My Complete 180°

A Sick Day

The day heatens up between Helga and (someone that looks like Arnold but has a bad personality).

9:51
We have been talking throughout the whole day...
This is the longest time I've ever had a conversation with a boy. That, and the shrines I secretly make.
But that doesn't count.

"I went out with this girl and she was pissed when I told her I liked someone else." he laughed.

Helga looked at him like "are you serious".

"your not supposed to say things like that when your going out with them, DOI" she pointed out, "commitment is a no for you."

He gazed at her.

"Oh really, Pataki." he leaned closer as they were walking in the hall towards the cafeteria.
Helga kept her personal space personal as she nudged him playfully.

"What about you?" he looked at her and smiled.

"What about me!" she clammed her arms together, holding her chest.

"Commitment issues? I shouldn't be asking, you look like you haven't dated, kiss, or had sex." he looked back and shrugged.

WHAT!!!!

"SO YOUR SAYING IM A VIRGIN!" she backfired, a little embarrassed cause she was an absolute virgin. 100℅.

"You look like one..." he smirked evilly.

"Tell ME, smart-ass, what does a virgin look like?" she leaned forward with a defensive aura around her.

The boy's lips curved in together while his eyebrows caved in trying to find a comeback.

"Oh! What happened, did the shit you had in your mouth found the right way to your ass?" she sarcastically proclaimed.

"Uh. I-iii" he studdered looking for an answer. Startled at the trash talkative girl.

"Shut up and get your food!" as she pointed at the lunch line ahead of them.

She hurried along to the bathroom.

Why oh why , did you enter my life. That conceited jerk, managed to wiggle your way inside my heart. Unfortunately, my affections will forever and will always be with ARNOLD! I must keep my nicknames and common phrases that I use for my beloved , to Arnold only. But...

She opens the door to reveal a girl with fiery red hair and she seemed to be jamming red gloss on her lips heavily. She wore a dark green crop shirt with jeggings that hugged her theighs perfectly. She resembled Lila in a funny way.

Helga glimpsed at her for a few seconds and walked causally towards the sink mirror.
Her all the way to the right and Helga at the edge of the left.
Both girls gazing into the mirror; Helga readjusting her hair that was shrivled in fuzzy blonde curls. She cuffed her hands with water and ran her fingers through her hair. Her brown ends were twirling around her fingers making a nice twist. She left her hair down. She notice she looked very sickly. Like on the tip of catching a cold. She ignored her apperance.

"Hilda, what are you wearing," the red headed girl spoke harshly but never taking her eyes off herself in he mirror. Still putting shades of makeup on to her face.

"Excuse me.."Helga spoke high pitched sound. "At least tell me your name before you get your feelings hurt." she turned towards her, arms crossed as well.

The red-headed girl jerked her head back in shock, she looked her up and down and all around. Until she giggled carelessly, not acknowledging that Helga was at the brink of slapping her so hard that she was gonna leave her a purple eye shadow with her fists.