Here's chapter two...

The rest of the day went pretty smoothly. Not one spitball hit Arnold's head, no sadistic comment, nothing. Helga did, however, talk about 'ice cream' with Pheobe.

"Can you believe the football head came up with the dare? I have half a mind to pound his head flat!"

"Well, Helga, you can think of it as a good opportunity to let your entire personality show."

"My entire personality is hidden for a reason, Pheebes."

Pheobe sighed and continued her work.

"But... it WOULD work as a good experiment to see how the hairboys and everyone else would react..." she trailed off with a smirk.

Pheobe giggled. "That's the spirit, Helga!"

Meanwhile, Arnold and Gerald glanced over to Pheobe and Helga's conversation, and started their own.

"Man, I can't believe you came up with that dare. It's genius!" Gerald grinned.

"I don't know. Then why do I feel so guilty?"

"Ahh, you'll get over it. Besides, enjoy now, feel guilty later. Because we all got a public 'no bullying' pass for a week because of you. You're like the class hero!"

"I thought I was, in a way."

"You are, for being the king of 'the golden rule' and 'the Messiah' and all that. But now, you'll be remembered in more ways than one: for being the boy who not only doing the right thing, but for silencing the 4th grade terror for a full week! This will be great!"

"You know what? This is great. Let's see if she can go a full WEEK without falling apart!" Both boys chuckled to themselves, not knowing Helga had eavesdropped them.

So, the football head doesn't think I could be nice? Time for a surprise, my football-headed love.

Shortly after the bell rang, everyone started testing Helga's patience.

"Oh look, It's Hellllggga, and her girly little pink dress!" Harold taunted, as everyone gathered.

Under any normal circumstances, she would have loved to punch his face in. But with the whole bet that 'she couldn't take it', plus her 'nice vow', she gave him a response he never expected...

"Well, Harold, we're all different in our own ways, and that makes us unique. I have my pink dress, and you have your blue hat. You shouldn't make fun of other people. Anyways, I'll see you tomorrow."

She gave him her best smile, and quickly left, leaving him to scratch his head in confusion, along with many others.

******MEANWHILE******

"Man, there are SO many ways we can get Helga back now, since she practically can't do anything!" Gerald grinned as he jumped on Arnold's red couch. "I've got so many revenge plans in my head, it's not even funny! And on top of that, she's stuck in nice mode!"

Arnold gave a small smile that the last statement, a little shocked that he didn't think Helga could acutally pull it off. But soon, a look of worry and apprehensiveness crossed his features.

"You do realize that after the bet is over, she's free to beat everyone up, right?" Arnold said, a little disappointed she would go back to her former ways.

"You worry too much. She'll probably snap before the week is over. And if possibly, by some wicked turn of fate, some miracle, that she doesn't, she forget anyway."

"She's not Harold, you know that, right?"

"I know, but her long term memory isn't that strong, either."

"You have no idea how off you are, Gerald..." Arnold muttered to himself.

"What was that, Arnold?"

Quickly shaking his head, Arnold responded with a 'no'.

"Whatever you say, man...whatever you say."

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