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They all belong to their rightful owner: Craig Bartlett.
Title: "Blackmail toy"
In the last chapter of "Blackmail toy": When Helga finally seemed to get a peace of mind, Aaron presented her a bottle of some unknown liquid. Without knowing exactly what it was, she drank the whole thing and went to school.
During the former night, Helga didn't get much sleep due to some Arnold related dreams of a more erotic nature. Though this time they made him seem selfish. Perhaps it was prediction of what today would be?
Through the day, Helga started feeling more and more aroused. She was blaming it on the locker incident from the day before, mixed with the dreams and mixed with the tiredness. She didn't realize that the liquid in the bottle had a major part to play.
Despite truly feeling like a hormone-filled teenager for not the first time in her life, Helga managed to even have a little fun with it, knowing that Phoebe knew of her former dreams with Arnold. At least she had an accomplice who somewhat knew what was going on.
Author's 1st note: Just a little pre-teaser to what you'll read in this chapter: TWIST! xD That's all I'm gonna say. You're getting nothing more outta me! xD I am saying one small thing though: Aphrodisiac IS the worst sexual thing Aaron will do :P
Chapter 27: "A way too fun opportunity"
Damn it, Aaron was right, this is getting worse and worse… Helga thought to herself and shook her head to try to shake away that little bit of dizziness in her head. Before she knew it, she felt a hand land on her shoulder. She gasped loudly, as it sent a serious bolt of electricity through her and she turned to look at the person.
"Helga, I have something for you." Lila whispered to Helga. She frowned a bit. She and Lila weren't exactly the best of friends, though she didn't really despise her as much as she once had. "What is it?" Helga asked and eyed Lila's hand, which were clutching something. "Here." She answered and opened Helga's hand. She gave her a small, round, white pill and closed Helga's hand around it.
Helga opened her hand immediately though and cocked an eyebrow at it. She looked up at Lila, who just smiled in that usual friendly way. "What is… this for?" Helga asked. Lila moved a little closer. "It's a painkiller. I have mine too right now, so I always carry them with me. You seemed to be in ever so much pain, so I figured I'd give you one."
"… Painkiller… Have what…? Oh! You mean… Oh, no, Lila, I don't…" but then Helga stopped talking. Painkillers? I wonder what they'd do to the aphrodisiac… If I went numb from these pills, then maybe I wouldn't be able to feel the aphrodisiac either. "Thanks, Lila. I hope this will help with the cramps."
"I hope too, Helga. Feel better soon, ok?" Lila said with her sugary smile and walked away, still trying to seem as discreet about the exchange as possible. Helga shook her head in amusement and swallowed the pill. I admit it. I can't hate you anymore, Lila… even if you did misunderstand my situation the same way Gerald did.
Almost as soon as Helga started walking again, she began feeling dizzy. "Whoa!" she exclaimed, before she fell a little backwards into someone's chest. "Are you feeling ok, Helga? You sure you shouldn't go to the nurse? You look really flushed." Arnold asked, while trying to keep the blonde next to him steady. She panted a bit as she simply shook her head, which made him frown. "But… Helga, you - "
"No, Arnold, I… It's nothing, ok? I'm just really, really tired… I just… Can I lean on your shoulder for a bit?" Helga asked, feeling heat rise in all of her body simply for asking that. It's pretty innocent, right? There's nothing wrong with leaning on his shoulder a bit… no matter how it might make me feel. It's still a guiltless action, right?
"S-Sure, Helga." Arnold answered and started rubbing Helga's shoulder a bit, while they walked. She normally wouldn't ask permission for something like that… Normally, she wouldn't do this to begin with. She must really feel bad. I've never seen her so weak before. In a way, it's kinda scary; Seeing Helga G. Pataki feeble.
Helga instantly laid her head on Arnold's shoulder and even that little bit of body contact made her feel like she was on cloud 9. Oh, my God, how much more perverted can this aphrodisiac make me? Just from having my head in his shoulder, my heart is leaping…
"Th-That tickles, Helga!" Arnold said with a small, giggling voice. Helga slowly opened her eyes and realized that she had moved her nose to the crook if his neck. She jumped back with a yelp. "S-Sorry! I-I, uh, I didn't realize what I was doing." She explained and gave a nervous laugh. "I think this whole 'being tired' doesn't really agree with me."
With those words, Helga practically sprinted away from Arnold, who was left a little dumbfounded and even with a small pout on his lips. I didn't say I didn't like it… He thought with a sigh and started following her; since they were going to have math together.
Helga took a deep breath as she sat down in her seat. She watched nervously, as Arnold sat next to her, noticing how he was eyeing her. Great, she though. He must think I've become a freak of nature or something. Seriously? Am I that sexually weak? I can't even handle this little bit of… arousal?
The reason for Helga's pause in her own sentence was due to the fact, that Arnold had just put his bag down to his left side and bend down for it, exposing the hem of his jeans. As soon as he sat up again, she turned around, as if expecting him to be able to read her mind.
I guess not! Seriously though? Frist whip cream and now… this? I'm not even interested in people's backsides! This aphrodisiac isn't just making me aroused, it's making me downright unusually perverted! Oh, my God, I've become a boy… she thought with a small snicker.
Helga didn't know that Arnold was now smiling. She seems a little better… or more like she's handling all this with a smile. I hope she'll make it through math though. She's not bad at it or anything… More like she seems to get sleepy through it…
An hour into the lesson Arnold's fear became reality. Helga seemed to be about to doze off several times, her face was flushed red and she seemed to have trouble breathing a bit. He didn't know that it was only on the outside that she seemed to be in pain.
Oh, my God! Get outta my head already, Dark Arnold! Helga thought for the thousand time and tried to shake the image of Arnold, wearing only a pair of jeans, out of her head. This is horrible! This aphrodisiac is making my already vivid imagination a million times more perverted and the worst part is: I'm loving these images it gives me, but I can't do shit about it! Please be over already, teacher! Come on!
Helga took a deep breath and started digging her fingernails into the flesh of her thighs. She wanted to touch herself so badly, that she almost did it. Until the teacher suddenly called on her. "Helga Pataki, do you want to go to the nurse?" she asked. Helga's head bolted right up, exposing her blushing cheeks. She shook her head though.
"Then, would you please come up here and solve this?" the teacher asked and extended the chalk piece in her hand. Helga's eyes went wide. Standing up? Now? No! I-I'll collapse. I'm sure of it! She thought in a panic. "Now, hold on" Arnold chimed in, making everyone look at him. "Helga might not feel so bad, that she thinks she needs to go to the nurse, but she still feels bad. Can't someone else do it? I can come up."
"No, that is quite all right. Helga must make a choice. Participate in the class or go to the nurse." The teacher answered and looked at Helga, as if asking her. Helga glanced at Arnold for a second, who looked more than slightly nervous. She sighed and stood up. She wobbled only a little bit, but managed to get ahold of the chalk and started scanning the numbers on the board.
This kind of math problem was usually no problem for Helga, but the numbers in her head kept becoming other things. The number 8 for example, chose to spin until it looked like an infinity symbol, which then turned into Arnold's head.
You're kidding… Helga thought as she shook her head violently, causing the headache to become worse. This is the whole love potion thing all over again. Only worse. She thought and eyed the numbers. Ok, let us see… If X is… uh… If X is… then, uh…
Helga lifted the chalk in her hand and let it touch the board. The tension in her body and in the room was unbearable. It was as if everyone could see right through her, as if everyone could see how corrupted her mind had become, and being transparent was not something she liked.
With determination, Helga wrote her answer on the board and slowly turned to look at the teacher for approval. She nodded and held her hand out to Helga. "Very good, Helga. Sick or not, you're a smart, young lady." She complimented.
Helga simply handed her the chalk, not really capable of accepting a compliment whatsoever at the moment. I think the painkiller has done nothing but make me dizzy… Really dizzy. Note to self: Aphrodisiac must not be mixed with painkillers. This can't possibly be because of the aphrodisiac, I'm starting to feel downright sick.
"Uh, Helga? Are you really sure you don't want to go to the nurse, if only to lay down a little bit?" the teacher asked, now having a worried expression. Helga felt her eyes get blurry, as she tried looking at the teacher, though even just that was hard. It was like her neck was barely working anymore. What am I, the crooked man?
"Uh… I-I…" Helga muttered, but then shook her head slowly. She took a couple of steps towards her seat, but then stopped short. This is too much… no sleep, dreams about Arnold, aphrodisiac, painkillers, blackmail… Oh, God… and then her eyes rolled back in her head.
"Helga!" Arnold shouted and stood up with his arms held out. Going down to his knees, he grabbed Helga as she fell forward into his arms. An army of shouts in panic and in shock filled the room, but all Arnold could manage was to try to shake Helga into consciousness. "Helga! Come on. Helga… Helga!"
Helga slowly fluttered her eyes open. Arnold sighed in relief for a second, but he still wore a worried expression. "Will you now go to the nurse, please?" he asked with pleading eyes. She smiled a bit and nodded.
Knowing full well, that Arnold would carry her, Helga snaked her arms around his neck. He smiled at her very precise prediction, while he lifted her up. He walked to the door and could hear the teacher about to speak to him. "I'm taking her to the nurse. I don't care if it counts as me skipping class." He said and then walked out with those very true words in his wake.
"Stress and… malnutrition?" Arnold repeated with a deep frown, followed by a gulp. The nurse turned around in her chair. "Yes. It seems like Ms. Pataki hasn't been eating properly for the last couple of days. I'd say she hasn't eaten anything really."
I wonder if that banana she ate at lunch was the only thing she's eaten since… Wait. Couple of days? As in since Monday….? Oh, no. Arnold thought and leaned back in his chair. "Can I go talk to her?" he asked. The nurse nodded, and he stood up to go into the room next door. Helga was lying in a bed, sleeping peacefully. He sat down on a chair next to her and sighed.
"What in the world happened? Helga, you're smarter than this. Not eating and sleeping. Is… Is it because of this whole poem-slap-me-getting-jealous-thing? Oh, God, listen to me…" Arnold mumbled and sighed again. He let his hands hold his wide head up, as he stared down towards the floor.
A groan from the bed made Arnold's head perk up. Helga was arching her back under the covers, before throwing them off her with her legs. "Way too fucking hot… Oh, God, my body's aching! I feel like I was hit by a truck…" she muttered and sat up slowly with her eyes still closed.
Arnold knew that he should've made his presence known, but something made him stay quiet. "I'm gonna kill Aaron for this…" Helga continued. What? Aaron? He repeated in his head and caught himself leaning back to get out of her eyesight. "I should get ahold of some of that fucking aphrodisiac myself and pour it into his drink! See if he thinks it's funny when it's him!"
Arnold felt the wheels in his brain spin. "What?" he yelped in shock. Helga shrieked, as she turned around to see him sitting with a dumbfound look. "Arnold! W-What are you doing here? Did you…" she stopped talking as her eyes went bigger than teacups. Oh, God… Arnold just… Arnold just heard… m-me…
Arnold's eyebrows furrowed slowly. "Ok, that's it, Helga… I've been suspecting something weird going on between you and Aaron, but nothing like this… It's time to come clean. What is he doing to you? And what in the world is aphrodisiac?" he asked.
Helga just kept staring at Arnold with big eyes. It's over… I'm done. I wonder if I can change my identity and just move out of town? Just… Oh, God… She thought and let herself plop down onto the bed. She lifted one of her arms and used it to cover her eyes, while she bit on her lower lip.
"Helga… Please. I… When Aaron first got here, I… I was starting to suspect… something, but… all things considered, it seems like I sorta forgot… but with everything you just said… What's going on?" Arnold asked worriedly.
Helga took a deep breath and shook her head. "I… I can't tell you…" she answered, but that just made Arnold's frown deeper. "Helga, I don't want to go through the whole FTI thing again. We both know I'm not giving up until you admit what's going on. Please, I want to help you. The nurse told me that you fainted due to stress and malnutrition! Are you kidding me? Helga!"
"I got it already!" Helga shouted and glared at Arnold, but he was standing his ground. She took a deep breath. "I, uh… What just happened… Uh, it was a mix of… a lot of things… Stress… malnutrition… lack of sleep, a-and… and… aphrodisiac."
"And what is aphrodisiac, Helga? Are you… taking drugs?"
"No!"
"Then what is aphrodisiac?!"
"It's… Uh… Oh, God…" Helga muttered and turned on the bed, so she was facing the wall rather than Arnold. "Helga! Don't cut me out!" he begged and touched her shoulder to shake her a bit. To her relief, it didn't sent a shock through her. At least not an unusually big one like the ones through this day. The aphrodisiac must have worn off.
"I'm not cutting you out! I'm… I just can't look at you while I say this… ok?" Helga asked and pulled the covers over her body and head. "So… you're gonna tell me what's… going on?" he asked gently, while removing his hand from her shoulder. He could see this covers move, since she was nodding. "Ok… then please tell me: What's Aaron doing to you?"
Helga took a very deep breath, before talking beneath the covers. "Uh… f-first of all… Aphrodisiac is some kind of… substance which… uh… which, uh… increases sexual drive… so to speak." She said and gulped a bit, while waiting for that information to sink in.
Arnold just frowned in confusion. "A substance… which causes… Oh… why would you… Wait, didn't you say that Aaron…" and then his eyes just went big, even if he still didn't fully understand what was going on. "Uh… continue, please. I… don't know what to say yet."
"A-All right… Ok, uh… bot-bottom line is… uh… I don't even know where to start. I, uh…" Helga muttered but then took a deep breath again. Just… say it, you stupid… bitch! Come on, Helga, old girl, you can say this! He's gonna find out anyway! "The first day Aaron arrived, he overheard me talking about something, and he's been blackmailing me ever since. This whole 'take-some-aphrodisiac-thing' was part of the blackmail!" she said as quickly as she could and then took a deep breath to calm down her shaking nerves.
Arnold didn't say anything. He was barely thinking anything. "… Huh." He muttered, causing Helga to frown under the covers. Huh…? Did I break him or something? She wondered and dared to turn around and sneak a peek from under the covers.
Arnold was just sitting with a very pensive look on his face. It seemed like he was thinking so hard that his head was starting to hurt. Helga removed the covers from her body and sat up. "Arnold…? Are you… all right? Has football head dot exe stopped working or something?" she asked.
For a second, it seemed like Arnold didn't register that Helga was event talking to him, but then – still wearing a frown – he started smiling and turned to look at her. "What?" he asked with a disbelieving voice before chuckling. She smiled in relief. "Well, at least I didn't destroy you."
"No… but… I'm still trying to… wrap my head around it." Arnold admitted, removed his smile and went to grab his head, still looking as though he was growing a serious migraine. "Let me… get some things straight, ok…? Just answer my questions and nothing more. Just yes and no, ok?"
Helga nodded and gulped a bit. I can't believe it… I told him. I told Arnold about the blackmailing. Well, sorta, he doesn't know what it's about… but still. She thought as she took a deep breath. "Fire away."
"Ok… first of all, Aaron overheard you talking about… something… and decided to… to, uh… to tell you: Do what I say or I'll tell on you?"
"Yes, something like that."
"… That's all I need to know, really." Arnold then said and stood up from the chair. "What? Where are you going?" Helga asked in confusion. He stopped walking and turned to look at her with a nonchalant look in his eyes. "To kill Aaron."
Helga's eyes went wide. It wasn't until Arnold started walking again, before his words truly dawned on her. "What? No, Arnold! That is so out of character!" she said and put her feet to the ground without standing up though. "No, it's not!" he answered and turned around. "Haven't I always been on your side, Helga?"
Helga felt her heart leap with joy for a second, before Arnold turned around again. "No! Arnold, you'll make it worse!" she said and stood up. She managed to take a couple of steps, before she felt her head spinning. "Arnold, I'm gonna - - "
Arnold turned around to see Helga, taking a very crooked step towards him. He quickly grabbed her arms to hold her steady. "You idiot! You're still recovering. What were you thinking?" he asked. "I had to stop you, you idiot! If you tell Aaron that you know, then who knows what he'll do to me? Or you for that matter! I'm not pulling you into this mess!" she answered.
"Then what am I supposed to do, huh?! I can't just sit here, knowing that someone is hurting you, especially not my own cousin! I can't just sit and watch, Helga."
"… Then… Then, uh… become a secret ally or something. I don't know!" Helga said and grabbed his collar in a begging manner. "Please, Arnold… Please don't tell Aaron that I told you. I don't know what he's thinking at all, and I don't know what he might be planning next. I don't wanna risk you getting hurt because of me! I won't allow it!"
Arnold stared into Helga's pleading eyes, as she held his collar. He put his hands on top of hers, ready to argue against her, but then her grip around his collar got tighter. "Please…!" she begged, which just made him sigh in reluctance. "All right… If you really think it'd only make it worse."
Helga smiled in relief and wrapped her arms around Arnold's neck. It almost made him unable to breathe, but he still wrapped his own arms around her waist. "I'm still gonna help you any way I can… and you can't stop me." He muttered in an almost childish manner. She giggled a bit and hugged him a little tighter. "Thank you… Really."
Oh, God… It feels like a huge load on my shoulders has been lifted. I don't know how much Arnold can do for me, but knowing him, he'll find a way to help me through this… Helga thought thankfully.
"Helga… Can I ask something?" Arnold asked. Helga took a deep breath and nodded in his chest. I probably shouldn't ask… It's something she's really desperate to keep hidden, but… I kinda hope it's different, if it's me who's asking… "What is… that secret?"
Arnold felt Helga twitch in his arms. "Uh… Arnold, I… I can't say." she answered. "… Oh…" Arnold muttered, feeling more than a little disappointed. "But I… I do want to tell you… at some point." She added. "Just not… not like this. Not because Aaron's blackmailing me, ok?"
Arnold let Helga's words sink in and then he smiled. "Ok… that's fine, Helga. It's your secret, and I'll help you keep it for as long as you want to." He answered and leaned back, so he could look at her. She was smiling at him with such sincerity that he almost felt like he was falling in love all over again.
Arnold felt something odd in his heart though. With all this going on with her… stress and malnutrition because of the blackmailing… then it's probably a good idea to keep my feelings hidden a little longer. It could end up just complicating things even further… but as soon as Aaron's ass is back in New York, I'm telling her, damn it!
"Knock-knock!" a voice outside the door said, as the sound of knocking echoed. Helga and Arnold turned around to look at the owner of the voice, who turned out to be Aaron. Helga glanced at Arnold, who was already scowling, but she started pinching his back to make him stop. "Ow." He mumbled inaudibly, but caught onto her message quickly.
"How are you feeling, Helga?" Aaron asked with a small smile. Arnold had a very hard time trying not to scowl at that. Don't feign interest in her well-being! You're blackmailing her! If you really cared, then you would just keep her secret!
"I'm… dizzy. Dizzy and so very, very tired. Could you help me back to the bed actually?" Helga asked Arnold, who nodded instantly. They turned around and walked back to the bed, knowing full well, that Aaron was following them.
When Helga was safe in bed, she dared to smile a little at Arnold, who smiled back. "Hey, Arnold, could I talk with Helga for a second?" Aaron asked. Arnold turned to look down at Helga for answer. "What? Can't you think for yourself, football head?" she asked teasingly. "It's ok."
Arnold smiled at Helga's much better mood. "All right. I'll see you later, Helga, I'll follow you home, ok?" he said. She was about to argue against him, but as she glanced at Aaron, she realized what he was doing and smiled. "All right. Thanks. See you." she answered and waved a little at him.
"See you later, Aaron." Arnold said with a very convincing smile and went to walk out of the room. Huh, so football head can act if he really wants to. Helga thought proudly and watched as he walked out. "See you." Aaron said, and then Arnold was gone.
"So, you told him, huh?" Aaron asked with a smirk. Helga's whole body bolted as she looked at him. "How… How in the holy hell did you know?!" she asked in pure shock. "I didn't. You just admitted it." He answered with a wink and sat down.
Helga groaned loudly and let her head fall down to her lap. "I can't believe I fell for a trick I practically invented… but there must have been something that gave it away, right?" she asked. "Yeah. Arnold scowling at me was a pretty good hint." Aaron answered.
"So much for being an ok actor, Arnold… Ugh… so? Is there some sort of penalty involved for this?"
"No, not really. Except I can't really blackmail you anymore."
"Huh? Why not?"
"Because you told him, right?"
"No. I just told him you were blackmailing…" then Helga stopped talking, but it was too late to pull back her own words. Aaron was staring at her in disbelief. "You're kidding…" he muttered and snickered. "You just told him I'm blackmailing you and that was it? That's just cruel!"
"Pot calling the kettle black, don't you think, Mr. Blackmail?"
"Touché, Helga. So, Arnold knows you have a secret that I know, but you didn't tell him what it was?"
"… No."
"That could have been the perfect moment to tell him though."
"The hell it would be!"
"How not?"
"I am not telling Arnold about something like that out of force! I'll tell him when… when the time is right. When I'm not so scared anymore." Helga finished and looked away from Aaron, whom she could hear sigh. "Well, that's your deal. I don't really care if Arnold knows about the blackmailing, but let's not tell him I know that he knows, ok?"
"I don't get why, but fine. See if I care. What did you want anyway?"
"I just asked how you were feeling, didn't I?"
"Oh, like if you really care about my feelings!"
"Believe it or not, but I do. Doesn't matter if you don't believe me though. You seem to just need to get home and rest, so my mission here is done." Aaron said and stood up. Helga rolled her eyes and leaned against the wall behind her.
"Oh, wait. I do have a couple of confessions though." Aaron said, as he had been just about to walk out of the room. Helga frowned. Confessions? What the hell could he possibly have to confess? She wondered. "I took the liberty to ask the nurse what was wrong with you, and she mentioned malnutrition. Have you been eating poorly?"
"When do I ever not eat poorly?" Helga wondered sarcastically. "Helga, that's serious. You need to eat and sleep. I have a feeling you would have fainted today anyhow because of that. Maybe that's also why you tend to faint so much?" Aaron asked.
Helga growled. "You're getting too close to home now, Aaron, and you promised not to do that since the whole poem thing." She pointed out. Aaron lifted up his hands in mock defense. "Fair enough, but you still need to eat. Listen, I do feel a little bad about this whole thing."
"What whole thing? This?"
"Not just this. The whole blackmail thing, though I have no intention of stopping. Let me take you out to dinner tonight. On me, of course. You need the food."
"… I'm not going on a date with you." Helga answered very simply. Aaron rolled his eyes. "Who said anything about a date? Can't two friends go out and eat together? My God, for a girl with very low confidence, you sure are presumptuous."
"We're not friends either!"
"All right. Then look at it this way: I need to keep my victim well functioned, right? Take this as another blackmail." Aaron answered. Helga frowned a bit, but then she could feel her stomach rumble. She automatically held both her hands to it to make it stop, but it wasn't like she could cover it up by then.
Before Aaron even had the chance to laugh, continue talking or whatever he had opened his mouth to do, Helga spoke first. "Fine. All right. You win, but I'm warning you: I'll eat the most expensive thing there!"
Aaron simply chuckled. "That's fine with me. A place you'd prefer?"
"… Chez Pierre."
"Chez Pierre? Why does that sound… Oh, wait, isn't that the restaurant you've been to like a million times?"
"First of all: A million times is highly exaggerated. Second of all: No. You're thinking of Chez Paris, the one across Chez Pierre. I've never been to Chez Pierre before. All things considered, I think it's time to try that place out too."
"Fine with me. When do you want me to pick you up?"
"I can walk myself, you know."
"With your health? I don't think so. Listen up: You'll go home, sleep, get dressed and I'll pick you up at 7pm, ok?" Aaron asking, with a tone indicating that it wasn't really a question. Helga wanted to argue against him, but was far too tired to do so. "Fine. Have it your way."
"Thanks. I like it my way." Aaron said with a smirk and went towards the door. "Now, hold on!" Helga called. He stopped and turned. "What?" he asked. "Didn't you have another confession to make?" she asked.
"… Oh, right! Remember how I told you there was aphrodisiac in that bottle I gave you?"
"Uh, yeah, of course I do… What about it?"
"You, uh… ever heard of the term 'placebo'?" Aaron asked. Helga frowned and let the word roam in her brain for a couple of seconds. "Oh, yeah… It's this kind of phenomenon where you tell someone you're giving them medicine, so they think they will feel better, but it's actually just a vitamin pill or something, and yet they feel better anyway, because they believe they will… right?"
"Yeah, that's right." Aaron answered and simply kept look at Helga, waiting for her to get it. Her eyebrows slowly furrowed and then her eyes narrowed. "Wait… why are you talking about placebo?" she asked. He shrugged. "Try and figure that out for yourself." he answered and walked out of the door. "See you tonight."
Helga kept staring at the white door, as Aaron closed it behind him. Placebo… Tricking someone into believing something will happen and then it does… Wait… Oh, my God! That fucking bastard! He tricked me!
"AARON!"
Aaron stopped out in the hallway, hearing Helga's booming voice ringing through almost all of the school. He snickered loudly. "Oh, God. I'm so sorry, Helga… but that was a way too fun opportunity to pass. See you tonight."
Author's 2nd note: Bet you didn't see that one coming, did you? *Wink-wink* Placebo aphrodisiac! It was all in her head, that's how strong placebo can be :P
Anyways! I'm sorry to say that the next chapter won't be up until at least Wednesday. It's my dad's birthday and he lives a little far away, so I'm going to be away for four days :P I figured I should at least upload this before I disappear xD I'll be home a Tuesday, but I don't know when and I'm also having my first driving lesson in the dark, so I don't have much time that day :P
Also a little explanation: I guess some of you are wondering why I've become a little slow? xD It's very simple: When I first started writing, I didn't really have much else to do as such (except for a driving lesson here and there) I still have driving lessons, but now my driving test is getting so very close, so I'm studying a bit too. Today I was up at 6am (which is very early for me, considering my schedule is SO not tight with school or anything like that xD) to go to a track to practice skidding. Very stressful for me, since it means to simulate accidents and I'm like terrified of those xD Anyhow! I will see you guys at Tuesday! :P