Hey guys! True to my word, school is over, summer is here and now I'll be able to update more frequently than before. You know, before I start my gymnastics meeting/practice in August, so I hope to get a few more chapters in. There are going to be some time jumps to move things along, so, be aware of that.

Disclaimer: Please. If I owned this, it wouldn't be called Fan fiction, would it?

Helga's POV

It's been four months since the football head and I have spoken. He started calling and texting me a lot for the first few weeks -driving me insane- but I've been ignoring him. I mean, what is he gonna say? 'Hey, Helga, I'm sorry that I ignored your feelings for four years and I've been ignoring you, but can we start over?' Criminy, like that's ever gonna happen. I deleted every single message I got from him.

In Cece news, I published my newest song, "White Horse" based on the football head a couple months ago, and it hit number 13 on Hot 100. It's already Gold on RIAA certification chart, too, and still climbing.

As for Arnoldo? He's finally left me alone, but knowing him he's probably got some plan to apologize, him being a persistent goody two-shoes. I can't say the same for Cody though...

The dismissal bell echoed loudly throughout the halls as students flooded in on a Friday afternoon, ready to began their weekend. The 8th graders were especially excited to go to Rhonda's party were Cecelia NightGale was bound to make another appearance.

Helga stepped out of her last period History class exhausted, stifling a yawn before heading to her locker. With the recent success of her song, Olga had arranged several press conferences and public appearances that Cece attended fairly late at night, which meant Helga had less time to complete her homework and in turn, less rest. As she turned the corner dazed, she fell to the floor, rubbing her bruised back. With no energy to argue or yell, she half hardheartedly accepted the offering hand that pulled her up.

"Sorry about that, Helga." As if his hand burned, Helga swiped her hand away before responding with, "Arnoldo."

Arnold looked around the crowded hallway, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "So..."

"Soo..." Helga continued, arms crossed and staring aimlessly at the ceiling.

Arnold gulped, and Helga could tell he was uncomfortable with the situation. As she started to leave, she said, "Well, I would say it's been nice to see you again, but-"

"WAIT!" Arnold called. Helga turned around, only a few feet from her locker. "What?"

"Look I've been trying to talk to you for a few weeks now and you've completely ignored me but I wanted to ask if you wanted to go to Rhonda's party with me but if you don't that's completely fine." He said in one breath, his breathing a bit shallow.

To go or not to go, Helga thought. Rhonda paid even more money than last time to have me-er, Cece there. So my options are to say no or two time him again. But it might be justified this time...still, I cant do that to him.

"Last time I checked football head, we aren't even friends." Arnold felt a slight pang in his heart. She's right.

"I know, but-"

"So why would I want to go with you? Besides, I have other, more important things to do." She mentally nodded at her answer, then walked to her locker.

"But I don't want to ask you as a friend," Arnold said, watching her put in her combination. "I want to ask you as...as a date. If you'd let me, of course." He looked down to his worn converse.

A date? "Hmm..." Helga said aloud as she opened up her locker. "I don't know. I really am busy tonight."

Arnold nodded, feeling deflated. "If you say so. I'll see you around." He walked away.

Helga looked to his retreating form and for a moment, felt a bit guilty for her actions. As quickly as it came, it left.

I don't need him. Just an annoying little football head. She grabbed her backpack and took out some books, slamming the metal door.

But deep down, she knew she was wrong.

As she walked down the now nearly secluded hallways with a few students chatting here and there, she realized how...alone she was. With the endless meetings and appointments that had occupied her mind now completed, she felt empty. Pheobe and Gerald were too lovely-dovey to even talk sometimes (not that she had any time to, with all her commitments and such) and Arnold...she would rather not talk about him. Her heartbreak and sadness had long faded, leaving anger and a pinch of pettiness.

Still, it was wrong for her to shatter his wish for a date, knowing that he was truly trying to make amends with her. As she pushed open the double doors, Helga felt the mid-January wind slap her face. If she wasn't awake before, that certainly did the trick. She sat down on a bench that was partially covered with snow, shivering slightly.

Why the heck is Rhonda having a party anyway? It's too late for Christmas or New Years, and way too early for Valentine's day. Criminy! Doesn't this girl know her dates?

"Need a sweater?"

She turned to the direction of the voice, and not surprised, there Cody was, his artificial smile plastered on.

"Are you fucking stalking me or something?"

He smiled, taking a seat on a small section of vacant bench. "No, I'm just around at the most convenient times."

"More like inconvenient." Helga muttered. "Can't you just hop in your limo or something? Or walk home?"

"I live at least a mile from this school, Helga. I can't just walk home. And my limo's running late." Because I told him to or he'd get fired, he thought deviously. "What about you?"

"My sister had an appointment earlier that took longer than she thought it would, not that it's any of your business, bucko."

"Oh."

The two sat in silence until Cody brought up Rhonda's party.

"What is she even celebrating this time around?" Helga asked.

Cody shrugged, "Who knows? It's Rhonda. It could be about her new Prada handbag or whatever the fuck."

Helga chuckled at the profanity. "Who knew the rich boy could curse?"

"I always could but never chose to." Olga's car pulled up shortly afterwords.

"Well, paste for brains, this talk was tolerable. But don't think we're friends or anything, alright?"

"It's cool." He said is the car pulled away. Pulling out his phone he quickly sent another text.

'Get here sooner.'

Ten rather short minutes later, Cody was relaxing on a memory foam padded limo.

"So? Are you two friends or what?" Cynthia asked, sipping on a martini. Cody opened up his Sprite and took a sip, shrugging. "Sort of."

Cynthia took a swing of her drink, rolling her eyes. "Whatever. So the rich princess is having a party today, huh? What was her name?" She waved her hand in an attempt at recollection. Wanda, Blonda-"

"Rhonda-" Cody interrupted.

"Who cares? She paid a load of money to Cecelia to perform at her little party and that's all that matters. So anyway, after her final song, corner her, tell everyone she's a fake and then reveal her identity somehow. Meanwhile, I'll be in disguise with the press and they'll record everything. She'll never live it down."

"Then what else?" Cody asked before finishing his drink.

"Nothing. We roll in the dough." She gulped down the last of her alcohol down her throat just before they pulled up at Cody's quote-unquote 'mansion'. As Cody exited the car he heard, "-Don't be late!" from Cynthia and slammed the door.

"Will this plan work, my sweet?" Francis called out as he drove.

Cynthia chuckled, pouring more alcohol into her glass. "As long as the little brat doesn't screw up it should. Then that little girl will pay for upstaging my Sophia."

"Smooth." Francis said, and continued to drive her home. It was going to be a long night for everyone involved...

Here we go! This was a filler chapter of sorts, and the real drama begins soon! (By the way, Helga rejected Arnold for a reason to be explained later. It was harsh, but it did happen for a reason.) You many need to look back at the old chapters to know who some of these people are, but either way... REVIEW! :D