Chapter Four

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Helena remained in her bed, the sheets curled into her chest tightly while her thoughts about going to school that day haunted her. She went over the pros and cons about how her day would end or how it would even begin? Would she have to resolve to violence? If she did would Sherry still be her friend? So many questions flooded her mind, recalling the events of Friday. A strong feeling began to pull on her heart as she thought of Leon. She wondered how long it would take for them to hide away their friendship like his friendship with Sherry. If it came to that she would much rather not talk to him at all. Monday was going to kill her.

Outside, the rain poured heavily against her window. Small rhythmic tatters caused by the rain on her home gave her a relaxing feel that she really needed. It was soothing her, allowing her to forget what she worried about and release her tensed shoulders. It all was interrupted by her phone vibrating on the dresser loudly, not stopping till she answered it. Helena answered it, putting it to her ear.

"Yeah?" Her answer was groggy, she sounded exhausted as well as annoyed.

"Is it a bad time?"

"No! No, just getting used to the light." She lied,

"It's raining." She face palmed, feeling like a total dork. Only Leon could make her this nervous, he always did. When he did make her nervous she sprouted like a kettle on a stove and lost all conscious mind and spoke in jibbers, "I wanted to see if you're okay, if you're still coming to school."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know, I'm glad you're still coming."

"Why did you call? Are you really that worried?"

"And if I am? Is it bad?"

"No, it's not bad. It's really relieving someone other than Sherry cares. Thank you, Leon."

"It's not a problem. See you later…" She hung up, rolling on back and resting the back of her hand on her forehead. Helena was freaking out on the inside. Is she slowly overcoming the friend zone Leon had put her in? Was she even in it to begin with? Helena isn't very good with guys, let alone reading them.

She got out of bed, grabbing a pair of jeans from the bottom of one of her drawers throwing them on. Next was a basic tight black t-shirt that exposed her arms and her chest a bit. Helena threw a light sweater on, brushing through her hair quickly while rushing downstairs. Her mother was making breakfast, the sizzling being a big sign of bacon. She took a seat next to her adorable little sister who had a mess of scrambled eggs all over her high chair table. It was surprising to see her mother was in such a high mood, that`s when her father walked in from his room. The expression of Helena changed and there was nothing but awe on her face. Her father was usually sleeping constantly, never really coming out to have any meals, and the only time he did was when he was feeling better. This had definitely brightened her day immediately.

"Good morning, dad." She greeted, definitely being happier than usual.

"Morning, Lena." He looked better, though his hair greyed a lot over the course of the years, and his smile never changed which was really good on the atmosphere of the house. He never looked down once and always kept his head up in spirit. It was something she could say she was proud to look up to, he was her idol.

A plate of bacon, eggs, sliced up potato's, with a nice side of toast, was placed in front of her. Food was her life and is she could she would eat all day if she could. Though she has been picking up a few pounds, or so she thinks.

After breakfast was finished, she looked around for an umbrella. There wasn't one to be found, her closets came out empty, even the basement there wasn't one and her raincoat hadn't even been unpacked yet.

"You're not going out without a jacket young lady." Mom crossed her arms till the air filled with a smell of burnt toast. She skittered away in a hassle, leaving Helena to sneak out. She looked at the car her mom is going to take to work later. Helena really needed a job, that way she wouldn't have to walk to school every day and could actually afford a car… if she doesn't graduate first.

The water didn't take long to start getting her wet, it softly pressed it drops till it layered body into a complete wet mess. It was quite the timing for the weather to match her mood, even though her father brought up her good spirit that didn't make the other problem go away. All the clouds passed by dreadfully slow which concluded a constant rainfall for the next couple of days. Feeling the cold rain that pressed to her face felt new, it was as if she was feeling it for the first time and oddly enough it was pretty refreshing. She drew in a slow and long breath, letting it out even slower. It was cold enough for her warm breath to show up so she thought she better quicken her pace.

She stopped in front of the school, looking up to the words 'Raccoon City Highschool' written along the brick wall by one of the side doors. From the outside the words seemed much more welcoming then the school really is… if only she could go back in time and re-do the day she fought Spencer. Instead of hurting him, she could have just negotiated as to why the hell they touched Sherry, or why Ashley did.

"I thought you'd be a little later than usual." An umbrella propped over her head, she turned to see her crush standing in his graduation sweater with a pair of slack blue jeans. He was good-looking as ever and never changed a bit. If only he was a photo, that way she could stare all she wants and no one would know.

"Just a little…" Her voice was too low for his liking, the way her body had been drenched was very annoying. Leon didn't like the way she let herself get so wet, it would lead to a cold and there would be nothing he could do after that.

"Let's get inside." He pushed her by her back gently, if only she knew the consequences of the rain. She stood in the boot room with Leon, looking around for any sign of the she-devil. Her presence was to be avoided at all costs. If anyone could make things worse it'd be the cause itself, "Take off your sweater." Helena jerked her head to him with a look of confusion. He was already taking his off by the time she fully realized what he was doing.

"But-

"But nothing, you'll get sick." She slowly did the same, looking around nervously. No one was around or close enough to see what they were doing. Helena was nervous, she was about to put on his sweater that had his name and last name written on the side. And not to mention all the sports he's been involved with. Leon ridded of her sweater, tossing it over his forearm. Helena stretched on arm into the sleeve, slowly putting the other in, and beginning to zip it up. The size was definitely large on her and the way it was baggy seemed all too cute.

"It's so soft and fuzzy on the inside." She blushed and he wasn't sure if it was because she was cold or actually embarrassed. Anyone would admit she was adorable, not to her or him since it looked like they were a couple now.

"Yeah, it suits you." Her eyes widened and he bolted off within that minute. Once he was out of sight, she rested her hand to her heart and felt the quickening of its pace. He always did that to her, no matter what he said. This small crush she had on him seemed to get bigger every time.

Walking down the hall was harder than ever, the gazes and looks she got at the sweater was unbelievable and very much complimenting. There was a small feeling inside her that said they doubted he gave it to her. For all she knew, they could start something far worse than what is going on between Ashley and her.

"You two are dating?!" Sherry shouted at Leon so everyone could hear. He smacked his palm into his face while looking the opposite direction Helena arrived in. No one could be more embarrassed than he was.

"Are we dating? Since when?" she looked at her blonde friend who was absolutely baffled on what was going on. Leon shook his head, refusing to speak.

"You tell me, why are you wearing his sweater?" She nudged them both, "Did you finally decide to tell him?" His gaze stared her down while she shoved her hand to Sherry's mouth.

"She meant about hanging out again, I didn't want to ask…" That sounded less embarrassing then admitting her feelings. Rejection was something she didn't want to feel… not yet at least.

"Ah… you could've just asked, I don't have much planned anymore. What were you thinking?" Shit. Helena hadn't planned that far, she only made up the excuse.

"Well… To be honest I haven't really thought that much. It was hard enough to just ask." Her hands stuck to Sherry's mouth, who was obviously very disapproving of Helena's cover up, as her eyes never left his.

"I don't see a chance of hanging out outside. We could probably chill at your place or mine if you want."

"How about yours?" she let go of sherry and clasped her hands together in front of her mouth. Leon nodded, looking around so they weren't just staring at each other.

"Tonight?" he muttered quietly so only she could hear it. There really was nothing planned for her Monday night and she nodded finally. He grabbed out his books for first class, slightly nudging her with his hip, "See you then." A great big smile left with him. He was now back to normal, she assumed he was embarrassed because he was giving his sweater to a girl who wasn't his girlfriend… maybe he did this with a lot of girls?

"So, now you two have a date?"

"Sherry." Helena whined.

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Helena sat in her room, pacing back and forward while she sat on the phone with Sherry. From how fast she was walking there was definitely something up. Even the way her hands brushed though her hair over and over, it was unbelievable that it was actually Helena.

"We managed to avoid her all day… That's crazy." Sherry exclaimed.

"We were like ninja's! Only we were cooler and not on a mission to murder someone."

"Well, keep that up for five more months and she's out of here." It sounded like sarcasm. Helena knew it was because it's impossible to do that. They would have to stand up to her somehow, get her out of the way so there wouldn't be any more problems, "So, have you decided what you wanted to wear to Leon's?"

"No idea… Maybe I should wear my birthday suit?" That made Sherry giggle cutely, she was definitely in a better mood then she was during their day of hide and no seek.

"He might enjoy that, not sure about his parents though. They're really awkward, and definitely nice people, though."

"Awkward how?" she took a seat in front of her closet, rummaging through some basic wear. Nothing but plain t-shirts, sweats, and jeans remained on the bottom of it.

"Awkward they would join you, it would be all jokes. They love to laugh a lot and are definitely not unhappy people. You'll definitely be surprised when you meet them… if they're there that is." A mischievous tone in her voice worried Helena.

"Don't go there, Sherry. I don't think I'm ready to be alone with a guy yet. Let alone Leon…" A very nice Beatles band t-shirt found its way to her pile. She put that aside and grabbed a pair of jeans that would hopefully match.

"You've never kissed a boy?"

"Shhh… keep that to yourself and don't tell anyone."

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, I would definitely go around saying that… especially with the Jake thing being said." Sherry was definitely mature when it came to the right moments, it really helped the two get along for sure.

"I don't know what I'm going to do when I get there, I didn't even plan for this. What happens? What do you do when you hang out with him?"

"Well, we were fourteen the last time…"

"You always speak as if you're in the same grade as him or that you two are the same age."

"We are the same age, I was held back in freshman year because I missed to much school…"

"It explains a lot… go on." Helena nodded to herself, getting dressed while holding the phone to her ear.

"We just drew a lot, talked about what we liked and ate a lot. I never stayed long since he always had other plans but since you're going there for supper… Good luck!" She was no help at all, she wanted details and description. Helena was such a rookie when it came to guys and such. Isn't there like a book or some sort of online source for this kind of crap? She thought to herself. "Dear god if you're googling this I'm going to tell Leon." The thought disappeared immediately; she scratched the back of her neck slowly and looked for an excuse and sadly one was not to be found, "Look… You're over thinking this Helena. There is no such thing as a perfect hang out, he wants to know you, let him know the real you and not something you googled. You're pretty amazing and we haven't had any problems so far… if you show him what you show me, minus the long burps, you should be fine." Her words of wisdom meant a lot; she really was over-thinking this when there really shouldn't be a reason too. If Leon is really worth being her crush then he should at least accept who she is first, right?

"Thank you. I really needed that, Sherry." The blonde made a noise of happiness, bidding her farewell till they would gossip overnight. Helena got up, putting Leon's sweater in a bag. Oh shit, he still has mine too. She assumed they would return it tonight, she washed his and why wouldn't he do the same?

She left outside once his very, jacked up Ford F-150, drove by the sidewalk. Helena watched Debby wave from the window, a huge smile plastered on her face, while her other hand held onto the curtains. Her hair was in a brown messy afro why she wore nothing for a shirt. It was adorable to see off to.

Once she hopped in, he turned down the current tune of his song. It was midst of a guitar solo and she was kind of curious to what the song was.

"Is my sweater to Leon for you?" He asked, putting his cellphone down so he could continue to drive. A smirk came over her lips.

"I'm kind of sad you didn't wear mine too. I mean my sweaters are cute, right?"

"I'd be lucky to get my wrist through them, you're tiny." Helena actually chuckled, it was quick but definitely a chuckle and it took him back by surprise too.

The rain hadn't stopped pouring. Both of them wished for it to stop, her reason being afraid of them being alone together and his because the rain just really sucks. Helena would much rather be at the diner again or even somewhere more public.

"Your little sister is absolutely adorable." He began, driving slowly with precaution.

"You want her? All she does is cry in the middle of the night."

"No thanks, I like being an only child. I would like to meet her though, what's her name?"

"Deborah. Call her Debby though, we only call her Deborah when she's bad and she's slowly picking up on it." Helena liked his truck, it was warm getting in, and everything was expensive. A screen was where the radio would be, all the knobs and buttons were there to switch, and an iPod connecter hung next to the heater knob.

"I'll keep that in mind next time we hang out."

"There's going to be more? Make sure you get through this one first." The seriousness in her tone made him worry, "I'm kidding. I think you're pretty alright, so I look forward to it sometime."

"Good, you scared me for a minute there." He reached for the sound, turning it up slightly. It was a Metallica song, loved by a lot, she could tell immediately it was Master of puppets, an amazing song that came out in the eighties. Honestly, she liked the song a lot but it wasn't her favorite or number one.

"Is this a CD?"

"Yeah, it's randomized. So it's not a specific album or anything." In response, she nodded, touching his truck the moment she had. Her vehicle at home was an old car from two thousand one. A green car she likes to call her turtle.

Everything about his truck was so new, she wished she could afford something like this. Even the color, which was white, had suited his style. If he drove a car maybe he'd be lucky if a Ferrari suited him. His masculinity came off as a truck type and she liked that, he was manlier that way.

Just seeing the sight of his house she didn't expect what she saw. It was a beautiful white and brown house, not huge at all, decorated with trees and shrubs around like a barricade. Helena liked it; the house didn't come off as rude at all. From where she stood, she could tell he was also a family with money like Sherry but used theirs to a less expense.

She was lead up a long sidewalk before coming to a pair of concrete stairs which lead up to a beautiful dark brown maple door, a thick glass shaped like a oval placed in the center. It was much too thick to see through, also adding privacy to the home. He opened the door, motioning her into a small boot room, and inside held a cute welcome home mat to wipe shoes on. Along the right side was a closet aligned with many coats, some made of inexpensive material and such.

"C'mon." he mumbled, looking towards the kitchen where a half burnt smell came from. She dragged her socks along the hardwood floor before peeking slightly into the kitchen where a gorgeous blonde stood attempting to cook what seemed to be fettuccini. Leon looked slightly worried, "Mom, what are you doing? You don't cook."

"I wanted to try…" Her beautiful sky blue eyes met with Helena, who just barely peeked in, "Come in! No need to be shy, I'm just trying to cook… It's not turning out to well though."

"You could turn the stove down a little bit lower so you have time to do other things…" His mother leaned in to hear the softness of her voice.

"You can cook? Please come help, I've been trying to do this all day and it hasn't turned out well once." It was very welcoming with how open his mother was to her, especially since she had such an ageless smile that showed her youth and optimism. Even though she seemed much brighter than him there was a lot of resemblance. Leon was about to say something but she pushed forward beside her mom, "You're so tall!" another thing she had a problem with, her height was slightly above average and not many girls were taller than her.

"You're so short!" she mimicked the tone and expression, leaving her in a laugh.

"Mom… Stop stealing her." Leon slid to the table where he sat to watch the two women cook.

Helena threw her hair up in a ponytail, which gave Leon a whole new perspective. She had longer hair then he thought, the way it fell to the middle of her shoulders was beyond beautiful, and how much it made her look older was a plus.

"Stop staring, it's rude." His mother caught him staring with his lips slightly parted; he looked away to his phone and earned a confused glance from his company.

It only took a half an hour before Helena had his mother on the right track, she was taking her time and actually following directions, and that left her to give Leon her attention.

"I'm so jealous, you spent more time with my mom then you have with me."

"I can't help it, she's adorable and I'm lured in by adorable things." She washed her hands and earned a smile from his mother.

"You want her? I'll give you her for Debby."

"Deal." Helena shook his hand.

"Okay, we're going up to my room." he watched his mother's expression, hoping she wouldn't disagree.

"Okay, if you're going to have the door closed I'll be coming unexpectedly."

"She isn't my girlfriend, so you have nothing to worry about."

"You said that about that Claire girl and I walked in with your faces glued together." Her eyes went to Helena's. It surprised her when she was how embarrassed the brunette looked, it was slightly different than the other girls who have come and gone.

"I have no intention of gluing my face to your sons…" She kept such a firm look, one that said she was speaking the truth.

"I really like you and I'm not saying that because I'm supposed to be nice… but I like you. You have more class then the other girls he's brought home. How many boyfriends have you had?"

"Uh… I've had zero." Her head hung, she couldn't get one if she tried.

"You're not lying?" her hands pressed to her small hips, their eyes meeting a long stare.

"Why would I?"

"Mom, please stop embarrassing her… I would like her to come back sometime in the future. Can you go watch your food?" Leon pleaded to her, he felt just as embarrassed. She nodded, turning her back quickly to her unwatched food.

Leon led her upstairs, following to the end where a long white door stilled. It's knob that of a chipped painted gold. Once it opened, the room was filled with nothing but him. Helena let herself in, gazing at the band posters and ignoring the laundry on the floor he forgot to pick up.

"Wow, your room is so you." Her eyes swept the area. A music stand, made of pure steel, stood by a music player that was the new sound system of the year. He had speakers along the corners of his roof, which had been colored black and green, and a third speaker was by his bed. An iPod rested lazily on his dresser, the music coming from the headphones blasted a Nickelback song, which was much unexpected. She got comfortable quickly, sitting in front of his music stand while pointing her finger along. Leon took a seat beside her, pulling out some albums he really liked by some bands like System of a Down, Megadeath, and Pink Floyd.

"Ever heard of these bands?"

"Yeah, not Pink Floyd though." It was completely new to her.

"Do you have a CD player?"

She nodded, watching him place the disk case in her hands.

"You'll want to listen to this. The wall is a good song; you're missing out on a lot." His attention turned to his gaming station, "Do you play?"

"Yep." Helena got up, his hand had been on her pant leg, and she lost her balance quickly and tumbled over. Leon wasted no time in grabbing her. His hands firmly gripped her hips, his back swinging to the floor as her body fell on his. She recovered quickly, her hands and knees outlining his body, "I'm so sorry, are you okay?" She cursed herself over and over.

"I should be saying sorry and I'm fine. Are you okay?" their eyes met in a silent lock and her head began to nod drastically slow. His left hand pressed to her cheek gently, his thumb going over her warm cheeks.

"Leon!" his mother called as she walked up the stairs. Helena rushed off him, sliding back to the music where she drowned her shame in, "Do you want to come down and introduce your friend to your father?"

"Not really." He was leaning back against his palms, looking at her as if nothing happened.

"Alright then… You better come down for supper soon. It's turning out really great so far." He nodded in silence as he waited for her to leave.

After that, they played it off as if nothing had happened. They played videogames and chatted mainly about the Ashley incident. He was definitely on her side or so he says. She just wants to see how this plays out, if it's any good to her or not. Leon seems liked he might turn his back just like he did on Sherry… After that, supper progressed on. There wasn't much said as he drove her home, she was to dazed on the fact he looked at her as if he might actually want to be with her.

"Can I walk you up to your door?" he shut the truck off, not taking no for an answer. Helena agreed anyways, hopping out into the dark rainy night with her bag full of CD's. She finally made her way around the long truck, standing by his side as they walked slowly to increase the time together, "I feel I should apologize about earlier…"

"It's okay, it happens." Silence drew quickly, "I don't know if you still want to hang out again though."

"Are you kidding? You're the coolest chick I know, not many kick ass at Call of Duty like you do. You're like a bro to me already." Everything in that moment shattered. It was okay the first time but now it seemed like everything that just happened really was a mishap. What does she have to go through to get him to notice her? Wasn't it just an hour ago he was touching her cheek and longingly gazing at the same time? "See you next time." He left her at her steps with a complete annoyed look; she didn't like that at all. Maybe he knew her feelings and used this as an alternate way to reject her? It didn't matter because whether she was rejected or pushed into the friend zone deeper, she was desperate to get out.

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