Only you ~ Hey Arnold!

Chapter 3

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Four days earlier....

"One side, Moron!" I growled as I shoved a seventh grader out of my way in the narrowest hallway in the building. How irritating it was that the school spent all their money on the looks of the school, instead of supplies and freaking personal space.

Although, I knew that today was going to be a good day.

Why? Well, the answer is simple.

Ever since I had started fighting with this guy
that I met at the mall, he's shown me no mercy. He thrown insults, opinions, and actual objects at how I live my life. I knew he was in high school, I just didn't know what grade. Now moving on to why this was a good thing. Well, today I was going to give him a piece of my mind in front of the whole school. It's not going to be a fistfight hopefully, I'm thinking just some personal things that I found out about him from some inside sources. I wouldn't want to get expelled for unleashing my fists.

His name is Roy. That's pretty much all I know about his identity. Plus, he's been at me for two months now.

Now he will figure out that anyone that messes with me will regret it in the long run.

"Hey Helga," Rhonda greeted me as I sat down at our lunch table.

"Cut the chit-chat," I demanded, "what's the scoop?" I slammed my hand on the table with eager eyes.

With that a huge smirk crept across her face, which could only mean what she had was good. She pulled a bunch of papers out of her binder and I grinned.

"How'd you get this Rhonda?" I said in awe.

"Oh, you know. I have my sources." She shrugged and reached for the first paper. "I think this one will interest you the most, though."

She handed it to me and I scanned it, an evil smile washing over my face.

"This is perfect. That Roy will wish he'd never been born after he sees- or should I say hears - this."

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Six o' clock. He should be here.

My eyes shot down to my watch every minute he was late, making my blood boil. He wanted to settle this, now where is he? He said to meet by Slausen's.

I crossed my arms as the time went on, and about ten to twenty minutes late he showed.

"Sorry I'm late. You're not the only one who needs to be put in their place." He smirked  making me grow mad with envy.

"Yeah, no problem. Now, why the hell did you need me to come here?" As the tension grew between us, I was getting more and more anxious to wring his neck.

"Well, I just figured we'd talk." He looked around and shoved his hands in his pockets as if he was bored.

"Shut up and tell me the real reason you're here or I'll make you." I half-growled.

"What are you going to do? Take your moms alcohol and sit and cry about it till you're hungover?" He smirked.

That was it. Up to that point, Helga G Pataki had finally snapped. I lunged at him, a look of horror unfolding on his face as I threw my fist as his eye, making him topple over. Someone noticed, and before I knew it a crowd had formed around me as I beat Roy to a pulp. I wasn't planning on stopping until he begged for mercy.

At each hit he winced, and he managed to gather enough courage to smile at me and spew out, "I guess physical violence and abuse runs in the family."

Blood flew out of his nose and I kept hitting him with all my might. Bruises began to form. Cuts began to open. The "crowd" was half-cheering, half-uncertain.

"Get up and fight!" I screamed. "Don't start a fight if you can't finish it!" It was pure rage, and pure hatred that was flaring out of my nostrils.

He continued to laugh.

"Get up!" The crowd began to file away as someone tried to push to the front, but I didn't pay any attention to it. I started kicking his legs when a voice stopped me.

"Helga! Wait!"

How could I have mistaken that pre-mature voice anywhere?

Arnold.

My head spin to his direction as shock spread over me.

He can't see me like this. This can't be real.

But I wasn't thinking clearly.

"He deserves every freaking thing he's getting!" I continued to kick him until he stopped wincing. But Arnold didn't back down.

Then the unthinkable happened. Only one thought raced through my head.

I hurt Arnold.

I hurt Arnold.

I hurt my football-head.

The only thing I could muster was to run away and try and cover up the tears streaming down my face.

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Four days later.. (Present)

Why couldn't I stop thinking about her?

Sure, I was embarrassed. But Gerald was bound to find out sooner or later. But what was I supposed to do? Helga wouldn't date me- much less anything that has to do with me. And I'm pretty sure she's dealing with enough right now without me in her way.

Now, it doesn't make sense at all. Why do I like her so much?

I slipped my hands into my pockets and strolled down the block, realizing this was Helga's street. Just the thought of it made my face burn red.

Speaking of burns, most of mine had healed, but the ones on my face still remained. In other words, I looked like I was straight out of an action movie. I didn't bother trying to
hide them since it was too much work.

I hadn't seen Helga since the whole school incident, either. I had lied to Gerald about not knowing who it was that kissed me.

Although, I hadn't known at first, for through the cloud of smoke it was impossible to see who had been showing affection towards me. Plus I had lost consciousness for maybe a few minutes tops..

Besides that, I didn't realize it had been Helga until I woke up in the hospital room, immediately spotting her wallet on the counter. The nurse had said a young girl carried me here, and nobody else had come since. That must of meant Helga had been my mystery rescuer.

Even if she hadn't been, it was obvious that I kept thinking about her. Which meant... only one thing.

I had developed a crush on her.

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Lmao this chapter is so late you don't even know I had to keep rewriting it because the first few times it didn't fit in with the storyline.
I'll get the next chapter up as soon as I can.

Apologies:(

-DarkestUniverse