I fell backwards... my head spinning. What was that? Relationship? Romantic? "Helena?!" Shouted Jessica. "Did you lie to me?" She asked. She frowned. "I thought there was nothing between you and Dante?" "There is nothing," I said. "I-I don't understand what they mean. I'm not in a relationship with him. Why would he...?" "It's alright Helena. Don't worry about it. I'm sure you'll be able to talk to him soon and you can straighten things out with him," said Daniel. "I don't want to see him though!" "Helena... It'll be impossible to avoid him," said Jessica. "Just talk to him." I frowned. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening... After classes were let out, there was a big commotion in the halls. I pushed my way through the crowd but tripped. A hand reached out and caught me before I crash landed. "Ah... thank y..." I began and I looked up to see Dante Anderson. "YOU!!" I shouted. "Oh, it's you," he said in a calm voice. The hall fell silent and my face flushed. "Wh-why are you here?" I asked. "I don't think you should be here," I said quietly and I looked down at the ground. "Well I wanted to come see my girlfriend. Is that a problem?" "It is a problem considering that you are not my..." I didn't get a chance to finish before he grabbed my arm and fled. He pulled me after him until we exited the school and down to the parking lot. A car waited for him, the door open and he pushed me inside. "What are you doing?!" I demanded as he got in a closed the door behind him. "Please drive Jackson," he said to the driver. The car began to move and I fidgeted. I had never been in this fancy a car. "Why are you doing this? Why me? Why announce to the world that I'm your girlfriend? It only makes you look bad because our relationship is illegal..." I said softly. "I don't care if it makes me look bad," he said. "I'm doing this to get out of an engagement," he said bluntly. "What?" "My mother said if I found a girlfriend before the month was over, she'd break off my engagement to this other girl until further notice." "B-but yesterday when we met. It was obvious I didn't like you, and it was obvious you didn't like me, so why...?" "I did go home thinking of you. Now don't flatter yourself, I wasn't thinking of you in a good way. I was going to look you up on the Internet and find out more about you and your weak spots and destroy you. As I read more and more I found out about your mother." I flinched. My mother... My mother had been sick for the last seven months. Even though I was her daughter, my mother had begged the doctors not to tell me just yet of her condition. I was worried for her. We came from a poor family and we couldn't afford many of the hospital bills so she was living in a 'not-so-nice' hospital. "What about her...?" I asked through my clenched teeth. He examined me for a second. "Talking about your mother really sets you on edge doesn't it?" I looked at the floor and didn't say anything. "Look. I came up with a proposal last night. I won't destroy you if you agree to be my girlfriend for show. It will just be until the end of March. So six months from now. In return I will financially provide a better living space and treatment for your mother." My head shot up. "What?" "If you agree to help me, I will help your mother out until she... well you know..." "You're using my mother as a bribe?! What kind of a sick person are you?! You knew I wouldn't be able to back down or reject! You knew that yet you..." I couldn't finish. He was using my mother as his way out on a stupid engagement. How could he? "So?" I looked at him. "What?" "So what if I'm using your mother. I don't care about you, I don't even know you. So what? Are you going to help me or not?" Deep down I had wished that he would've come around and realized that what he did was wrong. Instead of rejecting his proposal I nodded and accepted it. It wasn't because it benefited me or him, it was for my mother, I wanted her to be happy. "Good," he said. "Just appear as my beloved girlfriend and we should be alright. Are you prepared." I shook my head. "Then prepare, because things might become a little nasty between you and the rest of the world.l