I'm going to say thank you every time. so uh.. Thanks again! Also, it's February break and I live in the middle of nowhere. I think this definitely kills time till school begins… so there will be quick updates… Sorry :O Also, I wish there were more Helena and Leon fanfiction because I pretty much read them all Anyways, hope you enjoy the chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own resident evil or its characters in any way.

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Sherry or Chris didn't end up coming to their 'date' and Helena learned Leon didn't ask them at all, he said he made other plans and that he didn't want to be interrupted. It was definitely worth hearing every bit of the story. Even though she held up an act of 'I don't care but tell me anyways' she really did care a lot. Helena was a stubborn woman, she stuck to whatever is usually said but could be persuaded with enough persistence that not many really tried to do. It was obvious to her new found friend Sherry that Helena was developing something for her older like brother, the two of them were quite the duo when their together.

"What's the word…? You know, where the guy puts you in the only spot you'll ever get? Friend zone?" Sherry sat in her comfortable blue beanie chair while Helena explored her over large room.

"What do you mean?" Helena immediately brushed her off as if it was a joke. She wasn't one to speak like a teenager in love because she knew she was much cool headed than that. Or so she thinks. After a little bit of exploring the room she found herself very odd. Everything that Sherry owned followed the colors of blue and white. Her bed sheets were a light and dark blue, her curtains were white, her walls were the color of the sky almost like that of a child's room. Despite her thought on that there was something else that gave the room such a mature feel. All of her items were neatly organized without any out of shape objects, her floor looked constantly vacuumed, and yet she still couldn't figure out what it was. A small desk pressed in the corner next to her bed with a pair of glasses on the edge with her homework piled neatly. Some sort of wall dresser that opened up to her closet. It was pretty big and definitely filled. More oak wood dressers stood pressed against the walls with small figurines of ballet dancers, adorned in more blue. Though her room was very cosy and that of what she represented, an elegant girl with respect and manners.

"You know exactly what I mean," Sherry giggled innocently, brushing through her short golden locks of hair with a brush that had large black bristles. Helena could only wish to live a life like this… it would all be fun till everything that was ever wanted was bought though.

"You won't give up, will you? It's been a couple of days and we hung out just that once as friends." A very unsatisfactory taste rolled off her tongue from that. Now Sherry really had her thinking about things she wouldn't ever normally care about. Leon friend zoned her? How does that even work when she hadn't really talked to him that much in the first place? She shook her head, earning Sherry to grip her head tightly to stop her from moving.

"He called you 'bro' what does that say? I'm trying to help you Helena. I've never really been in the friend zone but I hear it's hard to get out from." She patted the spot on the floor between her legs. She wanted to brush Helena's hair with her fancy comb. Her eyes begged after a moment of her not bothering to move. Sighing, she reluctantly turned her back to Sherry and let the girl have her way. Even though she couldn't remember the last time her someone brushed her hair, it would never get old. Mothers would do it to their daughters, sometimes father as well. Helena was always independent; she would push forward alone without anyone's help and kept it like that. It was odd, she knew she had the greatest life ever and yet something pulled her away from other people. Helena felt estranged as if she was an alien to others.

"I… I don't like him like that." Helena failed at lying. There were times when it would come out smoothly but now it comes out as if she was being forced to say it against her will.

"Who are you trying to deny it too? Me or you?" she was very gentle with each stroke that ran through her hair. The knots that had regenerated over the school day which slowly faded as her magical brush left her feeling better than most mornings when she had to do it herself, "I really want to see you smile."

"If you think I don't smile because I'm unhappy you're wrong. I'm more than happy, I really am… I'm just bad at expressing my feelings because I'm a stubborn ass. It's really fun to hang out with you, I can promise you that."

"Stop it you, you're sort of flattering me." She finished off with a nice pull of the brush to the middle and down, "Well, you shouldn't be so stubborn."

"I get that from my dad, I think it's genetic or something." Helena stood up from her position on the floor, sweeping a quick gaze to the door as a maid stood firmly with her head up.

"Supper, Ms. Birkin."

"Do you want to stay for supper, Helena?" She nodded, following the girl down her mansion like halls. The house was definitely that of two famous doctors, everything was so clean all the time and nothing was left untouched by any sort of cleaning product. How does anyone call such a lonely and quiet place home?

A butler pushed out a seat for Helena as they sat at an eight seat table, made from a dark colored type of maple wood. It gave such a warm feeling to the silent house, if that was even possible. Her parents were nowhere to be seen, there wasn't even a sign that they really lived there. Everything there looked like it was some sort of art exhibit from all the paintings.

"Where are your parents?" Helena looked around once again, hoping they were late.

"They work constantly so they're not home much. It's just us tonight."

"So, you eat alone a lot?"

"Yeah… It's okay though, I'm used to it." She smiled to cover up the loneliness she ever felt. Helena felt bad. Never would she be able to stay in a house this big alone all the time. It's kind of sad, even just the thought of being lonesome every day or majority of the year.

"You can come over to my house anytime you want… My mom wants to meet my friends and I think it would be awesome to have you over whenever you can. I'll warn you though… they're a tad odd but really amazing people." It may be quiet at her home but if she had company they would surely speak a little more.

"That's a nice offer but I can't intrude."

"What are you intruding on? It's not like we have plans every single day. My mom loves to cook all the time and to have an opinion that isn't from me or my dad would just make her day. How about tomorrow? It's a Friday."

"Sure. Only if you ask first, I don't want to come in unexpected." She returned to that smile that she always carried and there was a lift of excitement in her, "The only place I ever went over for supper was at Leon's. In a way, he was my only friend."

"Why hasn't anyone else befriended you? Why isn't Leon doing anything about it?"

"When he did help me, he got the crap beat out of him by Spencer in freshman year. I didn't like it so I said I would be fine alone. As you can tell it worked, he's popular and I'm an outcast."

"I hate how this school defines everyone by what they're into and what they like. It's not right, you know? To be honest, I would say that the popular kids are outcasts, who actually likes them? I know I don't like most of them. If they left for a week, does anyone realize how safe the halls would be?"

"Safe. The halls would be safe that's for sure. I never really thought about that in this way. The popular kids are the outcasts. They don't really fit in any group, I mean the music group and the technology group always work together…" Sherry pondered a little bit harder. Helena was more than glad to prove a point but she couldn't explain what Jake Muller's group would be… Their sort of like the popular group of teenagers in a way since they stick to themselves.

The conversation dropped as a gourmet meal dropped in front of them. Helena would love to steal this chef's recipe. Her mouth watered to the sight of chicken and vegetables, cooked with a very steady hand. It wouldn't last five minutes on her plate.

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The hallways were silent. Helena felt as if everyone was looking at her and for some reason they were. A look of disgust played most of the students, avoiding even being close to her. There was a cough from passing people saying 'slut' or 'disease.' Sherry was waiting by her locker with a look of urgent news, news which she didn't want to hear at all. The insults were pointing at her, making her feel a little like a target.

"Helena, there's a rumour going around about you sleeping with Jake Muller."

Her mouth dropped, "I slept with someone? Well, I must've been unconscious because I don't remember it. Why? Who started the rumour?" Helena put her books in her locker, looking at the disgusted stares of the other students.

"Who do you think? Ashley did and anyone who isn't in a group will believe it." Just as that was said a hand slammed against the locker in front of her. Jake Muller stood before them with an expression of a murderer. Helena thought she swallowed her tongue because something went down to her stomach and it didn't feel good.

"Do you think this is some sort of joke? I just lost my girlfriend because of your stupid fantasies." The anger in his voice rose as his blue icy sharp eyes sent daggers through her which created a scared feeling down her spine and back up. Goosebumps formed along her skin, she hadn't been afraid of anyone but this man that stood before her scared her shitless.

"Sorry bud, I didn't start the rumour but I do know who did." Her eyes avoided contact with his, fear of actually being stabbed.

"Who started it? I will kill them." The threat seemed more like a promise. His scar that lined along from the bottom of his left jaw and to the midpoint of his nose enhanced that promise he made too. Anyone who is everyone wondered the story of how he got it, a teenager doesn't always just get a scar that big.

"Ashley Graham." Sherry replied, I heard her saying it herself while in the bathroom.

"I don't understand why everyone always believes what she says… It's fucking terrible. I don't even fucking talk to her." His voice grew louder and the students who had been near fled in fear of him. Jake apparently spoke with his fists than with his mouth, "What's the plan?"

"I don't know, I've never really been in this situation. I guess tell them the truth."

"Oh yeah because they'll listen to the slut and the disease, this isn't a movie. Truth is people are horrible and selfish. Fix it or else."

"Shut up, your threats are stupid. If she really was your girlfriend she'd trust you more." Helena was pushed back into the locker with a loud bang, his hand curled beside her head as his eyes turned to slits. His warm and unstable breath blew against her face, he was beyond angry at this point and she was now just adding fuel to the fire.

"Shut the hell up, what would you know? You're probably some virgin girl who finds pleasure in this mess. Look, I made some fuck ups so it isn't a surprise she broke up with me. If you think one moment I'm afraid to hurt a girl… I'm not. No one gets special treatment." He slammed her locker as loud as he could, stomping off in a worse mood then he came. She let out her breath, not realizing she was even holding it. Jake was really serious, not that she wasn't, she did want this to end just as much as he did, but there was something else behind it that made it so serious. Of course she would be pissed if she lost her boyfriend to a rumour that wasn't true yet there was more than that… way more.

"I assume it isn't true then." Leon almost sighed in relief, "Ashley is just mad you beat up her boyfriend. It will pass, I promise, stupid things like this always does."

"You heard all that, huh?"

"He won't hurt you."

"I don't know about that, he seemed pretty serious." Said Helena, crossing her arms over her chest as a sigh of annoyance released.

"I won't let him." Her head jerked up meeting his. His vision was specifically on his phone, avoiding contact of any sort. There wasn't anything she could think of to say. When he said that to her she was so excited it was unbelievable, that it was a dream.

"It's a promise." She finally managed to mutter, taking Sherry by the arm and rushing away embarrassed. Even if he said that as friends it still meant a lot to her. Helena took them to their next class even though it was still lunch, "God, I'm such a nervous wreck."

"He did say he would protect you." Helena blew up in a mass of flush, her cheeks beaming a bright red, "You're so adorable when you're embarrassed. I think you should just tell him."

"No. He will never know. Change of subject, you still coming tonight? I told my mom and we're having poutines."

"Yeah, can I stay the night too? My mom said she's got a lot of work to prepare for and my dad was signed up for a new client, so he's got extra work to do as well."

"Sure, it'd be even more fun." Helena looked at the door, a dark figure passed by so quickly there wasn't any chance of seeing who it was. The two girls chattered to one another for the next half hour.

Class came too early for her. She opened her notebook to everything she worked on shredded into thick pieces. Slut was written heavily and cigarette ashes burned small black holes through her work. A small blade, thin and sharp, rested to the top of one of the sheets. If she could guess anyone to put this much hate in one day it could only have been Jake's girlfriend. The glares she gave after passing in the hall. They really didn't make her feel good about herself at all. Even her binder was wrecked; someone cut long holes in the fabric on the inside. All her pens were snapped in half and the ink stained whatever could have possibly been left. Two hours of school remained and Helena felt she couldn't make it. Not only did Ashley start an unknown war but she also started something wouldn't be able to finish. It wasn't very often Helena got mad, her composition was held calm. The most surprising thing about this is how fast it got to her.

"I'll buy you a new binder and you can rewrite all my notes," Uttered her blonde friend in a soft and low whisper that would hopefully defuse the situation, "It will pass over."

It wasn't just her binder, it was all of them. Slut was printed in bold letters along her locker that everyone had full access in seeing. How could she tell the truth now that someone had full hate towards her and is willing to ruin her reputation at school? People would begin to think it's true if she didn't speak up. When she opened her locker, trash spewed out in a large crash noise. All the cans of beer that had been thrown in there caused most of the noise. Her fellow students began to whisper about her, wondering if the rumor was actually true. If someone was willing to go this far to ruin her, why wouldn't it be?

Leon had pulled a garbage can next to her locker as he started to pick up the mess. Her day had started to become a total mess and here he is, pulling it back together like a teddy bear with an open slit. She bent down beside him to help clean the mess.

"You shouldn't have to clean the mess that I made."

"No, I should because I have courtesy. I don't think you're a slut, no matter what others say." He smiled at her. She nodded, letting her silence be her shame. Who lets someone else clean her mess? She felt she didn't deserve his kindness, he might be dragged down into the bottom of the pit with her, hell she didn't even deserve his presence either.

"Leon, you shouldn't be picking up someone else's trash. Let alone helping one." Spencer went to touch Leon but Sherry cut passed them to start helping as well. Ashley bent down next to her enemy, a smile pressed firmly to her lips.

"Tell me how it felt to have the school's dirtiest boy between your legs?" provoked Ashley with the sense of victory all over her.

"That's enough. Do you live to make yourself feel better or do you do it because you have no fucking life? We didn't sleep together. Get that through that small head of yours." He growled as he crouched low to help the three clean faster.

"That's not what the school thinks or that psychotic girlfriend of yours." She smiled, making a happy noise and bouncing off with her boyfriend in her arms. Jake ran his hand over ginger, buzzed cut, hair. He clenched his fist and shook it at Leon.

"What about you pretty boy? Aren't you going to at least help your girl a little bit?" He remained silent, caught up in his own thoughts.

"I'm not his girl… He's just being nice to me. Why are you helping? This isn't going to help the rumors." Her shoulders fell as the conversation finally began to push down on her. Leon still seemed to be in thought, maybe she accidently embarrassed him.

"I don't give a fuck, they can say what they want but I know it's not true and these two know. How about you ask your musician jarhead of a friend? He would believe you and so would those fellow new students of yours and they can help spread the word."

"That's not a bad idea… I'll talk to them." It didn't help bring up her mood, she was still pretty fixated on the fact Ashley could be such a horrible human being. Why would Leon want to hang out with someone as cruel as her? Or maybe he wasn't there for them but for Chris and Claire. After a moment, the bell rang for last class. All the students hustled by to their next classes, ignoring the four that were crouched in the middle of the hallway. Leon finally snapped out of his daze.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be more of help…"

"It happens. You guys better get to class, I have a lot of stuff to clean." If she could, she would cry. Although doing that would only give Ashley the satisfactory of winning so she'd need to keep that on the sidelines till this was over.

"I want to help," Sherry insisted.

"Where am I going to get my notes from if you don't go?" The blonde pouted, taking her next binder from her locker and running off to class. Jake left without hesitation leaving Leon to help instead. Helena motioned with her head for him to go but he was going to stay no matter what.

"If this helps you, I would be more than glad to help. I'm kind of a huge wimp when it comes to them." Helena wasn't the only one feeling shameful, Leon used to be someone who stood up for everyone and anyone of the situation didn't seem right to him. After that incident near the end of the school year in grade nine when Spencer beat the hell out of him everything came to a stop. Now that Helena was here, he wanted to bring the better Leon back, the one who thought he was an equal than a better asshole. Both of them sighed grumpily, leading to the two of them looking at each other with a small smile.

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The two girls entered the small, yet humble, home of Helena Harper. It gave anyone who entered the feeling of being welcomed. It was definitely clean and kept order by the wife and mother of the household. So many cute quotes hung on the wall on small blocks of wood created with love. As they entered into the living room from the boot room they were surprised by a woman with long dark brown hair that was kept in a low ponytail falling to the middle of her back

"Welcome home, Lena and her friend Sherry!" Her enthusiasm was definitely something worked on beforehand. On her waist was an apron that was partially covered in flour, "I made a cake. I hope you're not allergic to marble or chocolate icing." She was wearing a light layer of make-up that took away the bags that once rested underneath her eyes.

"That sounds really great, Mrs. Harper." Sherry smiled.

"Call me Eileen, Mrs. Harper was my mother-in-law." Her hands rested on her hips, a soft smiling playing kindly.

"That was really cliché, mom. Anyways, how was your day?"

"Great, your father had a good day too. He's been a little sore but that's the pills… and the note came in. His surgery is three weeks from now."

"Is it major or minor surgery?" her mom was kind of hesitant on saying more since there was the presence of Sherry. From the looks of it, her father's surgery was leaning towards major. Helena led her friend upstairs and to her room, she didn't want to hear anymore. It was a conversation that could be settled tomorrow. They placed their bags by the door while entering the large room. A bed was pressed in the corner layered with black and purple sheets: her bed was that of a queen's size. There wasn't exactly much other than a casual brown dresser with three drawers, a stand for her television, and a closet. The walls were a dark purple with black designs the curled out of each corner like a tree. Not only that but amongst her walls were paintings and art, some made by her herself.

"Wow, your room is so you. When they say you can tell a person by their room it's true. Everything does represent you." Sherry hopped on the soft padded bed that sunk in very comfortable to her weight.

"I think so, I got to paint it and I really love purple." Once again, silence began to fall. "Alright, ask. What do you want to know?"

"About your dad, what's wrong with him?" The question was bound to come sooner or later.

"He has cancer."

"What kind?"

"It started as colon cancer but spread to his lungs and chest."

"What stage is it at?"

"It's at stage four. I'm pretty positive about the whole thing, so I don't need sympathy. With good hopes and attitude everything will be alright."

"That's great! My prayers are with you too!" she fell back in the bed, "I think I need a nap, today was crazy."

"Yeah, maybe even insane, if that even explains it." She propped herself beside Sherry, looking at the designs of butterflies on her roof colored in black. Everything, hopefully, will slowly go back to normal. If she was lucky the hard part passed and what's coming next will only be easier. But who's to tell what will happen? She sure can't.

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Thaaaaaaaaaanks! I would've had this story up this morning but my computer did a reset thinga majiggy and I had to start allllll over. D: I should probably save more often.

I really hoped you like it and give me some heads up on what you thought. I`m also going to say this because I have one more year of school… Highschool is complicated and it involves a lot of drama. ;-; Anyway, keep reading!