Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story.

They all belong to their rightful owner: Craig Bartlett.

Title: "Blackmail toy"

In the last chapter of "Blackmail toy": Aaron, Arnold's cousin, has found out that Helga's in love with Arnold! And he's not scared of taking advantage of it. He's already told her he's planning on making her entertain her, whatever that means she'll find out tomorrow.

Arnold on the other hand is oblivious to what is going on between his cousin and his crush. But he's started to feel a little insecure about it, because he's found out that Aaron knows a secret about Helga. Also he seems a little too interested in her.

Author's 1st note: So third chapter of this story :D I'd say I'm pretty fast at writing these for now, don't you think? :P I mean one each day should be satisfying… right? *-*

Chapter 3: "A million times worse"

"Hey, Arnold! Hey, Arnold! Hey, Arnold!"

"What is that?!" Aaron yelled when he woke up with a start. "Calm down. It's just my alarm clock." Arnold answered and sat up to turn it off. Aaron groaned and fell back unto the couch. "Seriously? You have a potato clock that calls your name? I don't know if it's cool or geeky."

Arnold rolled his eyes and swung his legs out of the bed. He just wanted to ignore Aaron as much as he could. It wasn't like the boy was annoying or anything. But Arnold couldn't help that knot that kept forming in his stomach at the thought of him knowing something about Helga that he didn't.

The night before had been full of eager conversation between his cousin and the other boarders, including his parents. He could vaguely remember some stories about his life in New York, but that was just about it. He didn't really listen to much he said and he didn't want to. Unfortunately, this was the day that he'd start going to the same school as him and he was a little unsure of how he wished for Helga to react.

She'd seemed to be really angry at Aaron, so he didn't want her to suffer through a whole month because of him. But knowing she'd also told him a secret of some sort made him want her to hate him with all her guts. He sighed. When did he turn into such a hypocrite?

Aaron wasn't exactly oblivious to Arnold's mood. It was clear that ever since claiming that Helga had told him a secret on her own account, he'd been whining about it. It was evident he wanted her all to himself and if it wasn't because that was something Helga would probably love, he'd call his cousin pathetically jealous.

Aaron smirked to himself while sitting up on the fold-out couch, which had been surprisingly comfortable. And thanks to that obvious jealousy on Arnold's face, despite him not really confirming his feelings for Helga, he knew exactly how to blackmail her.

About a half hour later, both boys were dressed and were currently sitting around the dinner table with the other boarders. "Good morning, boys." Stella greeted and gave a quick kiss to Arnold's head. "Good morning, mom." He answered while trying to hide the very small frown at her for kissing him like that at his age.

"Mornin', Aunt Stella." Aaron answered with a charming smile on his face. She smiled back at him before Miles also walked into the room. "Good morning, beautiful." He said to Stella and gave her a lingering kiss on the cheek. "Good morning, yourself." She answered with a loving smile.

Despite his sour mood, Arnold couldn't help but smiling at his parents' exchange. He wanted to be like that with a girl someday; Still completely in love after several years of marriage. That girl was preferably be Helga. If he ever got the balls to confess to her.

"So what's for breakfast?" Oskar on the other side of the table asked, looking like he was ready to eat a horse right about now. "Pancakes!" Gertie yelled from inside the kitchen before she came out with several plates balancing on her arms and head. All of them with at least twenty pancakes on it.

"Whoa, shouldn't we help her? There's no way she can handle all that on her - " Aaron had been about to stand up and help his grandma, but before he could react she was already swinging the plates as if they were Frisbees. Arnold quickly caught them as they came and placed them around the table in a smooth rhythm matching Gertie's moves perfectly. "Nice cathin', Tex!" she called to Arnold before sitting down on a chair next to her husband Phil.

Arnold quickly sat down again with a smile plastered on his face and turned to a stunned looking Aaron. "You were saying?" he asked and couldn't help but bash a little on the inside. Aaron started smiling again. "Nothing." He answered while putting his hands up in mock defense. "Absolutely nothing."

"So, Aaron, are you excited for your first day at school?" Susie asked him before putting a piece of pancake into her mouth. "I really am, actually. I've already met some of Arnold's classmates who's also going to be mine. They all seem really…" Aaron stopped for a second, almost as if for a dramatic effect and pulled his glass of milk up to his mouth. "interesting."

Arnold cocked an eyebrow at that last statement. Who exactly was interesting? It seemed like he wasn't the only one who noticed Aaron's slight smile while answering Susie's question. "Now, if I didn't know any better," Ernie started and pointed his fork towards Aaron. "I'd say you're thinking of someone special. Are you?"

Say no. Please say no! Arnold prayed inside his head. Aaron could see the obvious growing tension on Arnold's face in the corner of his eye. He smirked a little before answering. "Yes."

Arnold could feel the piece of pancake he'd been in the middle of swallowing getting stuck in his throat. He coughed and started hitting himself on the chest. Aaron, who foresaw this, held a glass of juice out in front of him. Arnold took it and gulped it all down in one go. He sighed with relief and turned reluctantly to Aaron to thank him. He just shrugged as if to say "you're welcome".

Ernie suddenly whistled across the table. "So, who's the lucky lady?" he asked while wriggling his eyebrows. Aaron didn't bother too look in Arnold's direction this time – He knew that his face was filled with anger and jealousy. "Her name's Helga Pataki."

That made Phil jerk his head up from looking at his plate. "Helga? You mean Arnold's little friend with the pigtails and the pink bow, who's not so little anymore?" he asked which earned a smack on his back head from Gertie. "Ow! Pookie, what was that for?" he asked in dismay and turned around to look at her. "Don't talk about Eleanor that way, or I'll whip you for speaking like that!" she answered.

Phil looked confused at the rest of us. "What did I say? She have grown up, haven't she?" he asked, honestly oblivious at how his question could be misunderstood. Arnold himself sat with slightly red cheeks at remembering exactly how much Helga had grown.

Aaron couldn't help himself. He started nudging at Arnold's arm earning his attention. "I know what you're thinking about." He whispered in his ear and winked at him. Arnold's breath caught in his throat. Was he that obvious? Damn hormones!

"Yeah, it's that Helga, grandpa." Aaron answered to move the attention from the awkward topic. Phil gave a pensive look and turned towards Arnold. Believing nobody would notice, he quickly patted his back in a comforting way. Aaron did notice though. So grandpa knows that Arnold's got a thing for Helga? Aaron thought. Or maybe he's just not as dense as his grandson.

"Well, I don't blame you, Aaron. Helga's become real pretty!" Mr. Hyuhn said with his thick Vietnamese accent. Arnold averted his attention from his grandpa after giving him an appreciative smile. "Become?" Aaron repeated. "What did she look like before?"

"Oh, she was a typical ugly duckling." Ernie answered earning a small laugh from Oskar, which earned him an elbow to his ribs from Susie. "That's not true!" she said but looked a little unsure. "She wasn't exactly pretty, but she wasn't ugly either. More like… she's bloomed over the years."

"She's always been beautiful…" Arnold mumbled under his breath in a stubbornly childish way. He didn't mean for anyone to hear, but they all looked in his direction without him noticing. He was playing with his pancake using his fork in a lazy way.

"Well, no matter how she looked, looks or anything in that area, she's definitely caught my interest. She's a feisty girl." Aaron said looking innocent, but truly just wanted to poke at Arnold. What was his deal anyway? He was in love with Helga, wasn't he? Then why didn't he tell her exactly that instead of just sulking at another guy going after her?

Aaron wasn't even planning on hitting on her, but he could see she was an attractive girl and chances were other boys could too. If his cousin didn't hurry up, someone else might try and take her away. Not that they'd have a chance. Thirteen years of love couldn't just vanish like that.

"Oh, she's feisty alright!" Phil suddenly chimed in and nudged Arnold's arm a little. "Remember on April Fools' Day, Arnold?"

Arnold smirked a little. "How could I possibly forget?" he asked and started to imagine that night again. He didn't get a chance to though, because Aaron cut in. "April Fools' Day? What happened?"

"Well, Short Man here was getting pranked on by Helga all day until he finally snapped! I lent him the ultimate box of pranks, which unfortunately blinded the poor girl. But turns out she tricked him! She wasn't blind at all. It was all just another April Fools'! Oh, that girl sure is something." Phil slapped his knee and started laughing.

"How did you find out, Arnold?" Aaron asked, intrigued. "Well," Arnold started. "my best friend Gerald overheard her talking about her prank with her best friend Phoebe, and then he told me."

"Man, what did you do?"

"Well, before all that, I had invited Helga to the April Fools' Dance, so we were at the school gym. Then I kinda distracted her while Gerald went to open the pool."

"… Let me guess: You pushed her into the pool?"

"Yup."

"And then she pulled him in with her, when she tricked him into pulling her back up!" Phil quickly added and laughed maniacally again. Arnold turned at him in annoyance. "Did you have to add that part, Grandpa?"

"Oh, come on, Short Man, it was hilarious! You, Helga and all the others were soaked from head to toe! I swear, I had a shock when me and Pookie went to pick you two up!"

"Wait, hold on!" Aaron suddenly interrupted. "So, let me get this straight: Helga tricked you into thinking you'd gotten her blind and out of guilt, you invited her to that dance?"

"Uh, yeah, pretty much."

"And… what did you guys do while you were still thinking she was blind? You know, when you were at the dance?"

"Uh… dancing, mostly."

"Dancing?"

"Yeah, dancing. It was really fun actually. That was also how I distracted her from noticing the pool. We did the tango." Arnold explained and took a bite of his pancake again. Man, girl must have had a stroke at that. Aaron noted with a smirk. "So… why do you think that Helga did all that? I mean, it's pretty extreme thing to do just for a prank."

"Well, I think she just wanted to punish me for trying to get back at her to begin with." Arnold answered honestly. Aaron looked at him for a few second, before letting his forehead bang into his palm and sighing. "I sorta feel bad for her now…" he mumbled quietly enough for no one to hear.

No wonder Arnold's never noticed Helga's feelings even through thirteen years! The girl constantly bullies him and tricks him into believing all sorts of crazy things. Aaron thought. Plus, the guy is as dense as a brick! A recipe for misunderstandings.

"So, got any other fun stories to tell about Pataki?" Aaron asked with a smile. Arnold was a little surprised at that. Was Aaron honestly interested in Helga? If so, then he didn't exactly wanna indulge his intentions… but then again he never really got a chance to talk about Helga like this. Everyone he knew already knew about Helga and her crazy schemes. In front him sat a boy who might just be interested, because Helga was fun to hear about. She was after all a pretty amazing person…

"Sure, I've got lots. We can talk on the way to school." Arnold answered and looked towards the clock. "Which we should seriously start going to right about now."

Helga was currently also in the middle of walking to school. But not in an energetic way like Arnold and Aaron. She resembled a zombie. She didn't sleep all through the night. She was far too worried about what this day just might bring, if Aaron decided to pick Arnold up again and then tell her what he wanted from her in the meantime.

She went through every single scenario, she could possibly think of. Doing chores for example. Cleaning for him, doing some homework from his school in New York, anything like that. But if that was the case, then why didn't he just say so to begin with?

Because that couldn't be it, Helga had decided. Then there was illegal things. Like asking her to buy coke for him or steal or something. But he said it himself: Hillwood was a little boring compared to New York. She doubted anyone knew what coke was around here. Besides there wasn't much worth stealing anyway.

Then Helga had thought of one final scenario: The random amusement. Maybe he just wanted her to do random things? Like embarrassing herself in public. Or maybe he'd call her up in the middle of the night, telling her to make him a sandwich. He could ask just about anything of her really.

Even though Helga thought about this all night, she'd finally realized at the crack of dawn: She had absolutely no clue what he wanted from her. And, unfortunately, the only way to find out was to talk with him.

"No way! So… you guys ended up doing dishes to pay for your meal?" Aaron asked, almost cracking with laughter at Arnold's latest story. "Well, what were we supposed to do? She got the restaurants mixed up, so there was no way we could pay for all that." Arnold answered also laughing.

"But I'm a little confused. I thought you said that she hated your guts? Then why would she invite you to some fancy dinner?" Aaron asked, mostly just to hear Arnold's inevitably dense answer.

"She didn't really. She invited Phoebe, asked her to invite someone she wanted to bring along. She asked Gerald, told him to do the same and that's how I got there."

Yeah, as if she didn't figure out beforehand that you'd get invited, if she asked her best friend, who probably knows she's in love with you, to ask her crush and then tell him to ask whoever. Aaron thought and mentally shook his head. Man, you need to do more brain exercise.

"Oh, speak of the devil." Aaron said when they were close to the school. Arnold's head went to look in his direction and he noticed Helga talking to Phoebe while leaning up against the wall. They seemed to be discussing something serious. Or rather that Phoebe wanted to and Helga kept avoiding it.

"Does she look tired to you?" Arnold asked in worry at seeing the puffy eyes on Helga. Aaron shrugged, knowing exactly what must have been wrong with her. "Beats me." He answered. Arnold frowned at that. So much for caring about her. He thought a little satisfied with knowing that.

"No. Seriously, Phoebe. I'm fine. I just feel a little anemic, that's all." Helga answered, looking slightly annoyed. "But, Helga, I really think that if you - "

"Good morning, Helga!" Arnold called cheerfully and waved his arm up in the air. At his voice she perked right up. "Good morning, foot - " but she let her sentence hang in the air, when she noticed who was with him. She started scowling deeply, but tried to shake it off for once.

"Good morning, ladies." Aaron said nonchalantly and glanced more towards Helga than Phoebe. "Ohayou." Phoebe greeted. "That means good morning in Japanese." Helga quickly explained to Aaron for no other reason, than she needed to focus on something else besides his presence.

"Wakaru." He answered and winked at Phoebe. "You know Japanese?" she asked excitedly. "Only a few words." He explained and noticed Helga's deepening scowl, but it was intended for Phoebe this time. "Oh, whoa! That's pretty cool. I didn't know that - "

Helga cleared her throat in a dramatic way, which made Phoebe to turn to her. She saw the angry gleam in her eyes and shut her lips immediately. Helga hadn't told her about why she disliked Aaron as much as she did, but Phoebe was a smart girl: She knew something was up and it was best to just follow Helga for now. At least until she knew the details.

"So, Aaron, what in the world are you doing here?" Helga asked, not seemingly interested. "Are you just gonna sit around and wait for Arnold outside? Hillwood isn't that boring."

"Oh, no, Helga, I'm gonna be a student at your school during this month." Aaron answered and felt quite giddy while waiting for her response. Her eyes bulged out of her head. "You're gonna… study at our school?" she asked in shock. "I'm gonna be in your class." He corrected.

Helga could feel all the blood from her head disappear and her anemia suddenly became a lot worse. She laid her palm against her face and took on a pained expression. "You know what, Pheebs? Maybe you're right. Maybe I should go home. I just got the worst headache all of a sudden."

"Aw, you can't fool me, Helga," Aaron said while going in between her and Arnold. "I know you love me." He put his arm over her shoulders and pulled her close to him in a sideways hug. Both Phoebe and Arnold stared at him, as if he had just put his head into a lioness' mouth. But strangely enough all Helga did was scowl. It was a bad scowl, but nevertheless just a scowl.

Arnold couldn't help but get mad at Helga. Oh, so it's ok for my cousin to touch you, but whenever I hug you, you push me away?! He ranted inside his head, while his hands curled into fists. Little did Arnold know, that the only reason Helga didn't push Aaron away, was because he was right in front of them. She didn't want to risk him getting mad at her for hurting his cousin or something like that. But that didn't change the fact that she felt anger boil inside of her at Aaron's touch.

"Now, Helga, how about you show me around school before classes starts, hmm?" Aaron inquired. Before Helga could even consider answering with a huge 'no!', he was already pulling her towards the entrance. "See you later, Arnold!" he called behind him and went inside with Helga. He laughed on the inside at Arnold's enraged expression.

As soon as Aaron and Helga was inside and most importantly, out of Arnold's eyesight, she took ahold of his arm and twisted it until she could hold it firmly behind his back. He cried in pain. "Ok! Ok! No touching! I get it!"

Helga twisted his arm just a little bit for effect before letting go. "Ow… man, you're stronger than most guys I know." Aaron declared while trying to massage his wrist. "My arm's gone numb!"

"Yeah, and I'll make other more essential parts of your male body go numb, if you ever try to touch me again! Especially in front of Arnold!"

Aaron snickered. "I have no doubt in my mind that you will, Helga, I know from Arnold that you can be quite devious, if you want to." He answered, still massaging his arm. Helga frowned. "What do you mean? What the hell did he tell you?"

"Mostly about the schemes you pulled on him when you were children. I especially liked the April Fools' one. Nice going, getting him to take you to the dance by pretending to be blind."

"He… He told you all that?" Helga answered in terror. "Well, I asked him." Aaron explained blandly.

"Why would you do that?!"

"I told you; I needed to find out some stuff, before I decided."

"Oh, right." Helga said as if she had forgotten and crossed her arms. "And what did you come up with to torture me?"

"Well, next on my list is to find out more about you and not just Arnold."

"… Excuse me?" Helga said in disbelief and went a little closer to him to whisper. "You already know my biggest secret. What else is there?!"

"I wanna know your version of those stories Arnold told me. I'm sure your version is slightly different. And you probably have more stories to tell that he doesn't know about." Aaron answered and winked at her. Helga groaned loudly and stepped away from him again. "So you wanna hear all the crazy stalker stories or something?"

"Yes, please."

"And if I don't wanna tell you?" Helga asked, already knowing what he'd do. Aaron lifted his hand to the side of his mouth. "Oh, Arno - " Helga quickly covered his mouth. "I get it!" she said and let go. "Fine, but we need to talk somewhere no one will find us. And I don't want anyone to know I'm even talking to you."

"Oh, Helga, that hurts. Am I really that skeevy?"

"Yes! Now, when do you wanna talk?"

"You tell me. You know this town, not me. Where could we be alone?" Aaron asked with a smug smile while leaning towards Helga. She leaned back a little. "The way you say it makes it sound promiscuous." She observed and wrinkled her nose at the thought. He snickered again and leaned back.

"I'll think of something during class." Helga finally decided and then turned on her heel. "Wait. Where are you going?" Aaron asked.

"To class, doi!"

"And what about me? How am I supposed to find it if you just leave me?" Aaron asked. Helga turned around to face him, but kept on walking. "Follow me, you nimrod!" she yelled back and turned around again.

Aaron stood there for a couple of seconds, before he just started smiling. He then went on full speed after her. "Are you always this sweet to new students?"

"Oh, put a sock in it."

Aaron just kept on walking in Helga's rhythm while shaking his head in amusement and in the meantime thinking to himself. She's really something.

When Helga and Aaron reached the class, everyone noticed them almost immediately for two reasons. 1, people always noticed Helga – She was hard to miss. 2, she was with a cute, handsome, almost foreign looking boy who no one knew of just yet. Except Lila and Rhonda.

"… What are you idiots looking at?" Helga asked since no one was saying anything. "Who's… that with you, Helga?" Sheena asked with a small smile. "Huh?" Helga asked and turned around to see Aaron behind her, as if she didn't already know he was there. "Oh, right. Class, this is Aaron. Aaron, this is the class." She said while gesturing to both him and the class.

"Hey, how you doing?" Aaron said with a smirk and waved. Helga rolled her eyes and went to sit down. She slumped back in her seat and took a deep breath. It was going to be a long day.

Helga managed to block everything around her out for about two minutes, before she heard Arnold's name. She slowly opened her eyes and saw him standing next to Phoebe. They clearly just entered the room recently. Was it just her or was he looking in her direction with a… scowl?

"What?" Helga asked, as she usually did, when she caught him looking at her like that, but this time it was sincere. Usually when he scowled at her, it was well deserved. This time she had no idea why he was mad at her. It seemed like he was about to approach her, when Aaron called him over. He bit his lower lip – almost as if in disappointment – and then turned to walk towards his cousin, in an uncharacteristic way.

Helga just sat there, wide-eyed. What in the world was that? She wondered. "Uh, Helga?" a timid voice said. She looked up to see Phoebe sitting down in front of her. "Hey, Pheebs, what's Arnold's problem? Did you guys talk after Aaron and I left?" Helga asked.

"I guess you could say that…"

"What happened? Is he mad at me?"

"It's… hard to decide. In a way he seemed mad at you, but in a way he also seemed worried."

"What did I do?" Helga asked in defense. "I don't know, but almost as soon as Aaron's arm was over your shoulder, he seemed like he was ready to kill you." Phoebe whispered. Helga stared at her in doubt. "You gotta be kidding me… Why would Arnold be so pissed at something like that? Didn't he say anything to you?"

"Well, I asked him if something was wrong, but… he mumbled mostly to his self."

"Did you hear anything he said?"

"… Something along the lines of 'doesn't deserve'. That was all I could hear." Phoebe answered, preparing herself for however Helga decided to react. "Wait… let me get this straight. Do you think that little Mr. Goody-two-shoes doesn't think that I'm good enough for his cousin or something?"

"I don't think Arnold would think that way about anyone."

"Then what else, Pheebs?"

"Maybe he thinks that Aaron doesn't deserve you?" Phoebe suggested with a small smile. Helga rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right. As if Arnold thinks that highly of me to be concerned about something like that…"

"Well, is Aaron hitting you?"

"Oh, yuck! No way! He's just… uh…" Helga sighed. "It's hard to explain, Pheebs. Just… Just don't believe whatever comes out of his mouth that is about me, and don't believe whatever comes out of my mouth when he's around, ok? Besides that, forget the whole thing."

"Forgetting!" Phoebe answered in a cheerful voice. Helga smiled at that. She knew she'd probably need an ally eventually, depending on whatever the heck Aaron was planning to do with her. But for now she wanted to keep Phoebe out of it. This guy seemed like he was willing to ask anything of her. She didn't wanna risk him trying to do the same thing to Phoebe, if he found out she knew about their deal.

The class had welcomed Aaron with open arms. And open legs apparently, because the majority of girls were asking him out. The only two girls who didn't really show him any interest was Phoebe and Helga. Which Arnold smiled in secret about. Unfortunately for both him, Helga and the other girls, it seemed he wasn't interested in anyone besides Helga.

As soon as the class finished, Aaron moved his way over to Helga almost immediately. Arnold, who was sitting right behind, tried very hard to keep his unsatisfied growl barely audible, but Aaron did notice. He put his hand on Helga's chair and leaned in closer than she considered comfortable. Did this guy have no sense of personal space?

"So, Helga, how about you keep that promise to me about showing me around school?" Aaron asked in such a misleading way that they both earned a few glances from both the girls and boys around them. It was fairly obvious that he was hinting at something else. Or so he made it seem.

"Oh, Aaron," Lila suddenly said while standing up. "if you need someone to show you around school, then I'd be ever so happy to do so."

"And so would I. After all, I am the queen of this school. I can show you all the fun places around here, and maybe even grant you a ticket to the popular table." Rhonda chimed in, shoving Lila a bit to the side.

"That's very nice of you girls, but," Aaron answered with a charming smile, while taking ahold of Helga's hand and lifting her up from her seat. "Helga already promised me to do so, and I wouldn't want to disappoint her."

Helga was having an internal fight with herself. Her head kept telling her to stay calm and not hurt this guy. Arnold is right next to us. Calm down, Helga old girl! But every fiber in her being wanted to kick his ass and cut off his hands, so he could never touch her again!

Arnold had a similar battle within himself. He also felt like kicking Aaron's ass for being so… so… touchy-feely with Helga! His Helga! Well, no, not really his Helga… Actually, he didn't even answer Aaron, when he asked if he was interested in Helga, so how would he know that what he was doing with her, was hurting Arnold so badly?

Arnold didn't know that everything Aaron did at this particular moment – and earlier when he pulled Helga inside the school building – was simply to note exactly how jealous Arnold would be. As he had figured out beforehand: Quite a lot. But he admired Arnold's willpower. He obviously wanted to punch him for even just looking at Helga.

"Well, let's go, Helga. We've got a lot to talk about." Aaron said while pulling Helga a little closer to him, so their waistlines were touching and then started to walk out of the classroom with her. Everyone stared at them, until some of the girls went over to Arnold and started whining.

"How does Helga know Aaron?"

"What does he see in her?"

"Why are they walking together?"

"How could she already have him around her little finger like that, Arnold?"

"Are Helga and Aaron dating, Arnold?"

"Arnold?"

"Arnold!"

"Would you guys be quiet?!" Arnold suddenly exclaimed, loudly enough for everyone around him to take a step backwards. Even the boys who could care less about Helga being swept off her feet by Aaron.

Arnold didn't bother to explain himself. He simply grabbed his bag and went outside. He looked around to find Helga and Aaron and noticed them chatting, while still walking so close to each other. He could see Aaron whispering into her ear with a big grin on his face.

Arnold kept watching them until they turned a corner. Then he slumped against the wall behind him and fell to the ground. This could not be happening again. His cousin couldn't possibly start dating the girl he liked again, could he? It was already a million times worse than back with Lila… And they hadn't even started dating yet.

Author's 2nd note: Psych! He still hasn't told her what he's got in mind for her xD Oh, I'm such a tease… Anyhow! This is the end of chapter three of "Blackmail toy"! Please do tell me what you think of the story so far, and how you think this will develop. What are Aaron's intentions for example? What are you thinking? I'm really curious to see how people react to his advances towards Helga :D