And does this cousin happen to have blonde hair, blue eyes, maybe lives in Canada and hunts moose for the family?"
"I'm telling you the truth, Rhonda. Now tell me why you did all this." Her look told me she wasn't convinced, but she let the issue drop.
"I did this to help you." I'm gonna need a little more than that.
"What would I need help in?"
She looked me right in the eyes and I can see sincerity. Not many people are sincere to me, so I know this must be important. "Do you think I don't see the way Lila treats Arnold?" FINALLY! I knew I wasn't crazy! Wait, why am I thinking this?
"Thank You! I thought the rest of the world was oblivious to that."
"Oh no! I saw it, but no one else did. So I told them I was going to invite you over to my sleepover and how we were going to ambush you to make you look better. Sure everyone was shocked that I would willingly help you-"
O f course.
"-and there were suggestions of whether or not this was some kind of bet-"
Expected form the group.
"-but I said no and most girls agreed. I had to use some lies to convince Lila in secret, like saying this was all one big prank and telling her to keep quiet or else some incriminating evidence would've been exploited, and even more effort to bring Phoebe onboard. "
I sat there and let this information sink in a little. She lied to LILA for me, and turned my best friend against me for the better good. I guess princess isn't as conceited as I thought.
"Why did you do all of this?" I hate it when my voice is quiet and soft, but I can't really raise it any higher. Her eyebrows shot up, probably in shock as to how gentle my voice can be.
"I did it for two main reasons: First of all, I realized that underneath your tough exterior, you're actually a nice, beautiful girl." Now it's my turn to be surprised. My scowl is back on and I try to be mean.
"What makes you say that, Bucko?"
"Oh Helga, calm down. It's just you and me. I was thinking about the friendships we all developed in our little mix group compared to the other cliques in the school , and I thought about your relationship with Phoebe. I wracked my brain of how and when al of that happened, and why Phoebe stayed so loyal so long. So, I went back to the preschool memories, and remembered a certain blonde standing in fornt of a very small girl whose jet black hair was in a fabulous bun." I roll my eyes at her fashion sense even back then. "Throughout all of that thinking, I then though of all of the things you did to help us that we never saw. "
She stood up and began pacing on her side of the island. "Helga, that day had awoken me so much- I was in such shock- that I didn't know what else to do. I thought, 'how could she be so mean, and still be the closest friends to one of the shyest, sweetest, and loyal girls in the entire school?' Then I thought, "if she's hiding all of this, I wonder what else she's hiding.'"
"So your first reason was because of my friend?" I'm a little confused.
"The first reason was to bring out the beauty I knew you had." Then a smug grin came to her face as she stopped pacing for a moment. "And I must say, you were hiding A LOT. " Great, now I' blushing.
"Next reason." I say, trying to calm down the fire in my face.
"The next reason was-"
"Rhonda?" We look towards the other end of the kitchen and find Mrs. Lloyd coming into the kitchen in her silk pajamas. "What are you doing here this late at night?"
"Oh mother, me and Helga here were just having a discussion." She says simply. Her mother looks at me before shrugging about . She went to the fridge before getting out a tub of ice cream for herself.
"You two should go to bed, Rhonda has things to do tomorrow morning." She says and walks back to wherever she just popped up from.
"So you were saying?" I say once the door shut behind Mrs. Lloyd. Rhonda looked saddened by her mother's sudden appearance and placed the top on her half finished ice cream carton.
"We should go up. I'll explain tomorrow." She placed hers in the fridge while throwing mine away and practically dragged herself up the stairs.
"What?! No. How come you can't stay up for a little longer? I'm sure your mother won't mind." I say, trying to convince her to tell me the second, probably more important reason as to why she did this.
"Trust me Helga. When you know my mom as long as I've known her, you don' t want to get on her bad side." And with that she leads me into the room with the rest of the girls. She lays down on her bed and falls asleep while I stay up. Unlike her, I have no plans, so I decide to get some rest before anyone wakes up.
A few hours later at breakfast…
We were all sitting around eating our omelet's, bacon and pancakes, some more than others. During my third helping, I need some more orange juice.
"Hey Rhondaloid, " I ask her. "can you get me some juice from the fridge?"
"Sure. "she says and goes to the fridge. She pick out the juice and is about to give it to me when she hesitates, "only of you tell me who you were texting last night."
Oh brother.
I know it's bad, but it was all I can think of! I like comedy, but I can't write it.
By the way, I want you all to know that each Chapter is a time skip. Chapter 1 was when they were thirteen. Chapter 2 was when they were seventeen. This one is was three weeks after that event. The next one is when they're nineteen and in their first day of college.
R + R plz!