Author's Note: I don't own any of this.

I present to you, my readers, my first fanfic. It's a relatively short bit that I wrote mainly focusing Clover and Arnold. I put a good amount of thought, work, and time into this, so I would really appreciate any comments you have to offer. Please, if you read, utilize that nifty little box down there and send me a review! Thanks for reading this; enjoy!

~Chapter 1~

"So I said, 'Listen, pal, there's no way that this card is maxed out. Now, are you gonna accept my purchase or should I go across the street and buy this exact same top over there? I heard it's cheaper, but I came over here because I like the customer service. Rather, I used to.'" Feigning ill, the young blonde drooped her shoulders against her closed school locker with the back of her hand to her forehead.

"Wow, Clover, what did he say to that?" inquired one of her best friends, Sam. The green-eyed girl had already listened to her roommate's sob story yesterday, but she pretended to be interested anyway, if only for her friend's sake.

"Well—" Clover began, but she was abruptly cut off by their other best friend who was standing in the school hallway with them.

"He went really pale!" blurted a wide-eyed Alex. Having accompanied the blue-eyed teen on her shopping excursion the day before, she knew all too well the affects her friend emitted toward others. She, along with Clover, had entirely forgotten the previous recounting less than twenty hours ago. "Excused himself to the back, mumbling something about his manager. But he never returned."

"Thanks, Alex," Clover muttered.

"Oh, um. . . Sorry." As the youngest of the trio flashed her cute, irresistible blush, Sam and Clover dismissed the rude interruption.

"Well, I think it looks great, even if it was from a different store," commented Sam. "I'd love to see Mandy 'top' that."

Alex groaned at the redhead's sore pun. The attempted joke never even reached their third friend, who was lost in her own world. Just hearing that girl's name brought fire to her diamond blue eyes as she laughed spitefully. "Mandy? Please, she wouldn't know a nice top if it hit her on the hea—"

"Heeeeeeeeeelp!"

All the surrounding students paused to locate the girlish scream, but it was Clover who turned right into it.

"Ahhhh!" the shrill voice cried as its owner ran head-on into one of the most popular girls in the school. Clover crashed to the floor, her rear-end taking most of the brunt of the fall. However, the rest of the teenager's body was not spared all pain, especially the back of her head. She blinked a couple of times to make sure that she was still conscious. Then she blinked a few more to assess the situation. And a few more times as she sat smoldering her anger.

"Arnold!" the blue-eyed spy furiously exclaimed.

Just then, Beverly Hills High's purple-loving princess walked by, flanked closely by her two yes-women. She emitted a high-pitched squeal, laughing at her two fellow students plastered to the floor.

"Hey girls, I have a riddle for you! What do Clover and the honor roll have in common?" she asked.

"What?"

"Arnold is always on top!"

Mandy and her posse continued to laugh as they nonchalantly walked away, Dominique congratulating her leader on such a fine, spur-of-the-moment joke. From the floor Clover steamed, glaring at the boy on top of her. Arnold blushed intensely. "Oops."

With strength that derived from both intensive spy training and heated adrenaline, the girl on the floor swiftly tossed the geek off of her and across the hallway. The audible clang of human flesh crashing against solid metal resounded throughout the hall, followed by a heavy "Oof!"

Jack, a burly linebacker for the school's football team, ran up to the scene. Doubled-over from exhaustion, he took a moment to regain his breath. Sam and Alex helped their girl friend up. Immediately Clover's hands flew to her head, fixing her coif-styled hair.

"Jack!" she yelled at the stocky, winded high school boy. "Next time you decide to chase Arnold, do it outside! You know he won't be able to breathe after twenty seconds, anyway!"

The boy she was shunning rapidly shrunk back. His pride slightly wounded, Jack mumbled an apology, turned around, and stalked away. As quickly as the loud, bustling scene had stopped, it resumed. While the attention was off of him for the moment, Arnold had been gradually crawling away, hoping he could sneak off without being noticed.

"No you don't!" Clover turned and roared at him. His weak plan having failed, the poor geek froze mid-crawl. When the girl snapped her fingers, he was immediately on his feet and an arm's length away from her, looking down in shame.

"Uh. . . Hi, Clover, girls," he smiled nervously. Sam and Alex returned his with friendly and somewhat pity-filled smiles of their own. The blonde's expression, however, showed no such compassion.

"Can you ever stop being such a dork, Arnold?" she asked angrily. "What was he chasing you for this time?"

"Well, uh," the young man stammered, "I may have walked in on him in the—"

"Y'know what, never mind. But for once, could you please just. . . Be less. . . "

"Less what?"

"Less. . . Less you!" the spy shouted.

"What's wrong with me being me?" Arnold asked gently. His question was met with a not-so-gentle response.

"You're so dorky! Your style is tacky, you're too smart, you're uncoordinated, and everyone's always mad at you!"

Genuinely hurt, Arnold took a step back and breathed a heavy sigh. "You're right. Sorry, Clover, I'm sorry I hurt you. Sorry I'm me." With that the spies' fellow schoolmate turned around and dashed in the opposite direction.

"Clover!" Sam scolded the furious blonde.

"That wasn't especially nice," Alex mumbled.

"I don't care if it was nice or rude," Clover shrugged. "That kid has rubbed me the wrong way for the last time."

During the junior's tirade the hallway had cleared out as the day's final classes began. The spies totally disregarded the warning bell.

"Still, you should apologize," Sam said easily to her friend. "Nobody deserves that. Even Arnold."

Clover sighed in disgust. She knew that her friend was correct, but right now, she didn't care. Guilt was one of the last things that she wanted weighing on her mind today. "Jerr, I could really use a good WOOHPing right now," Clover grumbled.

Immediately, her locker door swung open, and a strong suction pulled the three girls simultaneously inside its hollow space, transporting them to the World Organization Of Human Protection's headquarters.