Chapter 3 now...
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Later that day...
Arnold lay on his bed, his mind spiraling with thoughts of none other than Helga G. Pataki.
Why did I come up with that bet? I mean, I wanted her to be nice, to actually see her be nice to everyone. I was sick of her teasing me so I guess I wanted to see a different side of her for a change. And It's working pretty well. At this rate, she'll know why I did this.
THE NEXT DAY...
"It's girly girl Helga!" Harold taunted as she walked past.
"Harold, didn't we have this conversation yesterday? I don't think you should tease others." Helga said, waving her hand to dismiss him as she went to her locker.
Harold scratched his head in confusion.
Pheobe looked at her, impressed. I always knew she could do it, she thought with a smile.
"Uh, Helga?" Arnold asked, going to Helga's locker.
"Hey football head. So, what's the big secret that you're gonna tell?" she said, a smile-smirk on her face.
"What do you mean, Helga?"
"Are you forgetting? The winner has to reveal a secret of theirs." she pulled a few books from her locker.
"But the bet's not over."
"It might as well be. I've got to go. See ya in the funny papers."
I wasn't mean to him. I actually managed to have a decent conversation with him. Oh man, Arnold, you better have a juicy secret to tell, cause I'm NOT blowing this up, Helga smirked, walking to class.
Helga was actually nice? To me? Of course she had to, for the sake of the bet. But still... Arnold thought, walking into class.
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think she can actually pull this off! I mean, she's nowhere near sugar sweet, but she hasn't snapped yet either!" Gerald said as Helga walked into the classroom and sat down for the final class of the day.
Arnold looked over to her in annoyance, disappointment, and sadness.
"I thought the bet was to be nice!"
"Man, she IS being nice...for Helga, anyways. At this this rate, I think the only one revealing any secrets will be you, my friend." he said, nudging his friend.
Arnold gulped.
"Come to think of it, I don't believe I know any of your embarrassing secrets."
"Ha ha, what do you mean? You know plenty of embarrassing stuff about me," Arnold responded nervously.
"Like what?"
"Uh...there's...no. But..." Arnold trailed off, unable to answer.
"Exactly my point."
"Well, there's nothing I know about you!" Arnold hurriedly said, trying to change the subject.
Gerald looked back, offended. "You know the bicycle secret-"
"Everyone does."
"Because of Harold. And how Jamie O. treats me like a maid, not to mention how I have to play dress up with Timberly. If that isn't embarrassing, I don't know what the meaning of the word is. So when are you gonna tell me YOUR secrets?"
The bell rang, signaling the end of class. Arnold was the first one out. Gerald, though, caught up to him.
"What's wrong with you man? Why are you so afraid to tell me one of your secrets? Don't you trust me? "
"I do trust you, Gerald... It's just...This is really important to me. You can't tell anyone."
"Arnold, when have I EVER told one of your secrets?"
"Good point... I'll tell you. My most embarrassing secret is...that..."
It's short, I know. The next chapter will be up soon enough, hopefully. Review please!