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A Broken Heart

Chapter 70: Dates and More Trouble

Previously

"So, we still up for the game at your place?..."Helga asked.

"Yep, follow by what I believe to be an evening filled with ice scream sundae's at Slaucens...'Drake said as he put his arm around her.

Helga giggled until they heard the bell ringing, signalling that they have to get to class and fast.

The happy couple soon left to class, not wanting to risk getting detention and spoiling their plans this afternoon.

Unknown to them, a pair of eyes had seen them from a far...and was glaring at them, at Drake in particular.

"Soon...soon she will see that she is too good for the likes of you, Mad Dragon...just you wait..."This person said from the shadows.


The rest of the school day has passed and Helga and Drake were once again at his apartment. Drake's mother was still at work and his aunt Rosita and cousin Hector were here to keep an eye on them.

Helga was more exasperated than annoyed, as she whispered this to her already embarrassed boyfriend.

"I know your mom's busy at work, but do they have to watch us like that?..." Helga asked as she glanced over the back of the couch.

She could to Drake's Aunt and his cousin peeking every few moments from the kitchen. The two were purposely being non-discreet, as their eyes somehow gave away their presence.

"My family knows how powerful hormones are and Hector es una idiota who wants an excuse to bother us..."Drake muttered.

Helga chuckled a bit, as she knew just enough of Spanish to know how Drake referred his cousin as.

Despite being embarrassed by the "babysitting situation", Drake was just happy to have her here with him. He couldn't resist as he placed his hand on hers.

Helga chuckled a bit and then noticed that his hand was on hers. She smiled a bit. However, the mood was ruined when Drake's cousin Hector came barging in, carrying some soda's for them, apparently to "offer" them.

"Here you go, love birds...'Hector said in a teasing way, much to Drake's irritation.

"Caramba, Hector! Nos puedes dejar en paz! Me estas volviendo loco!...'Drake said in Spanish, while Hector chuckled.

"Oye,yo solo estoy jugando con tigo primito! Te dejo con tu novia, ahora..."Hector said in Spanish, before leaving to the kitchen, still chuckling up a storm.

Helga looked confused, as she wasn't fluent enough in Spanish to get that whole exchange.

"Uh...what exactly did you say to him, and vice verse?..."Helga asked and Drake sighed.

"Don't ask..."He said, before turning to her.

"I'm sorry that this...you know that Hector thinks he is some big comedian. He's beyond annoying when he gets like that..."Drake said.

Helga just sent him a half smile.

"Hey, don't sweat it. As for annoying, just try an afternoon with my sister, you'll see that your cousin is nothing big..."Helga said.

Drake smirked when he heard that.

He wished that he could do more than just hold her hand right now, but his aunt and his cousin are in the kitchen right now and could walk in on them any second.

And the last thing he wants is to give his well-meaning but totally annoying older cousin any more ammunition to tease him.

The two of them continued to watch the game together until it ended, with Drake's favorite team winning, yet again.

"YES! WE WON!..."Drake said in excitement as he even jumped up and was now standing on the couch, an ecstatic grin on his face.

"THE PIONEERS RULE!...'Drake exclaimed, while Helga looked up in amusement at this.

"Easy there, big boy..."Helga chuckled.

Just then, Rosita came in, with more snacks but she saw her nephew.

"Drake Pedro Sanchez! Get down before you hurt yourself..."Rosita ordered and Drake obeyed.

"Sorry titi Rosi...but our team won...'Drake said, looking excited.

"That's nice, querido...Anyway, I brought some more chips, enjoy.."Rosita said as she placed the extra plate of snacks on the coffee table, before going back to the kitchen.

Helga took a fist full of chips, while Drake was still buzzing in glee.

"Man, that was a really close game but as always, The Pioneers are on top..."Drake said, looking pleased.

"I say this calls for a celebration..."Drake said and Helga raised a brow.

"What do you have in mind?..."Helga asked.

"I say that right after those ice cream sundae's, you and me go get some victory pizza..."Drake said and Helga grinned.

"Sweet..."Helga said, pleased with this.


Later

After a nice, peaceful afternoon of ice cream and pizza, Drake and Helga were now walking through the park, both for the scenery and to burn off the extra carbs they just consumed.

They were holding hands as they kept discussing recent events, in both sports and their relationship.

"So, I was thinking that after we win the championship and the team does the inevitable victory celebration, you and I can have our own private celebration, just you and me..."Drake said flirtatiously.

Helga sent him a coy, amused eye roll.

"Uh, shouldn't we actually have to make it to the championships, before we make celebration plans? We haven't even made it to the semi finals yet..."Helga pointed out.

"Hey, with my number one teammate by my side, that trophy is as good as ours..."Drake said as he place his arm over her shoulder, bringing her closer to him.

Helga flushed a bit, smiling too.

"This is nice..."Helga thought, still smiling.

Sure, her life still isn't so easy, between her family's semi poverty and...her complicated relationship with Arnold now, but Drake's affection is enough to make her feel better.

Drake's affection bring this warm, if not also optimistic feelings that things will be...alright.

Sure, this isn't the passionate love affair she used to fantasize whenever she daydreamed about Arnold but what she has with Drake is...real.

Yeah, real.

Helga no longer had any doubts in her head about Drake; she likes him. A lot!

Sure, it was more a of learning process, with a bit of bumps on the road, but she trusts and cares about him enough to not just allow him into her life, but also in her heart.

She knew now more than ever that Drake Sanchez is a real guy, with real feelings, who is really interested in her and who has done nothing but be honest, to some extent, actually shows that he cares about her, as well as proving to her countless times that she is indeed worthy of someone's affection and...love.

Yes, this is real and Drake isn't a love God, but neither was Arnold, she has long accepted that. Drake is just a nice, if flawed guy, but he is real and he truly cares about her.

That's what should matter, nothing else. And she realizes that this is what it means to be in a real and loving relationship.

Yes, Helga is pleased with herself that she had allowed him into her life.

It's not a fairy tale romance but it's something that is real.

It's real, it's true and it's nice.

"Hey Helga..."Drake said, getting her attention.

"Yes..."Helga said.

He smiled at her and held her hand a little tighter.

"Oh, nothing..."He said but he still smiled at her.

Helga has learned to like that smile of his very, very much.

The two of them remained like that for a few second and Drake leaned forward, his intentions very clear. Helga closed her eyes, non-verbally giving him permeation, but before they could do anything...well...

This happened.

"HELGA!..."

Helga snapped out of it when she heard the last voice she ever wanted to hear, especially right now.

"Criminy! Not him! Not here!..."Helga thought in dread as she turned around and saw who was approaching her and Drake.

"BOB?!..."Helga exclaimed in shock as she instinctively held onto Drake.

"Who?..."Drake whispered.

"My dad and our worst nightmare!..."Helga whispered back, while Drake eyes widened upon hearing this.

Bob Pataki marched up to them and grabbed his daughter by the arm and yanked her away from Drake.

"LITTLE LADY! JUST WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING, AND WITH THIS BOY?!..."Big Bob yelled at her.

Helga pulled her arm away from him and answered in a just as hostile tone.

"Nothing, obviously!..."Helga shouted.

"DON'T LIE TO ME! I KNOW THAT YOU HAVE BEEN SNEAKING AROUND WITH THIS PUNK!..."Bob shouted as he pointed to Drake.

"So, this is her dad, huh?..."Drake thought, not happy with this at all.

He also didn't like how he just referred to him.

"Hey, lighted up, we didn't do anything wrong..."Drake said, while Bob sent him a glare.

"YOU STAY OUT OF THIS!..."Bob shouted, but Drake wasn't scared of him.

He remained unfazed by the hulking man's anger. He has seen worse than Mr. Pataki back when he was still at military school.

"Bob! What are you even doing here?!..."Helga demanded, wondering how her stupid father even ended up here.

"Looking for you! Olga, you're too young to be dating! Besides, I need you to help sell beepers!..." He shouted.

"My name is Helga! And do you seriously still think people are coming there?!..."Helga shouted at him.

"DON'T SASS ME!..."Bob yelled.

"DON'T YELL AT HER!..."Drake shouted as he came to Helga's defense.

Bob just glared even more at him.

"SHUT UP, YOU PUNK!..."Bob yelled.

"I KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU! I KNOW THAT YOU ARE A JUVENILE DELINQUENT WITH A RECORD THE SIZE OF TEXAS! STAY AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER OLGA, EVEN IF HER SISTER IS THE BETTER ONE!..."Bob yelled.

Sure, Drake had a lot to be angry right now, but hearing Bob say that about Helga, with her within ear shot was unbelievable, especially as he knew how much Helga hated her dad and how much she hated when she got compared to her sister.

He really didn't take kindly to this.

"First, she just said that her name is Helga! And seriously? You're playing favorites with your kids?!..." Drake called him out.

"You have no right to say she's second best or anything like that! Also, how the heck can you mix up your own kid's name?!..."Drake shouted in Helga's defense.

"You have no right to talk to me that way!..."Bob yelled at him.

"You think I'm scared of you?..." Drake challenged.

Bob got closer to the younger boy's face, glaring at him menacingly, really looming over him due to his large size and the fact that Drake is just a kid.

"Give me a reason, punk!..."Bob threatened. Drake didn't back down, if anything he just continued to glare at him.

Helga intervened before Drake ended up saying something to make the situation even worse than it already was.

"How are you even here? Who told you about Drake?..."Helga demanded.

"One of your friends came to me and told me that not only have you been dating some punk, but it's a punk with a record too!..."Bob said and both kid's eyes widen.

'What?! Who told you?..'Drake demanded.

"Some blonde boy your age, I forget his name...anyway, that's not important..."Bib Bob said, before turning to his angry daughter.

"A blonde boy?..."Helga questioned, only for the Pataki Patriarch to grab her by the arm once more.

"You're coming home with me, right now, little missy!..."Big Bob shouted, before turning to Drake.

"And as for you, if I see you anywhere near my daughter again, I'll call the cops on you!..."Big Bob threatened before he grabbed his resisting daughter to the beeper store where they called home.

"Helga!..."Drake called but Mr. Pataki, despite being big, was already out of the park before Drake could properly react.

He was still too shocked by this development, especially with the bit of information that Mr. Pataki just said.

Once it sunk in, the dark haired boy frowned...hard!

"Oh, he didn't..."Drake whispered as he clenched his fists so hard, they were turning white and his fingernails were practically digging into his flesh.

He is so not happy right now.

He is FUMING!


At The Beeper Store

Helga was dragged against her will back to her family's crippling beeper store and she was once again in a shouting match with her father.

That's nothing new.

What is new is that it's in regards about Helga's relationship with Drake and her father's disapproval. Feeling utterly shocked and embarrassed at his father's behaviour, Helga held nothing back.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST DID THAT?! HOW COULD YOU TREAT DRAKE LIKE THAT?!..."Helga yelled at her father.

"HOW COULD YOU DATE A BOY WITH A CRIMINAL RECORD!? DO YOU KNOW HOW THAT WOULD MAKE OUR FAMILY LOOK?!..."Bob yelled at her.

Helga rolled her eyes at that, and crossed her arms.

"FIRST, DRAKE IS NOT A CRIMINAL! SECOND, I DOUBT ME DATING HIM IS GOING TO HURT OUR FAMILY'S REP ANYMORE THAN WHAT YOU'VE ALREADY DONE TO IT!..."Helga shouted and Bob got angrier.

"Zip it, young lady! I mean seriously, some gang member! That goody-two-shoes orphan Alfred was bad enough but at least he's not some juvenile delinquent..."Bob said in a harsh tone.

Helga glared even harder at that, her teeth were practically grinding right now.

At that point, Miriam Pataki came into the store, yawning. She barely pays attention to what's going on when she sees this. She just sees her daughter yelling at Bob again.

"She's acting out again..." She thought indifferently as she grabbed another of her smoothies from the mini fridge, while Helga kept yelling at her father.

"His name is Arnold and we never dated and he is NOT an orphan, his parents came back!..."Helga said..."And as for Drake, he is not a delinquent anymore, he faced his time and hasn't done anything since! He's a nice guy!" Helga yelled, starting to get angrier.

Once she was done, Miriam came in, with the smoothie she got from the fridge.

"Who's a nice guy? That Arnold boy?..." Miriam asked absent-mindlessly as she came in

"Miriam, different guy..." Bob corrected his wife.

"It's some delinquent punk who should be behind bars..."Bob said and Helga practically growled.

"Drake is not a delinquent! And stop saying that! He's not a felon! He's a nice guy and he's my boyfriend!..."Helga yelled.

Miriam, barely understanding this entire situation, only absorbing bits from her husband, turned to her daughter, in a rare moment of interest. And not in the way Helga would have liked.

"Helga sweetie, as fun as bad boys are, you should stay away from them. Don't make the same mistake I made..."Miriam said to her daughter.

"Exactly! Wait? What?!..." Bob said after taking a moment to process what his wife said.

Helga didn't care. She was too busy wondering how things have gotten so bad, so fast.

"Drake is NOT a bad boy! He hasn't done anything even close to bad for a really long time and you guys have no right to judge him!..."Helga yelled at them.

"Criminy! Bob just comes over and start insulting Drake! And now Miriam is just siding with him! How can this get worse?..." Helga thought furiously.

She didn't take kindly to the fact that her blowhard father had to get huffy to her about HER boyfriend, or the fact that her

"Don't you yell at me, young lady! I'm your father and you'll do what I say!..." Bob said and Helga just rolled her eyes. "Miriam, back me up..."He ordered as he turned to his wife.

"Helga, listen to your father..." Miriam said, still only half aware of the real situation.

Helga heard this and decide to response with sarcasm before violence...for once.

"Sure, AFTER he stops being a dinosaur by getting rid of your crummy beepers and start selling phones, so we can finally move out of this lousy store!..."Helga yelled.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY ABOUT MY BEEPERS?!..." Bob yelled.

Helga was outraged to see that even after all of this, Bob's beepers still mattered more to him that his own daughter's feelings and her mother is more concern with her lousy smoothies than actually bothering to hear her side of the story.

"Criminy! Why do I even bother here?...'Helga thought.

"Listen here, you're forbidden to see that boy ever again! You're forbidden to see ANY boy!..."Bob yelled.

"You can't do that!..."Helga yelled.

"I just did!..."Bob yelled back.

"It's for your own good, Olga..." Miriam said.

That made Helga even angrier, she didn't hold back anymore, not that she ever did.

"MY NAME IS HELGA! HELGA! HELGA! H-E-L-G-A! HELGA!..." Helga shouted in a voice so loud, it actually kind of startled her mother.

"Honey, I-

"SHUT UP! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR THIS ANYMORE! YOU TWO IDIOTS CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER MY NAME MOST OF THE TIME AND WON'T SHUT UP ABOUT HOW GREAT MY SISTER IS, SO WHY DO YOU CARE WHO I SEE?!..."She screamed and Bob got angrier.

"Now listen here-

Helga didn't listen. She refused to deal with this anymore.

"Criminy!..."She muttered as she walked passed them, ignoring her father's continuous yells.

Helga was now walking to her 'room' , not even looking at her still angry father. She started grabbing her possessions, stuffing them in a bag before throwing it over her back and she walked passed her father, on her way to the door.

"And where do you think you're going?...Bob demanded, his face turning red.

Helga growled louder but refused to look at him any longer.

"WHAT DO YOU CARE?! YOU GOT OLGA!..." Helga snapped while Miriam actually put her drink down, noticing the direction where her daughter is going.

"Helga, where are you going?..."Miriam asked, still barely coherent right now.

"Out! And don't expect me to come back either!..."Helga yelled.

"Stop right there!..."Bob ordered but his daughter kept walking.

Bob got angrier and angrier with each of her defiant foot steps.

"If you step one foot out there Olga, you're grounded! This family needs to sell beepers , not spend time with some Mexican punk!..."He spat.

Helga did stop, but not for the reason Bob's wanted. She just turned around to say this.

"First, for the thousandth time, My name is Helga, Bob! HELGA! Second, Drake is not a punk! And third, his family is Puerto Rican!..."Helga corrected.

Her dad didn't listen, he just kept ranting.

"And another thing, if you were going to go for a boy, why not find some rich fella whose accomplished something, like your sisters old fiance, Doug..."Bob said and Helga looked ready to hit something

So she did.

"Oh, what the heck?..."Helga thought as she spitefully punched a nearby beepers display, making it collapse.

"Helga!...'Miriam yelped in surprise.

"THAT'S WHAT I THINK ABOUT YOUR STUPID BEEPERS!..." Helga shouted while her mom looked surprised and her dad looked furious over her most recent act.

"Oh, and FYI about your dear friend Doug... he was gonna scam you for everything and dump Olga for some chick named Linda!..." Helga said matter of factory before storming out, slamming the door behind her.

She ignored her fathers demands for her to return and to clean up the mess she made. She also ignored her mother's saying her habitual phrase of "I need another smoothie".

She just kept heading to Phoebe's house. She just needed to get away.

Unknown to her, someone had been spying on her argument from a distance, looking pleased for some reason.

"Soon..."He whispered as his eyes remained fixated on the fuming blonde girl.


Meanwhile

With Drake

Drake was mad.

No, scratch that.

He was livid! He was furious! He was peeved off!

Today had been so nice, he had been spending a nice, calm afternoon with his precious girlfriend, only for her father to catch them together and forbid her from seeing him.

And what's worse, if seems someone tipped him off over his...past actions.

And there is only one person Drake knew who would have the motive to do such an awful thing to them.

"That Arnold! Just wait until I get my hands on him!..."Drake thought in anger, as he knew that Arnold is the most likely suspect.

After all, he had been the one to spill his secret at school, and it seems he went to the next step.

"How dare that little football headed weasel do this to Helga!..."Drake thought, his anger getting worse.

As if, spying on him with that camera and in class wasn't enough, now he had to go and tattle on him to his girlfriends dad.

What is this? Kindergarten ?

As Drake still kept walking, his anger to Arnold still growing, however his thoughts soon went to the angry, Mr. Pataki, along with sympathy for Helga.

Today was his first meeting with his girlfriend's father and it went bad in the worst possible way.

"Dios Mio, no wonder Helga never wants me to drop her off at home! Her dad is an angry lunatic!..."Drake thought, as he thought about the man's anger, hostility, along with his bizarre fixation with beepers.

Who uses beepers anymore, anyway?

However, Drake needed to focus on the one person he has to find and..talk to.

Arnold...

"If I remember, Stinky mentioned that Arnold lives in some kind of boarding house on Vine Street.."Drake thought as he kept walking.

He soon found what he was looking for.

The Sunset Arms boarding house and inside it, the person he needs to...speak to!

Drake marched up the steps of the boarding house that the weasel lived in. He knocked on the door as loud as he could.

Soon the door opened and a Asian man greeted him.

"Yes, can I help you, young man?..."The Asian man asked.

Drake blinked, feeling confused.

For some reason, this man looked familiar to him, but he doesn't know where.

Drake shook his head, trying to focus here. He has more pressing issues than the familiarity of some stranger.

Keeping his anger in check and his focus, he said this in the most composed voice possible.

"I'm looking for Arnold Shortman, does he live here?..."Drake asked, trying hard not to spit Arnold's name out like a curse.

"The man nodded, with a large grin on his face.

"Yes, he does! But Arnold's not here right now, he and his parents are out... is it something important?..."He asked.

Drake heard this and bit back a frustrated groan.

"Figures! That little rat knew that I would come here to look for him...'Drake thought, trying to control his temper.

He heard what the man said. Drake shook his head.

"No, it can wait sir..." Drake turned to walk away, when it hit him.

"Wait, are you Mr. Hyunh the country singer?..." Drake asked and the man nodded.

"Yes,you know me?..."The man asked.

Drake nodded, still surprised.

Drake usually doesn't listen to country music but thesong that he sang, "The Simple Things", helped him through his time after the Mad Dragons incident.

It really put things into perspective for him, which he told Mr. Hyunh.

"Uh, you probably get this a lot but could I take a picture with you?..."Drake asked, feeling silly.

Sure, he has a lot to worry about now, but how often do you get to meet a former country star, anyway?

Mr. Hyunh nodded, posing with Drake for a selfie. Drake politely thanked him before walking off.

He had no reason to stay since Arnold isn't here and he had no clue when he was coming back, but Drake, while not a patient guy, is not a fool.

Arnold can't hide from him forever and the second he sees him, he is going to make him know perfectly well that this is strike three.

And he is officially OUT!

-To be continued-

Next time on A Broken Heart

Forbidden Fury


A/N: Special thanks to Anonymous Latino, BeConfuzzled Writer, 61394 and NeoMark for their help. You guys are the best ;)


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