Helga leapt back as her locker door was abruptly slammed in her face. Leaning against the lockers with her hand upon Helga's locker door was Rhonda Lloyd with a sly smirk on her face. "Hey, Helga," she said.

"Rhonda," Helga coolly replied. They had never really been friends and ever since they had reached high school, their polar opposite personalities had created a tense relationship between the two teen girls.

From behind her back, Rhonda whipped out a white envelope with Helga's name written upon it in elegant cursive writing. "Just wanted to invite you to my soiree this Saturday night at my home. It's going to be the party of the year, and you don't want to miss it."

Raising her eyebrow, Helga took the invite and asked, "What're you up to, bucko?" It wasn't like Rhonda to include her in social events, so this was definitely out of the ordinary.

"I figured that I'd give you a chance to prove before we graduate at the end of the year that you are, in fact, a girl!" simpered Rhonda. She flinched when Helga growled and raised her right fist in a threatening manner. Remembering a small fact, Rhonda deviously grinned and leaned forward, whispering in Helga's ear "Besides, Arnold's going, and this could also be your last chance to impress him, so to speak."

"Why would I even care about that football-headed dweeb?"

"Because, I know that you have a crush on him." Helga's eyes widened in horror at Rhonda's statement, however she quickly shook her head and replaced her shock with a glare.

"That is a complete lie, Rhonda!" she shrieked. Rhonda continued to knowingly smile as she turned on her heel and walked away.

"Deny it all you want, but I know it's true! Be sure to wear something sexy!" Rhonda yelled before she rounded the corner. Helga remained at the lockers, contemplating whether or not Rhonda was merely playing her, or if she had actually figured out her deepest, most guarded of secrets. It was too bad Phoebe had already left for spring break with her parents, for she would have surely known what to do in a situation like this.

"So, are you going to go?" Helga jumped at the sound of Arnold's voice then quickly regained her composure before turning to face him. He had grown to match her height now, and his blonde hair still stuck out in the same unruly fashion it had been in since they had met in preschool. The little blue cap rested directly on the middle of his football shaped head, the only remaining connection he had to his still missing parents.

"No, I don't want to get all dressed up and get drunk at Miss Little Diva's ridiculous party! I have better things to do with my time, Arnoldo."

"Oh, well guess I won't see you there then. Have a good weekend, Helga!" Watching with her blue eyes as Arnold ran out of the school, Helga reached up to her chest and pulled out her locket from beneath her pink shirt. She flipped open the heart shaped locket to reveal Arnold's senior photo, in which he was dressed up in a tuxedo shirt, tie, and jacket with a half lidded gaze and dreamy smile. A small smile spread across her face as she gazed upon the photo.

"If going to this party will finally make you see how much I care for you, then go to it I shall!"

A/N: New story time! I'm finally working on some ideas that I've had, so I hope that you enjoy them! Of course, any and all feedback is genuinely appreciated! :)