Disclaimer: I do not own Bully or any of its characters they belong to RockStar. I DO own Amelia [Amy] Hexner and the plot.

Hey haven't updated in a while, sorry to the three people on the follow list. *Sad face*

The next morning Amy and Gary met up by the big B.

"When are your friends supposed to be helping?" Gary asked as they walked towards the school.

"They're already here. Don't look; they're at the main gates." Ignoring her he turned around and saw a few townies hanging around by the main gate of the school. Amy hit Gary's arm. "I said don't look."

"If they recognize me your plan is shot." He said.

"Then you shouldn't have looked back at them." She said giving him a look. The two kept walking towards the school until three jocks walked in front of them.

"Well look what we have here."

"The freak and his girlfriend; the other freak."

"You shouldn't have come back Smith. No one wants you here." Amy went to walk around them when one grabbed her arm.

"Where do you think you're going, freak?" Amy tensed and slowly turned her head to the jock.

"You can't do anything or you'll be sent back. Isn't that right?" He said to her gripping her arm tighter. Amy glanced towards the main gates and saw the townies watching them. Amy internally smirked.

"L-let go of me." She said in a weak, quivering voice. She started to pull her arm from the jocks grip but not enough to actually get away. Gary's eyes narrowed slightly. The jocks started laughing.

"Aw look at the poor little freak." Suddenly, out of nowhere, a rock hit the jock holding Amy in the side of the head. He let go of her and held his head. Amy fell to the ground pathetically. "What the-?!" Gary turned towards where the rock came from and saw a townie running away with a sling shot. Gary ran over to Amy and grabbed her hand, pulling her up and started running.

"Come on." He said as they ran away towards the school.

Once inside he let go of her hand before anyone noticed.

"What was that out there? Acting weak."

"I couldn't fight back with the townies watching; they had to see that I was really getting picked on."

"Did you plan that whole thing?" He asked as he started smirking. She shook her head and shrugged.

"No, it was a complete coincidence they stopped us."

"So what now?"

"We go to class; we behave and let the townies do what they will while we have our alibis."

"Well then. I guess I will see you after class." He said turning to walk away.

"Nice try; we both have math now. We need to be seen in all of our classes today. If not the jocks could blame us for whatever the townies do." Gary groaned and turned back. "Come on." Gary rolled his eyes but followed Amy to Mr. Hatrick's room.

At the end of the day Amy and Gary left the school building and walked towards the field.

"Why are we going to the game? Is this some weird way to get me out on a date with you? All you have to do is ask." He said putting a finger under Amy's chin. She moved her head away.

"We have to be seen by enough people so we can't be blamed for anything."

"Right." He said with a smirk.

"I wanna see if they messed up the game." Gary chuckled.

"Like Hopkins did." He said with a smirk. Amy tilted her head. "Last time Hopkins did a bunch of things with the nerds to sabotage the game." He clarified.

"Maybe they'll blame him." She said and the two smirked.

They got to the field and sat in the bleachers on the way right side. The band was playing as students and towns people showed up to watch the game. Gary sighed in boredom stretching his arms behind him. He was about to put his arm around Amy's shoulders when she spoke.

"Don't." She said sternly without turning to look at him.

"Well, you're sharp as ever." He said putting his arms by his sides. He leaned back against the fence behind the bleachers and crossed his arms. "Do we have to sit through this whole thing?"

"Just until something happens."

"If something happens."

"Oh it will." Amy said. Gary narrowed his eyes at her. What he didn't see was a few townies by the score board room and the ones by the Jock's hangout.

"How long are these things?"

"How should I know? I don't watch soccer." Gary sighed.

"Football. This is American football."

"Sorry."

"So you really are from England. You don't have a fake accent like the preps?" She turned to look at him.

"I was born in London, moved to the US when I was 13."

"Your first year here and you burned your school down."

"So?"

"What set you off?"

"Everyone acting like they were above me and that I was stupid. I put up with it for about a month then I snapped." She said shrugging like it was no big deal. "I wasn't on any medication at the time."

"You on meds now?"

"Of course, I have them."

"You don't take your med? Why do I have to take mine?"

"I told you before I can't have you going psycho again."

"And I told you, they limit my thinking."

"I don't care, you'll become paranoid and you won't trust me."

"Aw, you want me to like you."

"I said trust."

"I know what you said. You don't want me to drop you like Hopkins."

"Of course not, then there'd be one more person I'd have to take care of." He frowned.

"What do you mean by-" He was cut off as suddenly Amy started giggling. He frowned more and looked in the direction she was looking. He chuckled as he saw that the kick off ball had exploded pink paint and glitter all over the team. The team looked pissed off and one of them started shouting and pointing towards the two of them. The two stopped laughing as a jock made his way up the bleachers and picked up Amy by her shirt.

"You did this didn't you? Freak!" She went into defenseless girl mode and tried to pull the jocks hands away. He lifted her off the ground and Gary stood up.

"Put her down!" The jock glared at him and threw Amy down the bleachers. She let out a yelp as she hit her head before hitting the ground. The jock picked up Gary just as the coach came over.

"Put the boy down!" The jock glared but put Gary down. Gary immediately ran down the bleacher and over to Amy on the ground who hadn't moved.

"Amy?" He asked shaking her arm. He almost jumped as she said quietly without moving her lips.

"I'm fine, stop touching me." He stood up and watched as the coach yelled at the jock and told him he couldn't play for two games for attacking 'the girl'. The coach turned around and looked at Gary.

"You, Smith, get her to the nurse." Gary's eyebrows went up. Slightly for the fact that Gary wasn't being blamed at first and for the fact he now had to pick up Amy when she doesn't like people touching her. He let out an unnoticeable sigh.

"Yes sir." He said before crouching down and picking up Amy who immediately tensed in his arms. He noticed her face turning red so he held her a little closer to hide her face against him. He stood up and started walking to the nurse. One he'd gotten up the stairs and away from the field Amy lifted her head.

"Smith. Put. Me. Down. Now."

"Can't do that." He said glancing down at her. "You might actually be hurt." He said. Amy looked a little shocked. "Plus I can't disobey the coach's orders." Amy rolled her eyes. "You're a lot lighter than you look." He said.

"You calling me fat?"

"No, you just look fat." He said and she hit his arm. "Hey watch it, I might drop you."

"You wouldn't dare." He smirked and dropped her slightly before keeping his grip on her. She gasped and grabbed his shirt. "Don't do that." She said looking up at him. He smirked and kept walking.

They got to the nurse who said Amy was fine. As soon as the two left the nurses office they were stopped by two prefects.

"Principal wants to see you two." One said.

"What did we do?" Amy asked confused.

"I think you know." The other said grabbing her arm.

"I'm going; you don't have to hold my arm." She said. The prefect only glared at her. The other grabbed Gary and the two were dragged to the principal's office.

"Smith. Hexner." The principal said as we sat down in front of his desk. "I've been informed that there was a little mishap at the game today."

"What does that have to do with us?" Amy asked.

"I'm sure you've been told that if you misbehave you'll be sent back to Happy Volts."

"Of course." Gary said.

"Once again, sir, what does that have to do with this?"

"In your week back, one of you, or both of you, rigged the football to explode pink paint." The two frowned.

"Why do you automatically assume it was one of us?" Amy asked.

"Coach Burton said the two of you were laughing."

"It was funny." Amy said. "That doesn't mean we did it."

"How do I know it wasn't you two?"

"We were in class all day. Check the attendance sheets. We went straight to the game after school; ask coach Burton, he saw us. Didn't someone sabotage the game last year? You should talk to that person." Amy said. The principal sighed.

"You're dismissed." He said. The two got up and left.

"Glad we went to all our classes now?" Amy asked once they were outside.

"Yeah, Yeah. Now what?" Gary asked.

"Let's get back to the girl's dorm."

"Alright, back to base." She turned and gave him a look. "It sounds better calling it base." She rolled her eyes and they went back to base.

Amy sat on the ground and Gary was pacing back and forth, both were thinking.

"We need more people on our side." He said.

"Well I'd avoid the jocks." Amy said. "Who are the leaders again?"

"Bullies: Russell Northrop, Nerds: Earnest Jones, Preps: Derby Harrington, Greasers: Johnny Vincent, Jocks: Ted Thompson."

"I like the name Johnny… let's go pay him a visit." Gary made a face but followed Amy out the window.

Sorry I haven't updated in a while, not many people reading this anyway..