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

They all belong to their rightful owner: Craig Bartlett.

Title: "Tomboy in a dress"

Summary: Arnold is an aspiring teacher who has just gotten his first job. Little does he know that being the newest and youngest teacher is going to be the least of his problems. Four students are ready to make his life miserable and one of them in particular is doing a good job at messing with his head. Will he be able to stay true to his heart and still not jeopardize his job?

Author's 1st note: Ok, so this first author's note is gonna be pretty long, but please do read through it before reviewing (especially if you're gonna be asking questions because your question will probably be answer here.)

First of all, boy oh boy, have I been looking forward to starting this because A) it'll be my first long-term story in a while. B) it's going to be a little different than my usual stories and C) it's my very first crossover! When it comes to FanFiction that is. So, this is a crossover between Hey Arnold! and Bully: Scholarship edition and while some may be here for the Bully aspect, I'm sure most of the readers will be here because of Hey Arnold! which is also why I need to inform some things here from the beginning.

To those of you who do NOT know the plot behind Bully: You don't have to go and play the game, watch a let's play or even see the cut scenes on YouTube. You don't need to know these characters or their backgrounds in order to follow this story, I'll make sure to introduce them all to you as new characters. This counts for those of you who might be here because of Bully as well, you don't need to get to know Hey Arnold! in order to understand this.

To those of you who DO know the plot behind Bully: Everything that happened in the game has NOT happened in this story and will not happen. Gary is not interested in taking over the school, Jimmy doesn't hate him (as such, that'll be clearer in the story itself) and Zoe was never expelled. FYI, those are the three characters from Bully that'll be most important in this story, but the others will be in it as well. And another important thing to mention here: Despite Gary saying in Bully that he has ADD, I have chosen to "remove" that from his character in this story. Instead, I've made it a sort of "secret" what he suffers from because, frankly, nothing about his character tells us he has ADD and his psychotic behavior cannot be because of ADD because that's not what ADD is about. Also, I don't want to trample on anyone who may suffer from a mental disease, even if it wasn't my choice to give Gary ADD in the original story in Bully. So, Gary has a mental disease in my story, but it will never be said explicitly. And he might be a little OOC in the beginning of this, but he'll soon grow to be the psycho we all love to hate and hate to love.

Speaking of characters, Arnold and Helga are basically the only characters from Hey Arnold! that will be in this story, the rest are from Bully. Gerald will be in the story though from time to time, mostly as Arnold's best friend and advisor, so to speak. The story is focused on Arnold and Helga though.

About the genres, if I could choose as many as possible, it would be: Drama, romance, hurt/comfort, humor and angst. I'm telling you this mostly to give you an idea what this story is going to be about without giving away the plot. With that being said I will, like I have done in my earlier stories, write in the first author's note if something "questionable" or "provoking" will happen in the chapter you are about to read. When I write a warning like that, you can go to the second author's note and read EXACTLY what will happen in this chapter that I want to warn you about. I am doing this to make sure to not traumatize anyone who might be weak of heart, squeamish or basically just want to get a fair warning. I am not gonna let anyone tell me that I didn't warn them.

Rated M because of language, violence and explicit sex. And I think that's enough babbling for now! Please enjoy the very first chapter of "Tomboy in a dress"

[Please notify me if you notice any grammar mistakes. This isn't my first language, so there's bound to be mistakes.]


Chapter 1: "Four-leaf clover of little monsters"

"So, you nervous?" a man asked before he took a sip from the coffee that was as dark as his skin was. The man he was asking though was fidgeting with the cream container that matched his skin much more. He gave a nervous chuckle as he poured the cream into his coffee.

"I've moved out of my childhood home, I'm in a town I've never been in before and I know absolutely no one here." He declared as he ran his fingers through his blonde hair. "The word nervous doesn't quite cut it."

"This may not be Hillwood, Arnold, but you're gonna be fine. You always come out on top."

"At least one of us have faith in me."

"Where did the Arnold that always looks on the bright side go?"

"He's still here, he's just a little freaked out." Arnold replied with a smirk. "But it helps that you could meet with me before my first day, Gerald."

"Well, you don't have time to be freaked out. It's your first day at…" Gerald said dramatically, but then scrunched his eyes thoughtfully. "Uh, what's the school called again?"

"Bullworth Academy. It's named after the town and thank God for that."

"Why?"

"Because the principal is called Dr. Crabblesnitch. Imagine if the school was named after him." Arnold said with a low snicker. It wasn't fair to make fun of the man's name he knew, but he did have to keep his laughing down the first time he heard it.

"Crabblesnitch? The students must bully him all the time! The school's nickname would quickly become Crapacademy!" Gerald declared, not caring that his own mocking was rude.

"He's the principal, Gerald. I don't think he hangs out with the students too much." Arnold insisted and took a deep breath. "I hope I'll do ok."

"Why are you so goddamn nervous anyway?" Gerald asked with his eyebrows knitted together.

"Really?" Arnold asked sarcastically. "First day at not just new, but first job isn't enough?"

"I thought your age might be a reason too." Gerald teased. "You must be the youngest teacher at that school."

"Don't remind me." Arnold said with a chuckle. "I'm afraid that both the students and my colleagues will think that my inexperience means I can't handle this."

"Oh, please. You're the most brilliant 20-year-old miles about. And let's be honest, the students will love a younger teacher." Gerald insisted, but Arnold wasn't truly convinced.

"Even the seniors?"

"Especially the seniors." Gerald said suggestively and wiggled his eyebrows.

"Gerald." Arnold said in a warning tone.

"What? It'd be perfectly legal. The seniors are, what, 17-18?"

"It's not legal. A teacher and a student isn't allowed no matter what age the student is."

"You're no fun." Gerald said playfully.

"I'm not gonna jeopardize this job just to fuel your dirty fantasies." Arnold said jokingly and looked at his clock. "Speaking of which, I will be jeopardizing this job if I don't leave right now."

Both men finished their coffee in one gulp, paid their bills and then left Old Bullworth Vale Coffee House. After Arnold had thanked Gerald once again for meeting with him so early in the morning and Gerald had told him it was the least he could do as the best friend, they both went to their separate cars. Arnold sat inside the Packard for a moment, taking a couple of deep breaths while looking at himself in the mirror. He had chosen to wear a sleek gray jacket layered over a dress shirt and a cerulean vest. He was starting to wonder if he had made the right choice, but he couldn't go back and change now.

Finding Bullworth Academy was easy and not just because Arnold had already been there before to look at the place. This independent boarding school was located between two bridges that connected it to the rest of the town so it was rather isolated even though the bridges weren't too time-consuming. After finding a parking spot, Arnold looked the school over. It consisted of a main building, the boys' and girls' dorms, the library and the gym. From the parking lot though, all Arnold could see was the main building.

A middle-aged woman dressed like a typical secretary in the 1950s approached Arnold. She was wearing a black woman's suit over a pale gray blouse, a matching conservative mini-skirt and dark heeled shoes. Once she was close enough, he could also see that she had pearl earrings in both ears.

"You must be Mr. Shortman, correct?" the woman asked formally and put her hands together in front of her waist.

"Yes. I'm glad to meet you." Arnold replied and offered his hand, but she just gave him a disapproving look.

"I am Miss Danvers." The woman replied instead and Arnold rubbed his neck awkwardly with the hand he had been trying to greet her with. "Welcome to Bullworth Academy." She proclaimed dramatically and then made a satisfied sigh that sounded more like something that belonged in a bedroom than in the parking lot of a boarding school. "I'm sure you will be very happy here. Very happy indeed."

"I am… sure that I will too." Arnold said, trying his best not to let his face show how uncomfortable he felt around this woman already.

"The headmaster is expecting you in his study. Come along." Miss Danvers said and gestured for the new teacher to follow her, which he did in silence.

As Arnold followed Miss Danvers through the school, he looked at the students roaming around. They were in wide ages from as young as 14 to as old as 18-years-old. The school uniform they wore didn't change from their age though. The uniform consisted of a white dress shirt and dress shoes. The school had official sweaters and vests as well, but those were optional though it seemed that most students chose to wear them. The girls wore skirts of different lengths while the boys wore either khaki pants or dress slacks. He also noticed that while most of the students were wearing ties, they didn't seem to be mandatory since a few students could be seen without them. To Arnold's surprise, the sweaters and vests came in different colors and the students seemed to be divided into different colors depending on who they were chatting with. The students in blue vests were sitting on some of the benches for example while the ones in green were hanging out near the library. Very few students were wearing light blue uniforms and even though Arnold wasn't a judgmental person, he assumed that those particular students were of a richer background based on how they were comparing their parents' latest checks.

As Arnold and Miss Danvers walked up the stairs to the main building, sirens could be heard in the distance. After seeing Miss Danvers turning around, Arnold did the same thing and saw a police car stopping in front of the school gates. After hearing Miss Danvers sigh behind him, Arnold turned around.

"They couldn't be here for one of our students, could they?"

"Oh, they most certainly are." Miss Danvers sneered with a stiff upper lip.

"But who could they be here for?"

"Oh, presumably one of those little monsters over there." Miss Danvers said and nodded her head towards four students. Arnold moved a step down to look at them properly.

It was two girls and two boys who were sitting on the ground near the main building. One of the boys had darker skin than the others though it was more mulatto-colored than dark. He was slightly taller than the other boy, but a bit more slender. He had brown hair in a low fade style with a part of it on the left, brown eyes, and he had a notable scar over his right eye. He was wearing a teal-colored Bullworth sweater vest over a gray shirt and gray school slacks. On his left wrist was a silver watch and on the right, a leather wristband. The other boy though had freckles and wore a gold stud earring on his left ear. He had a ginger buzz cut and brown eyes. He wore the blue Bullworth vest over a white shirt with khaki school slacks. One of the girls had red short hair, brown eyes and was wearing lots of rings on her fingers as well as black nail polish. She, unlike her group, wasn't wearing a vest over the white dress shirt, but was wearing an orange tartan skirt as the only student and even had black lace gloves on her arms.

It was the other girl who caught Arnold's eyes though. She was wearing the blue uniform, but had the sleeves of the dress shirt rolled up to her biceps which were rather defined, but not excessively muscular. She wore thigh-high white stockings unlike most of the other girls who wore knee-high or none at all and her blue tie was loosened sluggishly around her neck. She had long blonde hair that would probably go all the way down to her waist if she didn't have it tied up in pigtails. She had a helix chain piercing that connected to her earlobe and her eyes were big and blue with a trace of thin eyeliner and mascara around them.

"Helga Pataki!" one of the police officers called and the group on the grass looked up. As soon as they saw who was calling one of the girls, they all got up from the grass and started sprinting. The police officers told them to freeze before they started chasing them.

Arnold took a step back until he almost collided with the stone railing. He quickly looked behind him and down to the ground that was about 7 feet below him before he looked back. He saw that three of the students had run down the stairs and were now running down the pavement below him. The last one though was heading straight towards him, the blonde girl. Arnold froze as he noticed her seeing him. She almost seemed to slow down for a second, but then picked up her speed again before she jumped over the railing, using his shoulder as leverage. Arnold barely managed to turn around in shock before she had already run off with her friends.

"Mr. Shortman!" Miss Danvers called and Arnold turned around. "Are you coming?"

"Shouldn't we do something?" he asked in disbelief as he walked back to her, but couldn't help looking over his shoulder, not that he could see anything.

"What could we do?" the woman asked before she headed towards the door. "We let the police officers do their work and see whether any of those four monsters will be in their classes later or not. Besides, we shouldn't let Dr. Crabblesnitch waiting. He is a brilliant man… Brilliant."

Monsters? Surely they don't deserve that, Arnold thought, but kept quiet as he followed Miss Danvers into the school. He looked around as they headed up the woodened stairs by the end of the hall. The place was big, just like he had imagined. It had yellow tiles, the walls were painted yellow and there were banners everywhere, telling you to vote for different candidates for class president. Once they were upstairs, on the big balcony overlooking the lower floor, they headed inside to the principal's office.

Dr. Crabblesnitch's office was decorated in dark brown or red colors. His walls were adorned with pictures of former principals, a salmon on the wall and a big, stuffed bird, Arnold assumed was an eagle, but frankly he wasn't sure. There were also several bookshelves around the walls, a globe in one of the corners and a fireplace across the room. Dr. Crabblesnitch was sitting in a dark red office chair with a big mahogany desk in front of him, currently writing on some pieces of paper when Arnold came in. He was wearing a brown suit and his hair was brown, but well into the process of graying. When Arnold coughed, he looked up.

"Ah, you must be our new teacher. Shortman, was it?" Dr. Crabblesnitch asked and closed the papers.

"Yes, sir." Arnold replied politely and offered his hand which Crabblesnitch shook politely. "Dr. Crabblesnitch, may I just say that I am very grateful for this opportunity. Given my young age - - "

"I have always believed that skills have nothing to do with age, young man or else I wouldn't have hired you." Dr. Crabblesnitch interrupted and gestured towards the two chairs in front of his desk. Arnold sat down dutifully and waited for Crabblesnitch to sit back down as well, but he walked around the desk instead. "I simply called you here to welcome you to our community here at Bullworth Academy where we excel at making our pupils into respectable members of our society. I've had a good feeling about you since we talked at your interview. I am sure that you and I will make great friends and that you'll be an asset to our school."

Arnold was completely taken aback by Dr. Crabblesnitch's words. "Th-Thank you, sir. I will do my best." He promised, unsure whether he felt scared or encouraged by the clear expectations he was already met with.

"Miss Danvers, are you back yet?" Dr. Crabblesnitch asked just before Miss Danvers came jogging back with a tray. On the tray were a porcelain cup and a teapot.

"Yes, Headmaster. And I got your tea." Miss Danvers said in an adoring voice and Arnold had to hold back the urge to snicker. She was clearly smitten with him.

"You are good to me, Miss Danvers." Dr. Crabblesnitch said with a kind smile, which made Arnold wonder if he may have feelings for her as well.

"No more than you deserve, Headmaster." Miss Danvers replied with a slight blush on her cheeks and put the tray on the desk.

"Take our new teacher Shortman here and show him around the school. Make sure he meets the rest of our faculty and understands our rules here before his first lesson." Dr. Crabblesnitch ordered gently.

"Certainly, Headmaster." Miss Danvers answered and looked back at Arnold. "Come along."

What a clear change in tone, Arnold thought humorously as he started following Miss Danvers. Then he thought of something and turned around to look at Dr. Crabblesnitch again. "Sir, I don't mean to speak out of order on my first day, but…"

"I always encourage both my students and my employers to speak their mind." Dr. Crabblesnitch insisted.

"Well… I couldn't help but notice the two police officers who were looking for a Pataki. A student here. Should we do something?"

Dr. Crabblesnitch gave a tired sigh. "No, Mr. Shortman. Certain people will not have a clean nose, no matter how much you clean it for them." He replied and went back to his desk. "Pataki, like the rest of her clique or however the pupils call it, are rotten apples in this fine barrel of students. Leave such students out of your mind and focus on those who wish to learn. You are dismissed."

Arnold nodded in understanding, but was annoyed on the inside. Rotten apples? Leave students out of my mind? And what was that about a clean nose? What a dismissive attitude towards the students here. He thought, but then heard Miss Danvers talk and decided to think about the supposedly rotten apples later.


Miss Danvers introduced Arnold to the other teachers, one-by-one. Most of them he liked though there also those inevitable people he wasn't sure if he could ever agree with. That was a natural part of life though so he didn't let it discourage him. Miss Danvers also made sure he understood every rule and knew every classroom and building on the school grounds. She even told him about the former English teacher who was apparently at rehab though Arnold hadn't asked. Despite asking him if he had understood everything, she didn't wait for an answer from him before she had already declared that he could head towards the English classroom and start his first class with the seniors.

Arnold caught himself looking for those four students he had seen earlier that morning, but he couldn't see any of them. He decided to go through the first class in a more easy-going nature in order to give a good impression to his students and to get to know them. They played a few games and the students seemed to enjoy themselves very much. In the meantime, Arnold also got to learn more about their English skills through the games he made them play. Once his first class was over though, one of the teachers approached him, telling him his way of teaching was lacking discipline. His name was Hattrick and he was the math teacher. He was a middle aged black man and was significantly overweight. He wore a navy suit with a sky blue collared shirt and his hair was cut short and was just starting to turn gray at the temples. He offered to let Arnold observe his next math class so he could learn from him. Arnold tried to explain that he wasn't planning to make every class as easy-going as he had this first day, but Hattrick wasn't listening to him.

Mr. Hattrick briefly introduced Arnold, explained that he was here to learn how to teach properly and then told him to sit down in the corner near the writing board. As Arnold went to sit down, thinking he felt like he had just been given a timeout, another student came into classroom. His eyes widened at the sight of the slightly familiar blonde girl who looked slightly disheveled. She gave a curt excuse to Mr. Hattrick who just waved flippantly at her. She sat down at the desk near the window where Arnold was and didn't look in his direction even once.

Arnold sat in dutiful silence and observed both Mr. Hattrick and the students. When some of them complained that they didn't understand something, Mr. Hattrick would explain it again. In the exact same way, Arnold noticed. He didn't say anything though even when he noticed some students sighing in discouragement. When it happened for a third time though, Arnold felt like he had to say something. Someone else beat him to it though.

The blonde girl kicked at her desk and earned Mr. Hattrick's attention. "Do you have something to say, Miss Pataki?" he asked snappily.

"Yeah, but I doubt you'll listen." The girl replied with her foot still on the desk. "You can't just say the same thing twice, Mr. Hattrick. If people didn't understand your explanation the first time, they won't understand it the second or third time either."

Mr. Hattrick made a low sigh of irritation and then put on a tense smile. "What do you suggest then, Miss Pataki?"

"Explain it differently." The abrasive blonde stated.

"Differently?" Mr. Hattrick replied and turned back to the board. He started explaining the same problem again, but all he did was changing the words he used.

"You're just using different synonyms!" the girl declared in disbelief and despite how the other students had been looking at Mr. Hattrick in annoyance a second ago, they were looking at their blonde classmate worriedly when Mr. Hattrick turned and glared at her.

"If you are so smart, Miss Pataki, why don't you come up here and try yourself?" Mr. Hattrick asked and gestured with the piece of chalk in his hand.

"Now I have to do your job for you?" she asked sarcastically, made a groan and then got up from her desk. She grabbed the chalk and stepped up to the board once Mr. Hattrick had moved to the side, crossing his arms in annoyance. "Ok, who here don't understand how to deal with this problem? Be honest, it's easier that way."

Slowly, but surely, some of the students raised their hands. The blonde girl looked them over, contemplating them all before she started writing on the board. Arnold gazed at her in awe.

"Ok, so this method is mostly towards Parker, Tad and Bryce - - "

"You need to teach them all, Pataki." Mr. Hattrick said in a tired voice.

"And I will, Hattrick." The girl replied with a seething smirk. "But I will use different methods to teach them based on who they are as both students and people in their everyday life. Now, Parker, Tad and Bryce."

Arnold felt a smile spread on his face as the Pataki girl incorporated things from the three students' everyday life into how to solve this particular mathematical problem. The method itself was the same as Mr. Hattrick's was, but she put the problem into an everyday perspective. After declaring that they understood, Helga moved on to the next group of people and explained the same method yet again, but used words that her peers didn't just understand, but could even relate to. Arnold noticed the excited mutters between the students as the girl took them all into account and more students admitted that they didn't understand once they realized how good their blonde classmate was at explaining it in ways they could understand.

Once the brusque girl was finished, she offered the chalk to Mr. Hattrick. "This is what a good teacher does, Mr. Hattrick. He makes sure that everyone in his class understand, by any means necessary. Even if it means to actually bother getting to know them." She said in a provocatively calm voice.

Mr. Hattrick didn't say a word as he took the chalk from the girl just before the bell rang. He was seething with anger, but she clearly didn't care and simply took her bag and walked out of the classroom. Arnold had to hold back a chuckle as he thanked Mr. Hattrick for the lesson – though he felt he learned more from a student than the actual teacher - and followed the other students outside. He took a deep breath once he was outside and tried looking for the girl named Pataki, but she was nowhere in sight.

Is she a descendant of Houdini or something? Arnold wondered with a sigh and then continued through the school towards his own classroom. The day went by in a flash. Like the Pataki girl had suggested – he used that word loosely – Arnold spent his time getting to know his students and contemplate what was the best way to teach every single one of them. He asked them what their former teacher, Mr. Galloway, had focused on in his lessons and he also asked them what they would like to learn about. The students left the classroom in his spirits each time he ended a lesson and, needless to say, he felt the same when he was on his way home.

"Mr. Shortman." A male, stern voice called and Arnold turned around to see Dr. Crabblesnitch walking towards him in that dignified manner. "I have heard the students talk very fondly of your lessons today. Splendid job."

"Thank you, sir." Arnold said a bit uncertainly. Crabblesnitch's word were complimentary, but his voice didn't sound happy at all.

"However," he continued as if he had heard Arnold's thoughts. "I find it very suspicious to see students so happy after a lesson. What have you been doing?"

"Today, I decided to get to know my students, sir. In order to teach them the best way possible."

"So this gallivanting was for today only?"

"Yes, sir. I have a proper program prepared for tomorrow."

"Good. You are dismissed, Mr. Shortman." Dr. Crabblesnitch announced and turned away to walk back to his office.

Arnold couldn't help but sigh in relief. Something about that man made him feel smaller than he usually did and Arnold did his last name honor. Though he was by no means embarrassingly short, a tall girl could tower over him. That Pataki girl was as tall as he was for example.

What was her full name again? Arnold wondered as he walked down the stairs outside the main building. Something with an H at the beginning… Hilda? That doesn't sound right. Helen? No, that doesn't sound right at all… H…

"Helga!"

"Helga, right!" Arnold declared happily, but then looked towards the strange voice that had helped him. The red-haired girl, who had been hanging out with Helga before the police officers had arrived, had just approached said blonde girl near the girls' dorm.

"When did you get out?" the girl asked.

"As soon as they called Bob." Helga answered and crossed her arms. "He gave me an earful over the phone and then bailed me out."

"Crazy how he keeps paying."

"He doesn't want his kid in jail even if he doesn't give a shit about her. Imagine what it'd do to his reputation if it got out." Helga said and started laughing with the redhead. Arnold gawked in shock when he heard such cruel words said in that joking manner. If that was true, it was nothing to joke about in his opinion. "Anyway, Zoe. Where's Gary?"

Gary? Arnold wondered and then remembered where he had heard the name from before. He was one of the students the other teachers had warned him about. He was part of that four-leaf clover he had seen earlier that day, the ones who run from the police. He was apparently a sort of leader of the group though some of the teachers disagreed and insisted that Helga called the shots in the long run. Gary seemed to be the one in control, but if Helga wasn't up for it, the others weren't either. Arnold wasn't sure whether Gary was the mulatto or white kid though.

"Oh, yeah!" Zoe exclaimed in shock and grabbed Helga by the shoulders. "He's gone insane! He didn't see you come back so he thinks you're still in jail and now he's getting all the boys to agree to bail you out, and not with money."

"Dumbass!" Helga declared in a groan. "Please tell me they aren't already on their way."

"They're sure as hell on the war path. And you know the boys, they'd follow Gary blindly to the ends of the world."

"Fucking hell!" Helga grunted and then ran towards the boys' dorm with Zoe right behind her.

Before Arnold knew what he was doing, he was following them. He wasn't quite sure why though, whether it was plain curiosity to see what would happen or if he was actually worried as a teacher. He followed them into the boys' dorm though and was met with shouting almost instantly.

"So what are we gonna do?!"

"Get Helga out!"

"That's right, ladies!"

"Gary! You're going crazy! Helga will be fine, her dad always bails her out!"

"Then why isn't she here yet, Jimmy boy?" the guy, obviously named Gary asked while throwing his arms out. The other boys cheered in agreement while Jimmy rolled his eyes.

Arnold stayed behind the opened doors to the dorm while Helga and Zoe approached the boys through the hallway and into the common room. Helga coughed to get the boys' attention, but they weren't listening. It was only the boy named Jimmy who noticed the girls and Arnold confirmed that Jimmy was the bald one of the boys. Helga waved sarcastically at Jimmy and he rolled his eyes before he gestured towards Gary, silently begging her to stop this ordeal. She walked past him to the end of the room, got on a table and then whistled loudly. Most of the boys groaned before they looked towards her.

Helga crossed her arms as she glared in Gary's direction. "I'm away for an hour and you start a prison break." She said before she jumped down from the table. She walked towards Gary who just stared at her. "Forgot to take your meds?"

Gary gave a low grunt at Helga's question before he laughed superiorly. "I was just… riling them up a little bit. This place is boring without a little excitement. Wouldn't want our people to die from boredom, would we?" he asked with an oddly confident smirk on his face, given the fact that he had just been busted for making a rash decision.

Helga rolled her eyes. "Show's over, losers. Go back to whatever you were doing before the lunatic got you over here." She said to the boys who groaned in disappointment.

"Hey, maybe we can bail Johnny Vincent out of the asylum instead?" a boy suggested.

"Don't you fucking dare!" Helga warned in annoyance and the idea was shot down instantly. Once the boys had been spread around, some of them heading outside and not even noticing Arnold, Helga glared at Gary again. "What's your problem?"

"The reason I take pills primarily, but also life, my parents, this school, western civilization. Nothing you don't already know." Gary said in a demeaning tone despite how he had been ready to break the law to get Helga out of jail.

"Speaking of which, that before was a serious question. Pills?" the blonde girl asked. Gary looked away with a frown on his face and Helga sighed. "I'll get 'em." She declared and as soon as she turned around to walk out of the common room, she noticed Arnold who flinched when their eyes met. Zoe, Jimmy and Gary noticed the way she was staring and turned to look at Arnold as well.

"What the fuck?" Zoe asked and crossed her arms. "Are you spying on your students?"

"N-No, I - - "

"Get out of here, you creep." Jimmy ordered with disgust on his face.

Arnold took a deep breath and put on a stern look. "I overheard the girls talk about what was going on in here and thought it was my duty as a teacher to make sure that things didn't go out of hand." He said.

The teenagers snickered in disbelief. "Right, because you teachers care so fucking much about us." Jimmy said which the others laughed at.

"Just get outta here, Mr. Goody-two-shoes." Helga said as she walked towards Arnold with a menacing smirk. "After a few months here at Bullworth… you'll get rid of that caring habit of yours."

Helga then moved to the left and disappeared into one of the boys' rooms with Gary following right behind her, but not before he had sent a deathly glare in Arnold's direction. Arnold looked at Jimmy and Zoe for a moment who were obviously waiting for him to leave so he did. As soon as the wind hit his face, he sighed in relief. The feeling that dorm gave him was not a good one and he jogged towards his car to get away from it as soon as possible. He sat into his car and speeded out of the school and over the bridge. It wasn't until he was in the town that he could breathe normally. He finally understood why the teachers had told called them the four-leaf clover of monsters. They stuck together, which was admirable, but they clearly didn't have any faith in the school or its faculty. He wasn't about to give up though; he couldn't do like the other teachers and sit by idly while students were being arrested, were starting riots or fighting. He was going to make life better for these students whether they liked it or not.


Author's 2nd note: So, the ground has been laid! The plot thickens – or it shall at least. Besides this story being a crossover, some of the themes will also be different from my former stories. I don't want to get too much into it – I don't want to give it away – but I hope that this first chapter has sparked your interest and that you'd like to continue reading it. With that being said, like I mentioned in the first author's note, I don't want to hear anyone say that they feel uncomfortable reading this (I am saying this because the story will turn darker later on) If you're uncomfortable with the themes, DO NOT READ IT. You'd think it'd be redundant of me to say this, but I have experienced people blaming me for their own discomfort even with my warnings in CAPITAL letters. So, if you can't handle it, don't be a masochist and continue reading and then blaming ME for it later if you feel scarred :P I promise my author's notes won't be this long in every chapter, but I have to say these things to keep my own back covered.

And as always, if anyone is inspired to draw something based on this story, I would love to see it and maybe use it as a cover, with your approval of course! But remember (and again, I'm saying this because I've experienced people getting angry over it) I can't promise whether I'll use your picture or not as a cover if others want to try and draw something as well. You should only draw because YOU want to draw and not because you're hoping I'll use it as a cover.