A/N: Oh, wow. I can't believe I've actually made time to get into the habit of writing HA! fics again. But I'm so happy I could. I've made a fresh start, and I have deleted my older stories due to the fact that I've read them over, and they weren't very good. I hope you enjoy this story. I'll try my best to update it as much as possible. Remember to review, please. (:

Summary: When Arnold is dared to write a fake love note to Helga, things get a bit hectic. More like a lot hectic. Can he stop things from going farther than he expected? HxA

Chapter 1

High school...how can one describe it? For some, it can be the most delightful time of their young years, filled with fun and surprises. However, a lot of people find it hard to describe it as being so great. Being as it's also filled with drama, heartbreak, misunderstandments, and tears, how could it possibly be absolutely perfect? Okay, so maybe it's not that bad. But it's definitely far from delightful during the whole entire 4 years that you're there. Some people would be overjoyed to have one good day; people like that one girl in pink: Helga Pataki.

"So, Helga," Phoebe said to her best friend, "have you gotten your invitation to Rhonda's party?"

Looking down at the petite Japanese girl quizically, the girl in the long-sleeved, pink t-shirt, denim jeans, and black sneakers, shook her head. "Phoebe, haven't you realized that everytime one of these little "social gatherings" goes on, I'm never invited? I don't see why you even bother asking me anymore."

"Well, there's always a chance that---"

"A chance that what?" Helga rolled her eyes, and sighed angrily. "Look, I don't even care. Who would want to go to one of her stupid little parties anyway? All I ever hear about them are how this person got wasted, and that person kissed that person." She gave a look of disgust.

"I suppose you are right, but I don't think they're as bad as you're imagining them to be. Maybe you're just exaggerating a bit?"

"I'm not exaggerating at all. Now, just drop it, okay? I wasn't invited, I don't care. Case closed." With that, Helga slammed her locker shut, and headed towards her class.

"Hey Helga!" A voice called from behind her. She jumped, startled a bit, and turned around quickly. It was Arnold. "What do you want, Arnoldo? You're going to run me late for class!"

"Sorry, sorry. I was just wanting to know, are you going to Rhonda's party tonight?"

"No, I wasn't invited and I wish everyone would just lay off of me about it."

The blonde boy shrugged, not understanding her snippy attitude, as usual. "Well, I was just wondering. You're never invited to her parties, and I thought it'd be nice if you were actually at this one. I heard it's supposed to be her final one of the school year."

"Yeah, that's great. Run along, now." Helga rolled her eyes, and turned her back towards him, walking away.

Arnold shook his head, and sighed. He never understood that girl. One minute she'd be fine, the next she'd snap. The only person she really talked to was Phoebe, even though he had tried time after time to have a conversation with her, but it never worked. She was like this big jigsaw puzzle he just couldn't solve, but oh, did he want to.

The first period bell rang, and it was the beginning of a long day.

A/N: I'm sorry it was so short. But I have limited thoughts for some chapters. :x Chapter 2 will be up as soon as possible, though. Please review and tell me what you think, give any advice, ideas for further chapters, and whatnot. Hope you enjoyed it. (: