Arnold Strikes Gold?

Arnold couldn't believe his eyes or luck right now. A cute girl like Chelsea normally would pick on him or **** him to help her with her homework; nothing good ever came from interacting with ladies out of his league. So naturally, he felt a bit skeptical and cautious at this moment.

"I-It's okay... you don't have to." Arnold reassured her, hoping she'll get the message and leave him alone. Being rude or even raising his voice would lead to some trouble for him. "I-I don't want to trouble you..."

Chelsea simply moved her hand up and down his chest in response. "But I insist... I like to help out other people, no matter their background or lifestyle. I promise you're not troubling me." Her other hand began caressing his cheek. Arnold blushed in response and tried to look away. "There's no need to be shy; I don't bite." She giggled before taking a step back.

"Let's get to know each other better, yeah? I'd say we hang out somewhere after class." She suggested. "Somewhere like..."