Here is the new chapter :) I would like to thank you Jopeth23 for correcting my fic. I hope you'll like it guys :)

I was tapping my finger incessantly on the wooden counter of the drug store where I was actually working. Six in the evening. In approximatively fourheen minutes, I should go. To Helga's. I sighed, still thinking about a good excuse for the money I will soon spend for the dinner. It really have to be a good idea. But today I was lucky; my boss was working with me the whole evening. It was one of his ''surprise visits'' I guess. So the thing is since I entered the drug-store, I faked a stomach ache, but I told him that I still wanted to work. It should be easier that way to convince him later that I am really sick... I think? I'm not really a good liar. But my conscience wasn't clean about it. I sighed again, and looked the back of my boss placing merchandise in front of me. Mister Bernandez was a Spanish native, but lived here in America for years. He came here to be rich, and even if he was well-off, he was far from being rich. He was such a kind man, I began to feel guilty lying to him. But there is no way I let this dinner pass me by. I will go to Helga's, Helga Pataki, to her appartment, and together we will go to the most fancy restaurant in town.

''Arnold, can ya tell where the sheets 'bout tax collection are?'' Bernandez suddenly asked standing up in front of me, his big fingers running in his black hair.

I slightly smiled, still faking it, and handed to him the papers he asked for before winking painfully. My hand was rubbing my stomach, and my eyes was hardly shut. I hope I am believable enough.

It seemed to work, 'cause he frowned and tapped my back.

''Hey kiddo, are ya okay, stomach still aching ?''

''Y-yes...''

''You should go home.'' He told me with a worried voice.

I winked again, and leaned against the counter.

''Are... Are you sure ?''

''Yeah, yeah, go ahead, would ya be able to make ya way home alone?''

''Yeah... Yeah I think I would... Oh...''

I played the sick guy until I reached the next street. Once alone, I let out a deep sigh of relief, and yet, I had no reason the be relieved. I felt squeezed, as I was being entombed in the shit I've thrown myself into... A wrong word, and I could lost my job, my girl friends, my friends and my best friend. Again, I sighed deeply. Luckily my parents were living in California, they won't say that I had made a fool out of myself for a girl. Feeling down, I headed for Helga's, my backpack full with my suit and tie outfit carefully folded. I wished she would let me change my clothes, and won't ever make me ditch my work again.

I suddenly blushed to the thought of the proposal she've made. A yes, a weak yes, and she would have given me a blowjob... Even Lila wouldn't do such thing, she said it was disgusting. I think I'm the unluckiest man in the world. I am ever so sure Gerald can get what he wants from Phoebe. Nadine would do whatever his popular boyfriend Harry Bennect would want, aka Peapod Kid, nicknamed like that after a stupid play's costume when he was a kid. They got along, but they were so different; Nadine wanted to be enthomologist, and Harry attempted to be a lawyer.

Personally, I would pay to know how he was doing this; I had a freaking fear of insects; I wish they could all just disappear. Then, my thoughts began to fly towards the lovelives of my friends. Harold went out for a long time with Patty, an old bully from elementary school. She was kinda kind and smart despite her rough looks. It was love with a big "L" between them, but she traded Harold for Wolfgang, another old bully who loves beating up kids, but ever so sweet with his girlfriend. Harold took it badly, and fell in love with Rhonda, the rich little girl, not long after his break up. Of course, she wasn't interested with him at all, she was already in a relationship with Lorenzo, the other rich kid in the gang. Then, there is the threesome Eugène, Sid and Sheena. A few years back, Sid was in love with a girl named Ruth, who I used to like as well. If my memory serves me right, she was older, but she was damn sexy. But now, he has the hots for Sheena, the ecologist of the school. But it was evident that both of Eugène and Sheena was madly in love for each other. Sheena really is a beautiful girl, simple, but jolly, always with a smile across her face, and Eugene is as redheaded boy with frickles. He is a real jinx, but he is one of the kindest boy I ever met. The only time I saw him go bad was when he became a "bad boy" in elementary school.

It didn't last long. And there was Thaddeus, aka Curly. He is the freak of the gang, he is crazily in love with Rhonda since their eyes met. He always wore big glass on his nose and wear flashy clothes. Stinky got a crush on Lila when he was kid, but it faded long time ago. And for Brainy... Well, I do not know a lot about him, he is silent and always is by himself in his corner, but he is a big part of the gang. I think he has a girlfriend named Hilda, somewhere in a foreign country...

And I.. Had Lila. My beautiful and wonderful, yet annoying Lila. I sighed. Knowing my life with Lila would be like this... I smiled. I sounded like a old man. I should think less negatively, and more positively. Yes, look at the bright side ! So, I am a well-being man with good health, only 18 years old, I study to be a famous archeologist, I had a cute girlfriend who is taking care of me, and... A crush on a dangerous bad girl. But, its only a little crush, doesn't it ? It can't hurt anyone...

I stopped in front of a four-story building. I checked the address just to be sure. It was here... Wait, Helga was living in HERE ? What a surprise, my eyes almost popped out. The building was almost in ruins, there was rats playing all around around the place, and I could hear from here the screams of angry residents. How could she live here? I gasped, and entered. Immediately, the smell of coke and pee attacked my nostrils, and it gave me the urge to vomit. It was to-ta-lly disgusting, how such a beautiful and talented girl living here could pay for the university, darn it !

I took a deep breath and hurried to the third floor, and knocked at the door. I tried to keep my self-control, but the odors and the yells were making me uneasy. I heard a man yelling ''GET OUT OF HERE YOU SLUT!'' upstairs, and no long after, I saw a half-naked woman making her way down the stairs, screaming in fear. This same fear took possession of my heart. This fear wasn't for me, I was afraid that something bad could happen to Helga.

All of sudden, the doorknob spun and the young woman of my dreams appeared in front of me, still wearing her school's outfit.

''Hey, Football head, come in, I'm going to change.''

''Ah... Uh.. Cool, can I go inside and change too? I didn't had the time to...''

''Yeah, yeah, whatever, do what ya want.''

And she shut herself in her room. I remained stunned, then shook my head and headed for the bathroom. I couldn't help but to check her apartment, and it was in a crappy state. The odor wasn't as bad as the entrance, I could easily notice the smell of the air-freshener, it was the same Lila use to use for the apartment. The bench in the living room was almost broken on the left side, the kitchen's tabe looked as old as my mother, and the walls was full of holes. I felt really bad for Helga; she really have to be in the shit to have such a crappy appartment. I entered the tiny bathroom and remembered that Helga was dressing right to the left of the bathroom. I bit my lips thinking about this pretty girl taking off all her clothes, revealing hot body able to make a Saint drool.

''Not now.'' I said to my crotch before taking a long breath.

Fucking hormones. I dressed myself of my black suit-and white tie before looking at the mirror. Not bad, not bad. I hope she's going to like it. I went out of the bathroom, and sat on the uncomfortable bench. She didn't have any television, only a cracked gray wall. What a depressing place. I heard drugs could cost an arm, no wonders why she can't afford better. I wonder what kind of clothes she was putting on. I sighed. Certainly something old and torn appart. Maybe it was a bad idea. It's going to be wrong and annoying.

''I'm ready!'' Said the bad girl, showing up.

I turned my eyes towards her and my jaw dropped. It has took more than twenty minutes, but damn, that was all worth it! Helga's hair was in a messy bun, and several wild blond strands were graciously flying around her bare neck. She wore a wonderful red dress filled in bright straws, and a blood red high heels. She didn't wear make up. I couldn't stop the wave of desire overunning my body. I wanted to tear apart this dress and make love with her on the floor in a heartbeat. I wasn't able to look anywhere else other than her body, and I cursed to have a girlfriend.

''Hey Hairboy, you're still with me?'' Asked an obviously irritated voice, snapping her fingers before my face.

I woke up from my daydream, and rose before looking at her one more time from head-to-toe.

''Wow, Helga, you're... You're really pretty.'' I said uneasy.

''Yeah, I know, come on, hurry go, I can't wait to come back!'' She muttered like being with me was a hard task.

I think this dinner was going to be longer than planned. I didn't understand why I am attracted to such a crazy girl. She was mean, dangerous, crazy, sarcastic...

But also beautiful, smart, confident, brave, strong and creative. I sighed. I wondered where it's going to lead. She looked the door behind her and we went downstairs. Suddenly, I heard steps behind us, and a big, tall man with muscles as big as my head who smelled strongly of beer shoved himself past us.

''Look where ya goin' you freaking idiot!'' Helga cried raising her fist. ''Or ya deal with Ol' betsy!''

Ol' Betsy ? Who is she?' Whatever. I couldn't go further in my thoughts 'cause Helga continued to go downstairs, and we quickly found ourself breathing the fresh air. I couldn't help but take a deep breath of this fresh hair to forget the horrible smell of her building.

''It's good, isn't it ?''

''Uh?" I asked a little too much stupidly, turning towards her.

''The smell. The smell of the entrance is horrible.''

''Oh, that... Yeah, I mean... I didn't want to say it, but yeah...''

Helga smiled a little, and held out her arm to me, which I looked with curiosity. She then became upset.

''Crimeny, what are you waiting for, geekbait?! You are inviting me to the restaurant, aren't you? So be gallant, for crying out loud!''

I blushed, my cheek was hardly burning under the dark shade of red. Cursing to myself, I took her arm. It was the first time I touched her, and her skin was incredibly soft. I tried to keep myself cool as we headed for the restaurant.

Despite my will, I was terrified at the idea of someone seeing me. Chez Paris is the restaurant right to the left of Chez Pierre, and I knew a lot of my friends loved chilling out there. My heart was beating fast at the idea of being caught in a date with Helga. I gazed at her. She seemed relaxed, and for a moment, I couldn't stop myself from seeing her as a sophisticated woman, and not the good ol' delinquent she was. We sat, and ordered. I was a little afraid she would act like a jerk, talking really loud and cursing. But unlike my expectations, she was really courteous and sophisticated like a real lady of the night. I blushed. She was just so gorgeous.

''So, Football head...''

''Arnold.'' I said.

''So, Arnold-o... Why did you invite me here?''

I gasped to the question. My eyes met ocean orbs that looked at me questioningly. I silently stared at the table a long moment.

''Why not?''

It was her turn to be stunned. She took a sip of her water and put her head on her crossed fingers.

''I proposed something more... sexy... And yet, you refused. Isn't that a bit strange from a man?''

I frowned. She sure didn't meet a lot of good people in her life. I didn't even want to think about the things she had been through to survive until now.

''Well, you know, it shouldn't have been right to... To take adventage of you after I saved you from..."

''Getting raped?"

''Y-yeah... That...''

It was stunning the way she says that without flinching. I raised my eyes to see her leaning back on the chair, gazing at me with a piercing look which kept me from looking at something else. Then she sighed, and a smirk brighted her face.

''You're sure weird. You're not like these old pervy guys I've met before."

I wasn't sure if it was me being nervous or the fact she complimented me, but I felt my heart raced in my chest. I rubbed the back of my neck.

''I'm ever so sure you have met some other peo..."

''Wait, it's not going to work.'' She spat.

I stopped, and wondered what I have done wrong.

''The evening is starting bad.'' Helga looked exasperated. ''For God sake, can you stop saying 'ever so' and 'I'm oh too certain'. You sounds gay pal."

I felt my face turning red, and I muttered a weak and shy worry. Damn Lila and her expressions. She sighed, and we began to eat.

I though the dinner would be horrible, that she would be mean to me or I would find anything to say, but finally, all went well, even very well. I talked to her about me, about my life, and I told jokes. She was carefully listening, and laughted to my jokes without saying any word about her and her life. But I learn she was born in Arizona and she moved here with her parents some years ago.

''Helga, I'd like to talk about the show you made at the bar...'' I suddenly said with the desire to bring the topic back.

''Hm?'' She spoke drinking her water.

''You were... Really stunning back then. You are a talented singer, did your boss write the lyrics ?''

''No, I did.''

The reply stunned me. Not only she was talented in art and have a beautiful voice, but she seemed to have some skills in writing. I wondered if there was one thing she wasn't good at?

''You wrote this song? But Helga, you are wasting your talent. You should use it for something else, I don't know, like poems or book, or you could be a expressionist... I don't think writing song about party and sex is a great way to use it.''

Then I shut up. I wished I would shut my mouth sooner. I think I went too far in her personal space. After all, she could do what she wanted. I waited for her to yell at me, throw her things at me and run away, but she didn't. She watched the people around us as it was the most interesting thing right now, which I doubted.

''It's not that easy.''

That's all she said. She never looked at me or raised her voice, and I began to worry. After all, what do I know about her? Nothing at all, it was too early for us to discuss about things like this.

''And that's none of your beeswax, Hairboy.''

I rolled my eyes.

''So do you have a girlfriend?'' She asked me, looking at me as she was eating her steak tartare.

''Yeah, her name's Lila Sawyer. I think you share the same class for biology.

''Let me think, the pretty redheaded girl in braids, big emerald green eyes, a little turned up nose and freckled ?

Her description stunned me, and I could feel goosebumps traveling across my back.

''You... You know her ?''

'''Somewhat. She came to me today to tell me to stay away from you, and not to get you in any trouble. Weird girl.'' She nastily laughed.

I bit my lip. It wasn't good. It wasn't good at all.

''You're not going to say anything, right ?''

''Say what?''

''That I came here with you.''

Helga pretended to be offended.

''Why would I cause you any trouble? Okay, you're a little annoying, too shy, and too curious, but you look like a fine guy. Well, I wonder what would keep me from...''

She never ended her sentence, but her smirk was talking for her. But I was too oblivious or blind to take a guess, and I simply continued to eat my escargot.

The rest of the evening went fine, and I learned she played guitar on her free time, and she was such a perfectionist with her art and writing. She was always late when it was time to go somewhere, it's the reason why she liked for somene to pick her up for a date rather than meeting up with them. And I learned she was hard to wake up during the mornings.

It wasn't a big deal, but I felt myself being closer to her through her "confessions".

After the dinner, we talked again and the waiter brought us the bill. When I saw the bill, I almost fainted. Even if I didn't took anything to drink and ate the cheapest thing in this restaurant, I'm still going to pay eighty bucks !

''Got problem paying?'' Helga asked with a smirk across her face.

I faked a smile, and pulled out my debit card.

''No, I can pay this. You need to keep your money, and try to move out from your crappy apartment as soon as possible. I don't like the idea to see a girl living out there.''

She raised her eyebrows, surprised by my caring words towards her, then another smile came to her face.

I paid and we headed out of the restaurant. I was getting nervous again, cause I haven't came up with excuse for Lila yet.

'Well, this is where we go on seperate ways.''

''Wait, can I come back to your apartment to change my clothes?'' I asked with hope. ''I can't go back to my house in these, Lila would ask me questions.''

She sighed, and rolled her eyes.

''Fine, but hurry. I'm looking forward to smoking.''

I rolled my eyes back, and we headed for her appartment. I changed my clothes as well as her. This evening made me happy, I hope I could invite her again, and that no one would find out about this date.

I waited for her to come out of her room to bid her farewell like a gentlemen. Several minutes later, she came to me wearing a black baggy and a dark pink top tank, her hair were down, and waved in her back. I sighed daydreamly. It would be so sweet to run my fingers through it.

She leaned on the wall near me, arms crossed. I realized how tall and lanky she was, and I liked it. I am tired of bending low to kiss Lila.

''Well, this date was good, Arnold-o. I appreciated it.''

''Arnold.'' I repeated.

''Yeah, whatever. Take care of you. Oh, I almost forgot...''

I expected her to give me a goodbye hug, but I received something much better.

She grabbed my collar and I felt a pressure on my lips. It was warm, wet and sweet yet wild and passionnate. My eyes widened, my strength left my body, and I almost fainted. I looked at her. Her only visible eye was closed and she was pressing her lips firmly against mine. Oh god, I must be dreaming, Helga Pataki was kissing me! I must be dreaming...

I had barely started to kiss her back that she pulled off her soft lips from mine to look at me with a smirk on her face.

''Not bad, blondie. Now get out of here.''

And before I could answer, she walked me out of her appartment. People were yelling in the whole building, and the entrance was still stinks, but I didn't care anymore. My eyes was still wide open. Slowly, my fingertips touched my kips, and a real big smile grew on my lips. I forgot my financial problem for a moment.

Damn, Pataki was kissing like a Goddess. Even Lila couldn't kiss me as well. I watched my hand and sighed.

Well, I think I'm madly in love with Helga Pataki.