Rhonda was required to stay later after last period in order to receive extra help for a class she had been doing somewhat poorly in. As she was leaving, she ran into Curly who was closing up the school's store.
"Oh hey…Curly."
Curly turned to see Rhonda, a little surprised that she was speaking to him. "Hi Rhonda… leaving another great day of higher education…..surprised to see you still here and on this side of the building."
"Yeah…well I had to stay later to get tutored."
"Oh okay…"
Rhonda looked outside. "Well bye Curly…enjoy your vacation."
Curly was a little stunned at her politeness even though he knew she had those qualities he was still shocked to see it in the flesh. "Hey Rhonda, I heard what you did for Helga today….that was pretty decent of you especially since Lila was your friend and all."
Rhonda shrugged a little. "It wasn't much…" She looked away nervously almost.
Curly had a hint of smile on his face as he studied her demeanor. "No it was nice it really was…give yourself some credit….I'm sure Helga would appreciate it."
"Oh well...uh... thanks Curly." Rhonda looked at her watch. "I have to go my ride is probably coming…."
"Me too, I have to catch that bus."
Rhonda stared at him a little puzzled. "What? I thought you had your own car."
"Not my own, my dad just lets me use his sometimes."
"Oh." Rhonda said as she started to walk. She glanced at him as he walked in the same direction."Hey Curly, do you want a ride?….I mean since we happen to be leaving at the exact same time and all."
Curly smiled. "Sure if it's no inconvenience."
"It isn't." Rhonda replied and turned abruptly with a slight hair flip walking with a strut. Curly chuckled to himself that Rhonda hadn't lost her typical Rhonda Lloyd mannerisms.
"So what are you doing over vacation?" Curly asked her.
"My daddy is taking us to Venice, I can't wait we're going to go to every clothing store and the finest restaurants..." She said with a bright smile, which slowly faded. "Oh God I sound like 'Princess Rhonda' huh?"
Curly shrugged. "Yeah…so?"
"I sound like a spoiled brat don't I?"
Curly tilted his head to the side. "Maybe a little bit...But...minus the evil part." He said with a genuine smile. "So it's okay, I mean that's apart of who you are….I'm uh…glad to see that you're showing that there's more to you….congrats on the writing contest by the way."
Rhonda blushed a little she wasn't use to talking to Curly so normally, usually he acted 'crazy' around her to annoy her or they just insulted each other. "Thanks. So what are you doing for vacation?"
"I'm taking some acting and dance classes with Eugene and Sheena and you know Steven right?"
"He hangs around Sam and he's friends with Helga right?"
"Yeah, well he's coming too."
"Acting and dance classes huh….you all were good in the talent show.
"You thought so?"
"Yeah and so did everyone else…" she rolled her eyes. "I'll let you in on a little a secret, but you must promise not to tell."
Curly smiled "okay"
"Well…Grease… the original film is actually my favorite movie of all time."
Curly rolled his eyes. "I know that already..."
Rhonda crossed her arms and frowned. "How…" She looked him up and down and smirked. "Oh never mind."
"Also Gerald invited me to his lake house…Phoebe, Arnold, Helga are gonna be there too and maybe some other people."
"Well that should be fun."
Curly glanced out the window and smiled slightly. "Yep…if you weren't going to Venice, I would ask you to come with us."
Rhonda gave him a look and shook her head.. "They wouldn't want me there."
Curly turned and looked her with a slight frown. "We're talking Arnold Shortman and friends…they would give you chance." He said nudging her shoulder.
Rhonda nodded slightly looking out the window.
When her driver got to Curly's place he got out and thanked her and the driver for the ride. Before Curly could get to his door Rhonda called to him.
"Hey Curly."
He turned around to see a rather shy Rhonda, which was a very rare sight. "I just wanted to….you know….say that I'm sorry for what I did to you back then…" She looked down at her feet awkwardly. "Shit I'm no good at apologies, but I'm sorry I tricked you and humiliated you like that…I mean you've always been a nice guy deep down, you didn't deserve that. And I wanted to thank you for still being there for me and telling me what I needed to hear."
Curly took off his glasses to examine her face; he could see that she was being honest. "Wow Rhonda…that was really nice….I never thought you would say something like that….not to me at least." He blushed a little bit as he put his glasses back on. "Apology accepted, I'll see you after spring break….enjoy Venice." He started to walk away to his front door, but then went back to her and gave her a big kind of ungraceful hug. Rhonda smiled and returned the friendly hug.
"I hope you give me the opportunity to admire you at school when vacations over." He said jokingly peeking behind his glasses.
Rhonda giggled at his choice of words and his body language with her hand covering her mouth. "Um…yes I'll see you at school Curly."
Rhonda walked back to her limo. Curly watched as she was driven away and then went inside.
That night Helga stayed in the Pataki home by herself, she did wanted to bother Arnold or Phoebe or any of her other friends. Besides Phoebe was always so busy and she didn't want her to slow down on all her goals because of her. Helga had eaten the dinner that Olga cooked, watched some TV, read a little bit and decided it was about time to go to sleep. She did a quick yoga routine that she always did on a daily basis and then got changed to go to sleep.
As soon as she climbed in her bed she heard a noise she looked outside and went out in the hallway of the house, but saw and heard nothing. But as soon as she got inside her bed again she heard it again; it sounded like someone was trying to break in. She immediately got her phone and called the police. As she went out in the hallway again while still on the phone with the police she saw a male figure; it was dark so she couldn't see who it was, but she had an idea. After giving them all the information she hung up immediately and quickly ran to her fire escape and took off running straight to the boarding house and climbing up Arnold's fire escape.
Helga called his name a few times. "Arnold!" She shouted.
She relaxed a little when she saw his light come on then his face looking out the window.
His eyes were huge when he saw her. "Helga? What are you doing here, are you okay?"
He went out to help her climb inside continuing to appear wide eyed and with deep concern written across his face as he stared Helga who was full of tears and a look of fear painted on her face and wearing only her night gown.
"A man broke into my house….I called the police and then I ran straight here." She said with tears calling down her eyes.
Arnold hugged her. "It's okay...you're safe now..." Arnold whispered as he kissed her hair. He sighed and pulled away from her. He rubbed his head anxiously. "Okay stay here, I'll going to see if the police are there."
Arnold quickly left and went to her house. He saw the police just pulling up, he went up to the first officer he saw.
"Hello sir, I am a close friend of Helga Pataki who lives here and called the police."
"What's your name son?"
"Arnold Shortman."
"Where is Helga Pataki now?" The officer asked.
"She's at my grandparents boarding house, she ran straight there after calling you sir."
The other officers were going inside the house which was wide open. After a several minutes of looking around they came out, one of them was holding a small bag with an item in it. Arnold made sure they the doors were locked behind them.
"I would like to speak with Helga Pataki, so if you can get inside and direct me so your resident that would be much appreciated."
"Yes sir." Arnold replied as he went to get inside the car.
Arnold went inside and told Helga, he gave her some clothes to put on and one of his jackets and she went out to talk to her officer.
"Hello Ms. Helga Pataki is it?" he asked.
"Yes I'm Helga Pataki."
He reached out and shook her hand. "So can you tell me exactly what happened and what you saw?"
"Sure…when I was about to go to sleep I kept hearing this noise, but I couldn't tell whether it was coming from outside or inside, but when I went to check I didn't hear or see anything. Then when I went back out in the hallway I saw a male figure downstairs, I ran in my room and called the police as soon, thank God Olga let me use her other cell phone because mine is broken unfortunately. She looked down at her feet and took a deep breath. "Anyway as soon I was done talking with the police I climbed out of the window on onto the fire escape and came here."
"Did you recognize who the man was?" The officer inquired.
"I couldn't see who it was, but I have an idea…" she said placing a finger on her chin.
"Who do you think it was?" He questioned.
"His name is Roger…um….Stanton….he is a man that attempted to assault me Thursday night."
"Did you report that assault to the police?"
"Yes and I have the number of the police officer who I spoke to on two occasions….although I don't have it on me."
Arnold frowned a little. "I have his card; I can get it for you if you want."
"Sure son." Arnold hurried back inside and up to his bedroom to find the card; which was inside one of his jackets.
He hurried back outside and handed it to the officer.
He read the information on the card. "Okay, I'll give officer Taylor a call, we weren't able to find anyone in your home or surrounding areas as of yet, but we did find a large male's ring inside your home; so that should assist us once the suspect is detained. If any information comes up, you will receive a call. I have Ms. Pataki's contact information…What's your number Mr. Shortman?" Arnold gave it to him. "Alright thank you, I would recommend that Ms. Pataki say here with you for the night at least. It wouldn't be safe for her to stay in that house alone after what just happened; or at least with someone else."
"She can stay here." Arnold indicated to the officer.
"Alright, well have goodnight and be safe." He nodded a little before leaving.
Arnold and Helga went back inside, Arnold listened and heard dead silence he was surprised that no one was woken up, although they weren't noisy or anything.
The next day Helga did end up telling her sister about what happened that night after she left the diner an the fact that a man that she was sure was Roger Stanton broke into the house and possibly attempted to assault her. Of course Olga freaked out and Helga explained how Arnold was there for her and how Jesse gave the police more information.
"Baby sis…there is no way I'm letting you work there anymore."
"Come on Olga it's not where you work this sort of stuff happens everywhere."
"I know, but they have you there late at night and that's just not safe sis."
Helga sighed and rolled her eyes. "Yeah well I need the money."
"Safety overrules money sweetheart."
"Yeah I know, but I can't just up and quit just because something bad happened."
Olga folded her arms."And I don't know about you go away with your friends…" Olga said looking away.
Helga frowned. "Olga we already went through this with mom, Gerald's parents are going to be there too so it's not like we'll be there unsupervised. Besides these are my friends and you know Phoebe, Arnold and Gerald well…"
"True, you have such nice friends." Olga sighed softly. "I guess, you are growing up….it's just happening so fast."
Helga rolled her eyes. "Before you go down memory lane, I have to get going." Helga said looking at the clock. "Work calls…"
"I can give you a ride." Olga said with a bright smile.
"Cool…I'll never turn down a ride…sure beats that crappy bus."
"Can you get a ride tonight?"
"Yeah Arnold said he would pick me up."
Olga smiled. "Arnold is still such a nice kid, I'm so happy you two are still friends."
"God Olga you sound so much like mom when you said that."
"Is that a bad thing?" Olga asked with a wide grin on her face.
"I guess not…" Helga said with a short laugh.
Helga went into the diner and was put to work as soon as she stepped in, but eventually she had downtime to talk to Tiffany about what happened after work the previous week.
"Helga that was a sign….I hope you're looking for a new place to work."
"Why are you going to fire me?"
She frowned. "Of course not, but I guess I'm superstitious…I don't know…but just be careful….I should be too."
Helga nodded. "My friend is coming to pick me up." Helga started straighten up menus as she waited for the last customers to leave before she started cleaning up.
Tiffany raised her eyebrows watching Helga.. "Look I just don't want a smart girl like you to get trapped in dead end jobs…like I am."
Helga frowned a little. "Tiffany, you're still young, intelligent and a kickass person I'm sure you could find something you love."
Tiffany smiled a little. "Yeah well I am thinking of enrolling in community college…I just need my parents support."
"Are you close with your parents?"
Tiffany glanced at her for a second. "No not really…I got was kind of the kid they were always 'disappointed' in."
Helga nodded. "I know how that feels…"
Arnold came to pick her up; he actually got there earlier than she needed him to and decided to just go inside. Helga giggled when she saw Arnold walking inside he waved to her and then went to sit down at a booth to wait for her.
Tiffany noticed Helga's reaction. "Hey Helga." She whispered. "Who is that?"
Tiffany motioned with her head at Arnold.
"Arnold…aka….football head."
"Oh your childhood friend…hmmm."
"Hmmm? What?"
Tiffany raised her eyebrows. "Nothing…I just think you have a little crush on him…I mean you talk about him a lot...it's okay...it's sweet."
Helga laughed. "He's my friend."
"I know that silly, but... well that's how the best relationships start…trust me. Plus he's handsome." She winked at Helga a little before going into the back.
Helga rolled her eyes and walked over to where Arnold was sitting. "Hey football head, thanks for coming."
"Oh no problem Helga."
"Do you want anything while you're waiting?"
Arnold shook his head. "No thanks, I'm fine."
"Don't say I never offered you anything." Helga said lightheartedly making Arnold smile. He watched her as she walked away, which Tiffany mentally took note of when as she was watching their interaction from the back window.
After a few minutes Tiffany came out from the backroom and told Helga that it was okay for her to leave on time. Helga introduced Arnold and Tiffany before leaving.
Helga got into his car and she unlocked his door for him to get inside before making herself comfortable.
"Thanks." He said as he got inside and started up the car.
Helga just shrugged in response. "You know Tiffany thinks its bad luck for me to keep working at the diner after what happened…"
Arnold glanced at her. "She's probably just concerned that's all, but if you're looking I can try at the publication where I work."
"Ah I wouldn't want you going out of your way…besides that would mean I would be forever in your debt for you getting me a job along with all the other stuff you've done..."
Arnold chuckled. "Stop exaggerating Helga it's just a job….and I think it would be easy for you to find a job there since you're a writer and it would be good networking…" Helga noticed as Arnold's mood shifted to a bit more enthusiastic. "I don't know why I didn't think of this before."
Helga rolled her eyes with a grin. "Oh God…here we go with the football headed ideas."
Arnold laughed as he continued to drive. "Hey um…is your mother back yet?"
Helga shook her head in response to his question. "Well if you want….I mean you're always welcomed to stay at the boarding house again."
Helga was going to say no, but then she thought that really didn't want to be alone in that house. Helga sighed. "As long as it's okay with your folks…and if I stay in your room, I'll sleep on the couch because I noticed you didn't sleep well before."
"It wasn't because of the couch Helga."
"Well if it's because you were worried about me than maybe this isn't a good idea."
"I'll worry more if you don't stay at the boarding house."
"Arnold you're way too young to be such a worrywart." She said shooting him a grin.
When they got to the boarding house it was earlier than before so many of the boarders were still up and in the living room or kitchen. As Arnold and Helga walked inside they were immediately greeted by grandpa Phil.
"Hey Shortman, back from his wild teenage adventures. How are you?"
"I'm fine grandpa."
"Oh yeah and whose your lady friend?"
Arnold rubbed the back of his head. "Grandpa you know Helga Pataki."
"That's right, sorry Miss, I'm an old man, and of course I remember Ms. Pataki she's a hard one to forget. So how are you Helga?"
"I'm fine and yourself?"
"Couldn't be better." He did a little dance as he stated that making Arnold and Helga laugh.
"Grandpa, I was wondering if Helga could stay the night. Her mom is out of town and she-"
"Well of course she can Arnold, you know you're friends are always welcomed. I'm sorry I don't have an extra room, but I'm sure Arnold will let you sleep in his room like he did before." Phil finished with a cheeky grin.
Arnold and Helga eyes both widen. "Grandpa how-"
"Arnold I might be an old man, but I see and hear everything…remember that." He said with a crazy laugh. Phil looked back and a forth between Arnold and Helga still laughing a bit. "Shortman, why don't you take your friend up to your room to get settle in and then if she wants she can come down to have suppler or a snack."
"Okay grandpa."
"Thank you Mr. Shortman."
"Call me grandpa Shortman….Arnold's close friends are allowed to call me that."
"Okay…thank you grandpa Shortman." She replied with a shy smile.
"Alright well be good and have a goodnight kids." He said with a smile watching them walking away.
Arnold led Helga up to his room and he gave Helga alone time to change into the same t-shirt and sweats Arnold gave her before. When Arnold heard Helga said it was okay for him to come back in, he walked in to see Helga on the floor looking through a photo album. Her hair was falling over one side of her face and it immediately reminded him of a certain someone.
"Hey Helga…"
"Yeah? Oh I hope you don't mind me looking at your photos."
"No that's fine…But can I ask you something?"
Helga peered up at him and shrugged. "Sure…" She saw a hint of red on his cheeks and so she quirks an eyebrow wondering what he was going to ask.
"W-why didn't you ever…" He started and then looked at her shyly adjusting to sit in a crossed legged position.
"What?" she asked him. "Why didn't I ever what?"
Arnold sighed with a small smile. "Why didn't you ever tell me that ...you were Cecile?"
"Oh…" she let escape her lips. She froze not sure of what to say, but she decided to just be honest.
"Well….at the time I wanted to spend time with you on Valentine's day, because I had a crush on you and I wanted to know what you thought of me…" She said not wanting to speak about any current feelings for him since they were just friends.
"You could have just asked me."
Helga rolled her eyes. "Yeah right…so you would stare at me like a deer caught in headlights and laugh…no."
Arnold chuckled a little. "Now I would have been surprised, but I wouldn't have laughed…I enjoyed that dinner with 'Cecile' and wondered for years who she was."
"So when did you realize it was me?"
"Um….around the time we started hanging out as friends, I almost wanted to smack myself for not realizing it sooner because it was so obvious to me at that point."
"How?" Helga asked.
Arnold looked her up and down. "You look like Cecile, well an older version and you act like her too."
Helga and Arnold stared at each other, both feeling a strong attraction, but neither of them feeling secure enough to do anything about it.
"Oh…" Helga replied finally breaking his eye contact. "This isn't awkward…" She mumbled.
"Sorry…" He said scratching his head. "I didn't mean to make things awkward…bringing that up."
"It's okay I knew you would figure it out eventually I mean even you aren't that dense."
"Thanks Helga." He answered with some sarcasm in his voice.
Helga giggled to herself as she started looking at his photo album again and when she was done she got up and eyed his movie collection he had next to his TV stand.
"Hair boy?"
"Hmmm?" He asked still sitting on the floor.
"You're a Evil Twin fan….you have like all of them." She said with an open mouth shocked expression.
Arnold shrugged. "Yeah I always liked those movies. Don't you?"
"Yep, I love them."
"Most girls don't…"
Helga looked over her shoulder at him. "Football head have I ever been 'most girls'?" She said with a small smirk.
"Nope." He replied. "So do you want to watch one of them?" He asked.
"Sure….well maybe not because it's kind of late and-
"And you're scared." Arnold finished with an arrogant smile.
Helga scowled and huffed. "Did you hit that odd head of yours today or something? You're talking to Helga G. Pataki, I live for this horror stuff. I was gonna say before I was rudely interrupted…..that I didn't want to stop you from getting a full night sleep since you didn't get one before. I was thinking about you football head." She said with playful humor in her voice.
He laughed a little bit."Well thanks, but I'm fine."
Helga shrugged a little. "Well why not." She handed Arnold the DVD and he went to put it on.
"You want something to eat?" He asked. "Have you eaten?" He asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah at the diner, I get a discount on food which I love…"
Arnold turned down the lights off and sat down on the couch and Helga joined him. After watching the movie for several minutes both Helga and Arnold found themselves asleep. Arnold woke up first seeing that the movie was over and the credits were playing. He immediately noticed that Helga was laying on his chest and he had his arm around her waist. He didn't know how they got like that, but it felt like heaven to him and he didn't want to move, but he knew he had to out of respect for their friendship; not wanting things to get more awkward. He gently as possible move Helga so that her head was resting back on the couch; she slowly woke up due to his touch.
"What was that?" She asked with her eyes still half opened. She opened them and looked at the TV "Aw the movies over...I guess I fell asleep..."
"I did too." Arnold replied.
Helga raised her eyebrows. "So...maybe it's time we hit the hay...what do ya say?" She laughed at her own rhyme.
Helga laid down on the couch and immediately closed her eyes. "Can you get a comforter?" She asked Arnold.
"Helga...you're on my bed...I'm sleeping there remember?"
"Oh poo, I'll get off your bed..."Helga sighed, she was going to argue with him, but she really just wanted to go to sleep so she got up and climbed in his bed and made herself comfortable underneath the covers. "Goodnight hair boy. Sweet dreams." She said softly and then pulling the covers over her head.
Arnold smiled at her. "Sweet dreams...goodnight Helga." He said before turning off the light and leaving to get himself a comforter.
The next day when Helga was back home she peeked her head out her bedroom window and felt how nice it was and went to change her clothes so that she could go out for a jog; which she hadn't done in a while. She made a mental note to stay in crowded area so she decided to go to the park; which she would have anyway and remained very alert of her surroundings. She opted not to wear headphones as she wanted to be able to hear everything.
Meanwhile Arnold at the boarding house felt a little bored just being inside with the boarders who were doing their usual arguing and he looked outside his window and saw and felt how nice it was so he decided to go for a walk himself. He eventually found himself at the park and he went to a nearby bench to sit down and just enjoy the fresh air. As he looked down the trail he saw a young woman who resembled an angel running towards him her long hair pulled up in a ponytail swinging gracefully, her figure literally shaped like a slim figure eight, he immediately became almost hypnotized by the sight. He snapped out of his brief daydream when the girl got close enough that he could see it was Helga. "Wow." He whispered and he tried to walk away due to feeling a little embarrassed and awkward, but Helga spotted him.
"Arnold! Hey Arnold…." He stopped and watched her as she ran closer.
She leaned over panting and trying to catch her breath. "Football head were you just gonna leave without speaking…that's so not like you." She scowled a little at him placing her hands on her hips.
"No I just didn't know that was you at first..."
"Who else could I be?" She said with her palms up in a shrug pose.
Arnold played in his hair and shrugged a little. Helga grinned at his awkwardness she thought it was cute. "Anyway, with everything going on I forgot to thank you for what you did….talking to Principal Stuart for me and all that was really…well it was such an Arnoldy thing to do, but it was still really sweet. I appreciate that a lot."
Arnold smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder, Helga almost melted from the touch, and she nearly smacked herself trying to get rid of the goofy grin that she knew was taking over her face. She hated that all of sudden lately she had been getting so giddy whenever Arnold was close to her. "You're welcome Helga. I know you would have done the same for me" Arnold replied.
"I don't know if Gerald or Pheebs told you but due to your help along with Phoebe, she decided not to suspend me."
Arnold's eyes widen. "No they didn't tell me. That's great Helga." He pulled her into a big hug; Helga was overtaken with a rush of strong emotions that she hadn't felt for Arnold in particular in some time. She caught whiff of his scent, which she always found so intoxicating. Arnold pulled away from her reluctantly; he noticed how great it felt to hold her and how she fit inside his arms perfectly, but he had to remind himself that Helga was his friend. If was difficult for Arnold because it was as if Helga grew more beautiful every day.
"So…um hair boy….what are you doing out here anyway?"
"Nothing, I just decided to go for a walk and enjoy this great weather. What about you?"
Helga smirked. "Doi Arnold, I was jogging." She said gesturing at her clothes and the fact that she was sweating.
Arnold eyed Helga quickly, she really manage to make everything look great she was wearing simple workout attire that nearly every female athlete or girl working out at the gym wore. And even while sweating like a pig she just looked amazing to him. "Right…" He said nervously rubbing the back of his head.
She shrugged a little looking away from him. "But I was about done or at least that's what my body is telling me…." She finished with an awkward laugh.
"Oh…so would you like me to walk you home?"
Helga wanted to swoon as a result of his question bringing back old memories. Due to nostalgia taking over her she responded like she would have back when they were younger. "Sure…I mean whatever floats your boat Arnoldo." She said bumping into him slightly, both of them laughed a little bit.
As they walked home; Helga got a chance to stare at Arnold a bit who was staring downward at his feet. She got a chance to admire how handsome he looked and how much years of playing sports did great things for his body. Helga was always attracted to Arnold, even with his wide head and small nine year body, but now Arnold was a young man and it showed. He was a lot taller than Helga now, which took Helga some time to get use to. She loved how Arnold still had an innocence about him, but at the same time she felt so protected and safe with him.
Arnold smiled to himself at how comfortable and content he felt with Helga, even when they were quiet. He glanced at Helga out of the corner of his eyes. He thought of her as strong, stronger than most people both physically and mentally, but he still had this urge to make sure she was always safe and protected because as strong as she was he knew it was possible for her to get hurt. More than that he also just wanted to be around her in general, he grew to really appreciate and enjoy being around the tough and snarky side of her personality, while also wanting badly to be around her softer, sweeter and more caring side which he always knew was there.
Arnold started thinking about some past interactions with her when they were younger and then he find himself visualizing his future and saw Helga's face although his visions. He snapped out of I when he felt Helga blush up against him slightly and he turned to look at her.
Helga blushed a little at the sudden look from Arnold, but tried to recover. "What were you doing hair boy daydreaming again?"
"I guess you caught me…."
When they got on her front porch, Helga sat down immediately and Arnold sat down next to her. They just began talking and laughing about everything, school, work, everything.
"So are you sure you're gonna be okay staying here?" He said looking up to her bedroom window.
"Yeah Olga's going to be here and my mom's coming home.
"Okay that's good, but if anything happens...and I'm sure it won't...call me...after you call the police of course."
Helga smiles. "I know Arnold."
She went inside and took out her notebook to write:
'I'm intoxicated with thoughts of him…It wasn't just the way he looked. It wasn't just his flaxen hair or his warm smile or his emerald eyes. It wasn't just something corporeal. No, it wasn't just those qualities that made her fall for him. It was the way he spoke, how he managed to say the right thing at the right time to make a person feel special. The way he at times hid emotions behind his eyes making him at times appear mysterious, it was the way he considered others and thought before he spoke. It was the way he acted and his attitude. She didn't fall in love with an object. No, she fell in love with something much more precious. She fell in love with a soul.'
Later that day Jesse and some of his friends were leaving a club when he hears a familiar arrogant laugh. He turns and sees it coming from Roger Stanton himself.
"Son of a bitch." He mumbles.
"What?" his friends ask looking in the direction of Roger.
"That's the piece of shit that tried to rape Helga."
"Your ex?"
Jesse nodded as he put the phone to his ear calling the officer that had given him his number and let him know the location of the suspect Roger Stanton.
"So that's him? Man lets go kick his ass." One of his friend said starting to walk but Jesse stopped him.
He shook his head. "Naw…well not exactly, the cops should be here soon, we just have to hold him until they get here."
Jesse walked over to Roger. "Hey Rog, how's it going?"
"Hey, Jesse, I haven't seen you since…" He stopped talking and thought for a second. "I made the mistake of talking to that blonde trash….you started talking to her afterwards, I bet you fucked her though didn't you…you're one of those 'nice guys'." He said laughing and waving his friends goodbye. He leaned up against his car smoking a cigarette.
"Yeah that's about the last time I saw you."
Roger blew smoke almost purposefully at Jesse and threw his cigarette. As he turned around one Jesse's friends grabbed, threw him down punching him a few times in the stomach.
"Guys just hold him down." Jesse knelled down in front of him and spat in his face. "I would hit you, but I'm sure you'll get enough of that in prison. I hope they lock you up for a long time, but I know one thing if you ever put your hands on Helga again I will do whatever it takes to make sure you never walk again...I mean what kind of man hits a woman...you can't handle rejection is it?-"
"Jess dude I know you, I know you want to punch this guy in the face, come on just once or I'll do it." One of his friends said.
Before Jesse could even responded the some squad cars came flying around the corner.
She reread her own words and began thinking only to be interrupted by a knock on the door. "What?" She replied kind of in a annoyed tone.
"Can you let me in?" Her mother asked.
Helga jumped up and opened the door and hugged her mom.
"Hey dear." She gave Helga a kiss. "Look we just received a phone call from the police and officer Taylor who knew your name, I didn't get to the phone fast enough, but he left a voicemail. Helga what's this about?"
"A guy tried to rape me when I was leaving from work and I believe the same guy tried to break in here and assault me." She said rather bluntly.
Miriam's shoulder slouched and she looked like she was about to faint, but went and hugged Helga. "You didn't get hurt?" She asked as she examined Helga frantically.
Helga gave a closed mouth smile at her mom. "No he didn't hurt me..…except just a few bruises….well I need to call him back."
The officer informed Helga they have Roger Stanton in their custody after receiving a phone call of the location of the suspect from Jesse London. 19 year old Roger Stanton was picked up and Helga was called to come down so Miriam and Olga went with her and drove to the police station. Helga was asked to look at a lineup of suspects and she was immediately able to point him out. She immediately called Jesse afterwards to thank him and Miriam and Olga did as well. Helga and Jesse talked for a while and both were starting to feel at ease with each other as friends.
Helga was anxious to hear from the police about the details of the charges against him, but for right now she felt safe that he was locked up.
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