I Betcha' Week.

~Chapter One.~

"Move it geek wad!" Helga said pushing past a dozen of random kids in the school bus. Soon enough, she finally reached the boy she picked on the most. He was shoved next to his friend in a bus seat. He glared at her.
"Hey! What gives Helga?"
"Sorry not sorry football head, you were in my way! Learn how to move faster, and maybe you won't have to get shoved into a bus seat." She smirked and went to sit at the back of the bus, next to her best friend Phoebe.
Arnold rolled his eyes, sitting up straight. "You know, sometimes I just want to take that pink bow and-"
Gerald covered his mouth with his hand before he could say anything else. "Whoa! Arnold calm down buddy. It's not that big of a deal. Don't sink down to her level, that's what I remember you saying."
Arnold sighed after Gerald took his hand away. "I know Gerald...but she drives me insane! For one day, I would appreciate not being pushed and shoved around by her."
Gerald patted him on the shoulder. "I feel your pain man. In fact, everyone does."
Arnold rested his head in his hand. "What am I going to do? I can't live like this everyday!"
Gerald sighed. "You'll find something to get her off your back, I promise."

(In Mr. Simmons class)
"Okay Class! Today, I have an special assignment for you." Mr. Simmons said with a grin.
"It can't be that special. His assignments always end up backfiring." Helga said under her breath.
A few snickers came from the back of the class.
"Helga, I have a good feeling about this one." Mr. Simmons said.
Helga rolled her eyes, leaning back in her seat.
"Your assignment is called 'I Bet You.' "
Phoebe cleared her throat and raised her hand.
"Yes Phoebe?"
"I...I'm quite certain that teachers shouldn't be making students 'bet' each other in school."
"Well, there will be no bets with money involved, or you have to do something embarrassing in front of your peers involved. This is sort of like, a bonding project. You choose one person in this class that you want to partner with. One person bets you to do something harmless for one week. If you pass, the partner decides their own punishment, which needs to be harmless as well. If you fail, you have to let your partner decide what your punishment will be. Everybody on board?"
The class cheers in excitement.
"I'll take that as a yes. Your assignment begins...now!"
Arnold walked over to Gerald's seat. "Hey Ger-"
Gerald shook his head. "No. I'll choose Phoebe for this assignment. I have something better in mind..."
He points over to Helga sitting down in her seat, writing down in a notebook.
Arnold grins.

RIIINNNNGGG!
Helga walks to her locker, with a usual scowl on her face. Arnold takes a deep breath and walks over to her. When she closes her locker, she jumps a little seeing Arnold standing behind her locker door.
"Ah! Stop sneaking up on me you little creep!"
He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Oh...sorry if I scared you."
She crossed her arms and glared at him. "What? You didn't scare me, I was just shocked you were standing behind my locker!"
He sighed. "Whatever you say Helga. So listen...I wanted to ask you something."
"What is it hair boy? And make it snappy! I haven't got all day." She snapped.
Arnold tried to keep his composure from carefully sliding away. "I was wondering...do you...by any chance...have a partner for Mr. Simmon's assignment yet?"
Helga's face softened slightly. "No...why?"
"Well...I don't exactly have a partner yet either, and I was thinking that maybe we should pair up with each other, if it's okay with you. You might say no anyway, so I guess it's pointless for me asking-" He said before trying to walk away. To his surprise, Helga grabbed his wrist before he could.
"No! Wait! I'll be your partner."
He inwardly found himself blushing, and turned around slowly to look at her.
"What?" He mumbled.
She sighed, letting go of his hand. "I said I'll be your partner."
"Oh...okay then." He shrugged.
"Well...what's the bet?" She said crossing her arms.
Arnold grinned. "I bet...that you have to go a full week, acting like my friend, and being nice to everyone."
Helga smirked. "And what happens if I win?"
Arnold blushed a little. "I have to take you out on a date."
"And...if I lose?"
"You have to do my homework for a whole week."
"Interesting...okay deal!" Helga smirked and did a handshake with him.
"The bet begins tomorrow. I'll be picking you up from your house to walk with you to school. I'll see you then Helga!" He smiled and walked away from her, disappearing into the hall. Helga stood there with a goofy grin on her face.
'I have to win this! To finally go on a date with my beloved!'

*The next day...*
Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold! Hey Ar-"
Arnold cuts off his alarm clock, and rubbed his eyes. Once his eyes adjusted, he checked the time.
6:40 A.M.
Suddenly, he jumped out of bed and took a shower, then he got dressed. Instead of wearing his green sweater over his shirt, he decided to just go with the red plaid shirt. He put on blue jeans and his usual black shoes. He brushed his teeth, combed his hair, and to top it all off, his special blue hat.
Arnold checked his watch. 6:58. He needed to pick up Helga by 7:15. He rushed down the stairs, greeting the boarders good morning, and ate some cereal. Once he finished eating, he told his grandparents goodbye, and ran down the street to Helga's house. Before he knocked on the door, he checked his watch again. 7:12.
'Phew...3 minutes to spare.'
Arnold knocks on the door.
Meanwhile, Helga is upstairs brushing her hair down, and wearing a blue dress with a golden designer belt. She had on red high top sneakers, and a pink choker with a heart on it.
"I'll win this easily..."
Miriam comes up to her room, and knocks on the door. "Helga dear...your friend's here!"
Helga opens the door suddenly with a bright smile across her features. "Thanks Mom!" She runs downstairs and smooths out her dress before she opens the door for Arnold. She walks out the door, grabbing her backpack and shutting the door behind her. He holds out his hand to her.
"Ready to go?"
Helga grins. "Yup. Let's hit it!" She takes his hand firmly and walks down the street with him. Arnold smiles and turns to look at Helga.
"New look?" He asks.
Helga blushed a little, still keeping a slight smile on her face.
"Yeah...It's your favorite color..."
Arnold nodded. "Well you look...cool."
She giggled behind her hand. "You know...I find that funny. The fact that I look cool, and I'm wearing the color blue. And you don't look so bad yourself." Helga winks at him.
Arnold smiled a little and blushed. 'Why all of a sudden...do I feel somewhat shy?'
He stopped walking and turned to look at her. "Helga, can I ask you a question?"
She smiled a bit. "Sure. Go ahead."
"Even as your regular self...do you think of me as a friend?"
Helga stopped in her tracks and slowly turned to look at him. "Arnold..."
"Yes?"
"You've always been my friend." She sighed.
Arnold's eyes widened a little. "Really? Then...why do you tease me?"
Helga chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Arnold, I tease you because you're my friend."
He gasped. "Seriously?"
She nodded. "100%. And...I have to tell you something that I think you may have been hoping to hear for years now." 'Let it all out Helga ol' girl, you can do this!'
"What?"
She sighed mentally. "I'm sorry for calling you all those nicknames back then. I-I saw how much it truly bothered you since we were little. You're a good guy Arnold, and you didn't deserve any of it. The mean Helga has been trying to tell you the same thing for years, and if she told you this, I'm sure it would seem more unbelievable than ever to you." She sighed and started walking again. Arnold stood behind her, taking a moment to release all of this information in his head.
"...Helga?" His soft voice spoke to her.
She turned around to face him. "Yes Arnold?"
A smile crept over his face, and he ran to hug her.
Helga blushed as he wrapped his arms around her. She hugged him back barely, still in shock.
They stood there in the street hugging like that for about 10 seconds before Arnold pulled away. He still had his hands on her shoulders, not noticing the blush apparent on her face.
"Helga...you're a good friend, you know that right?"
She chuckled a little. "I'm more average, but I'll let you keep believing what you think."
Arnold smirked. "Wow. Thanks Helga."
Helga giggled. "No problem Arnold, now let's get to school, we're burning daylight!" She took his hand and ran down the road with him.

*At school.*
Helga and Arnold are walking down the hallway chatting like a normal pair of friends.
Every gasps at the sight.
Stinky shuts his locker. "I reckon that is the most creepiest thing I have ever seen in my life."
Rhonda shuddered. "You got that right."
Arnold and Helga stopped walking by the water fountain. He smiled at her.
"Okay, wait here Helga."
"Sure thing Arnold!" She grins.
Arnold walked down the hall to his locker, which was next to Gerald's.
Gerald raised an eyebrow. "Uhhh, so I heard the gossip around school that you were actually having a NORMAL conversation with Helga Pataki. Is it true?"
Arnold opened his locker while rolling his eyes at his friend. "Yeah so? What's the big deal? I also walked to school with her. I don't see why that's such big news. You're acting as if she were a super star or something. She's just a human. Humans talk to each other you know."
Gerald sighed and leaned against his locker. "I know that but...isn't she insane in the brain?"
Arnold shook his head and grabbed his books out of his locker. "Nope. She's actually a really nice person."
He shut his locker.
"Arnold?"
"Huh?"
"Come back to earth."
Arnold rolled his eyes. "What? I'm not kidding."
Gerald smirks and crosses his arms. "Oh really? I'd like to see her myself."
Arnold smiles. "Ok, I'll go get her!"
He walks away to the water fountain, and Helga waves at him with a smile.
"Hey!"
Arnold smiles at her. "Do you want to go see Gerald?"
She pondered it for a moment then shrugged. "Sure, why not?"
He grabbed her wrist and led her over to Gerald. "Okay, she's here."
Gerald's back was turned and he rolled his eyes. "Good! N-" *Stops*
He stopped mid-sentence and stared at her with wide eyes.
Helga blushed and waved slightly. "Hi Gerald."
He was silent.
Arnold waves a hand in his face. "Gerald?" *Flicks him on the head* "Gerald!"
He snapped out of his trance, and came back to reality. "S-sorry...uh hey Helga!" *blushes*
"So have you called Arnold football head yet?"
Helga shrugged. "Why would I?"
Gerald looked at her incredulously. "Wha-You hate his guts!"
Helga shook her head. "I've never hated Arnold, Gerald. The only reason I picked on him was because we're friends. Although most of the times, maybe I have gone a little too far."
Arnold grinned at him. "See Gerald?"
Gerald patted him on the shoulder and sighed. "I wish you luck man."
RIIIIING!
The students piled out of the class.
Arnold smiled and put a hand on Helga's shoulder. "That's lunch. I'll save you a seat."
Helga blushed a little and nodded. "Thanks Arnold."
Arnold walked in the lunch room with his lunchbox and sat down at a table. Helga went over in the line to get her lunch.
"Hi Arnold!" Lila walks over to him.
"Hey Lila!" He smiled.
Helga had barely got out of the lunch line to see them chatting with each other. She was certain that Arnold still had a thing for Lila Sawyer.
(If I'm really his friend, then I'd set him free.) Helga took a deep breath and smiled walking over to them.
"Hey Arnold! Hey Lila!"
"Hey Helga!" They both said at the same time.
Arnold grimaced. "Helga...don't be mad but, I was wondering if Lila could sit by me today?"
Helga stood there with a blank face. (Set him free...Set him free...)
She smiled at them. "Don't worry about it Arnold. I can sit somewhere else."
Helga turns around hiding her tears when someone yelled from across the cafeteria.
"Ewww Look! It's Helga Pataki!" Harold shouted.
(Everyone except for Arnold, Lila, and Gerald.) "Ewww!" They said while laughing along with him.
Helga fights back her tears, and sits down at an empty table.
Gerald sighed and sat next to her.
"Don't let him get to you Helga. You can never fall apar-"*Sees her staring up at him with tears*
He quickly has a concerned look on his face. "Helga...are you...crying?"
"Go ahead Gerald. Laugh."
He slowly shook his head. "I'm not going to. What's wrong?"
She groans and puts her head down in her arms on the table. "Everyone thinks that I'm just this ugly, insensitive, gross, mean, weak 13 year old girl. Well...everyone except for Arnold and Phoebe of course. I thought they would be my only two real friends."
Gerald sighs and looks down at his sneakers under the table. "You know Helga...Arnold and Phoebe aren't the only ones who care."
She rises her head from her arms slightly. "Huh?"
He looks at her and shrugs. "Honestly, I do."
*Sniff* "R-Really?"
Gerald smiles a little. "Well, yeah, you're not so bad. Even if we don't get along so great..."
Helga stared at him blankly. She watched as he moved his hand, and wiped her tears away with his thumb.
"There you go. No more tears Helga." He grinned.
She tilted her head at him. "Hey..." *Whispers* "Can you keep a secret?"
He smiled. *Whispers* "Anything for you."
*Whispers into his ear.* "I like Arnold..."
*Whispers back.* "I knew that already."
*Whispers again* "Not just like...I mean...love."
*Whispers* "Really? That's great!"
Helga leans back. "I thought you'd go crazy!"
He chuckled behind his hand. "It may be crazy, but that's what I thought all along."
"Just...promise me you won't tell him, or anyone else about it!" She looked at him sternly.
"My lips are sealed." He sealed his lips then put a pretend key in his pocket.
*Hugs him happily* "Thank you! Thank you!" *She kisses his cheek*
Gerald blushed madly. "No problem..." He fainted onto the floor.
Helga giggled behind her hand. (What am I going to do with him?)
Arnold looked at the entire scene that just took place. He actually found himself frowning.
(What's up with those two?)

I don't own Hey Arnold!
Chapter Two will come out soon!

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