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

They all belong to their rightful owner: Craig Bartlett.

Title: "Bad behavior"

Summary: "I told you I was trouble with my bad behavior." he told me as he pushed me up against the wall, claiming my lips in a breathtaking kiss. I, Helga G. Pataki, has officially fallen for a bad boy, something I thought I was too smart to ever do. He is sugar-coated misery, a devil in disguise and a snake with green eyes. I guess it's karma... I have bad behavior too.

Author's 1st note: Through the summary I assume you have already realized that this Arnold is going to be very OOC. He is going to be Rev!Arnold which is something I have noticed is popular in the FanFiction community with other characters and such. You can think of it as Dark Arnold too. Basically, when a character is called "rev" it stands for reversed and means that the character is supposed to be the opposite of what is common or is at least very twisted in the personality.

I wanted to experiment a little more with Dark Arnold without changing Helga's personality. I want to see her get a little counteraction than she gets from the real Arnold in the series (don't misunderstand, I love those two to death!) and so this kind of came to mind.

The title is inspired by the song "Bad behavior" by Jedward. As always, I recommend listening to it just once :3 And part of the summary is a reference to "Cowboy Casanova" by Carrie Underwood, which I also recommend listening to xD

It's not going to be a long story. I can't say how long it will be, but I'm imagining under 10 chapters or so. Every chapter will be minimum 5.000 words as usual. Rated M because of sexual situations, violence and foul language. Happy reading! Ha-ha xD

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

Chapter 1: "Fight me"

I could feel my head slowly sliding down from my palm as I listened to Bob's ranting. Apparently some client of his had backed out of a million dollar deal and that was somehow related to me. He had been talking about it for so long that my body started to forget that I had just slept for 8 hours straight.

"I don't understand why you couldn't have sucked it up and come with me!" Bob complained in his usual loud voice.

I rolled my eyes. "You've never wanted me at one of those things before so I thought it was suspicious you'd want me to come all of a sudden. And what do you know? I was right! You were trying to pair me up with your business associate's son!" I argued back.

"I wasn't trying to marry you off," Bob insisted somehow awkwardly. Jerk or not, the man knew what was ethically correct. "I just wanted you to charm his son for a bit while I closed the deal. After that you would have been free to do whatever you wanted."

I made a sarcastic hum. "Charm him? Do I detect a sort of compliment in there?" I asked as I put my hand behind my ear for effect.

My dad crossed his arms. "You're a Pataki. You don't have to doll yourself up like other girls to charm a man, especially not one from my world."

"Your world?"

"The world of business, Helga!" Bob exclaimed as if it was obvious. "Men from my world crave girls like you."

I cringed my nose. "Why?"

"Because you're feisty. They want counteraction, it makes it exciting for them. Remember that and you can get far as a business woman."

I blinked in disbelief. "Are you seriously telling your 16-year-old daughter that she should use slutty tricks to get what she wants?"

"I'm not telling you to sleep with anyone." Bob said with a wink and looked up at the clock while I sighed.

I take it back, he doesn't know what's ethically correct. But I guess charming my way to get what I want is better than fighting my way to it. I wasn't sure if that was in fact easier for someone like me in the long run though.

"Time for school, young lady."

I stood up from the couch at my dad's command and walked out of the room. I heard him talking to me, but I wasn't listening. I grabbed my already packed backpack, put on my shoes and walked out of the house without a word. I breathed a sigh of relief when the autumn wind hit my face and stretched for a few seconds before taking off down the street.

My name is Helga Geraldine Pataki, but don't you dare mention my middle name to anyone. It's not like Helga is all that cool either, but Geraldine is just horrendous. Or maybe my opinion is slightly affected by the fact that I don't care much for the people who gave me my name.

Big Bob Pataki is my dad, formerly known as the Beeper King until beepers had a social funeral. Now he sells other gadgets and has somehow managed to make himself almost famous in his world as he calls it.

My mother is Miriam Pataki and she's… a housewife. I believe that's the kind way to put it, but frankly, she just can't get a job. Or keep one even if she gets it. Why? She's a drunkard. That's all there is to it. She used to be this amazing woman who could probably have become president if she had set her mind to it, but along comes my dad and her dreams flew out of the window when she became pregnant with my big sister.

Speaking of the devil in disguise. Olga Pataki is about 11 years older than me. Obviously neither one of us were a planned child and frankly, I think my parents would have split once Olga moved out if my mom hadn't given birth to me. I think it was after they got me that she started drinking because Olga claims to have never seen Miriam with one of her infamous smoothies in her hands.

I was walking down the street of Hillwood on my way to my school on a day that seemed perfectly normal. Mr. Green could be seen through the window to his Green Meats shop, a place I was often sent to on my dad's request. I say request, but it's an order. I looked to my left and saw Mrs. Vitello carry a bucket with what seemed like a million flowers in it. The bucket wobbled in her arms and she desperately tried to keep it steady. On instinct, I ran towards her and grabbed the bucket before she dropped it to the ground.

"Oh, Helga!" Mrs. Vitello exclaimed in happiness as I put the bucket next to the other buckets with the same flowers though I had no idea what any of them were called. "Thank you so much. You know, you have become quite helpful the last couple of years."

I rolled my eyes and looked at the elderly woman sarcastically. "Yes, I'm growing into a real charmer, ain't I?"

"I wouldn't go that far." She responded playfully and laughed. I laughed back politely and waved at her as I continued my walk. "Oh, wait!" she said suddenly and I turned around. I watched as she cut a pink rose off its stem and offered it to me. "As a thank you for your help."

"Oh, but I don't really - - "

"Now, come on, Helga. I know you love pink." Mrs. Vitello said and offered me the rose once again.

I cocked my head to the side. "That's true." I said and took the flower reluctantly. "Thank you."

"Now, go on. I don't want you to be late because of me." Mrs. Vitello told me as she waved at me with both of her hands. I turned around with a smile that faded as soon as she couldn't see my face anymore.

What am I supposed to do with a flower, I had wondered as I looked at it. I don't care much for living things to begin with, let alone pseudo-living things. I put the rose up to my nose and inhaled its scent. It smelled good, I'll give the old lady that, but I wasn't sure what to do with it. I looked around thoughtfully, wondering where to place the rose while I was at school. Then an idea struck me and I crouched on the sidewalk. I took one of the books out of my backpack and placed the flower inside and closed the book. I had never pressed a flower before in my life and I wasn't sure if I wasn't just breaking the rose by doing it so crudely, but I didn't truly care. Once the book was in my backpack again, I lifted myself off the ground and was ready to continue my walk.

The sound of some boys laughing caught my ears and I looked casually towards the sound. I looked for about two seconds before looking straight ahead again. All I had seen was about three boys standing around in a half circle against the wall inside an alley. I frowned as the image flashed in my mind again and turned to look one more time. I stopped walking when I realized that there was a fourth boy with them, but he sure as hell wasn't with them. Two of them were circled around him, holding him by his arms while the third was punching him in his gut.

I looked around me, confirming that no one else was nearby. Then I ran towards the boys, not giving a damn whether they heard me or not, and threw my backpack once I was close to them. "Hey!" I shouted and just as the one doing the punching looked at me, I raised my fist and hit him square on the jaw. The force from my fist caused him to stumble backwards and he hit a trashcan. He slipped down on the ground and his friends watched in shock.

"What the hell, you stupid bitch!" one of the boys said and let go of the boy they had been attacking.

"What are you messing with us for, huh?!" the other boy asked and raised his fist at me. "Better get outta here if ya' know what's good for ya'!"

Just as he swung his fast at me, I lifted my hand and scrunched his hand in my palm. "Right back at ya'." I said mockingly, pulled him close to me and kneed him in the groin. He fell to the ground, writhing in pain while he held his hands on his crotch as if he thought the pain would go away if he did that.

"Fucking cunt!" the last boy said and lunged at me, grabbing me by my arm. I pointed the elbow of my free arm at his face and whipped it back. I could feel his blood on my arm, but ignored it as I pushed him until he hit the wall behind him.

For a moment, I thought I was finished until I felt a pair of arms wrap around my neck. I choked in surprise, but then put my hands on my attacker's arms. I lifted my legs, forcing him to carry all of my weight and in his surprise, he tumbled forward. Using all of my strength, I made sure he fell directly on his head on the hard asphalt. I stepped away from him in case he would try to grab my legs.

I looked at the three boys around me, one insisting his nuts were on fire, the other with a bloodied nose and a dumbfound look on his face – not that he looked all that intelligent to begin with – and the last who had just turned onto his back and whose eyes were rolling around in his head. If I was lucky and he unlucky, he had a concussion.

"Get outta here!" I warned. The guy who was the least messed up, spit out blood before he stood up. He seemed like he still wanted to fight me, but he looked at the blonde boy and waved his hand at him. He decided he clearly wasn't worth it and helped his buddies stand up. They walked off, one more wobbly than the other, and I smirked at my handiwork.

I looked at their victim, noticing blood trickling down his temple. He had blonde, unruly hair on his oblong-shaped head and was wearing ripped jeans - though I wasn't sure if they were pre-ripped or if the other boys had messed him up that badly - a white t-shirt with black graffiti and a leather jacket. His head was hanging low, but he seemed conscious. I crouched in front of him and lifted his head to examine him, but he put his hands on my wrists. I watched in surprise as he lifted his head and showed me his cut lip and a slowly bruising eye.

"What the hell did you do that for…?" the blonde boy asked in a seething voice, but I didn't really hear him. Green, was all I noticed when I saw his eyes. They were an intense shade of green that I had only seen on landscape paintings and I kept staring dumbly at him until he shook my wrists. I looked at him again, silently asking him if he had said something. "What did you interfere for?"

The adoration I had felt for his eyes disappeared instantly and I frowned. "What, you would have preferred I had just kept walking?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yes." He replied and pushed at my wrists which caused me to land on my ass. "I had it under control."

I stared at him in disbelief as he stood up from the ground, using the wall behind him to support himself against. "You gotta be fucking kidding me." I said and he glared at me. I leaned backwards and then whipped myself onto my feet. I stood up straight, giving him one of my colder stares. "Under control? I couldn't see that."

"Then maybe you should open your eyes." The boy hissed and spit some blood out of his mouth.

"What's with your fucking attitude, you stupid brat?" I asked when I noticed his height or rather lack thereof. I knew I was a tall girl, but I was about a half head taller than this boy. He wasn't standing up straight though so my internal measuring tape might have been unreliable.

"Brat?" he repeated in disbelief and stood up straight. I was right, he wasn't as short as I thought, but I was still taller than him.

"Yes, you're a brat. An adult would know how to say thank you." I told him casually. I didn't really care about being thanked, I just resented his attitude. Even I knew when to apologize and thank someone when it was necessary and I wasn't exactly known for my manners.

"I didn't ask for your help."

"That's because you were too busy coughing up blood so I figured I should act before I asked." I argued.

"Don't underestimate me. I'm stronger than those three."

"And yet you're the one with the cut lip and the blue eye."

The boy used his sleeve to wipe the blood off his jaw. "It was three against one." He excused.

"Hm, didn't make a difference to me." I replied cockily and smirked when he glared at me.

"Are you calling me weak?"

"No, I'm saying I'm stronger." I replied and he snickered loudly. "Why is that funny, because I'm a girl?"

"No…" he replied and showed me a smug smile that made my heart skip a beat. It was almost charming, even behind all that arrogance and the blood and bruises. "It's funny because I don't believe it."

"Well, I just took down three guys who ganged up on you and out of the two of us, I'm the one without a scratch." I pointed out and the boy growled in annoyance at my words, but I quickly forgot about him. "Oh, fuck. School!" I exclaimed and gave him one last glare. "Be happy that I'm already late, bratty Football Head!"

"Football—" he started in shock, but went quiet when I turned to look at him again. I didn't care if I was being childish, but the guy had pissed me off so I slapped my hand on his head. I didn't put force into it, but he groaned, presumably due to his former beating. Then I stormed down the street, leaving the boy behind. I was still pissed with his attitude, but I didn't have time to deal with him. He also seemed just fine, he probably didn't need medical attention and even if he did, I had done my part. I owed that boy absolutely nothing. If anything, he owed me, I decided as I ran all the way to my school.

As I sprinted down the hallways towards my class, I looked at one of the many clocks the school had dutifully placed on the walls. One minute, I noted, and sped up the last part of the way. I ripped the door open to the classroom, knowing full well that I was sweating like a pig at the moment.

"You made it!" Phoebe exclaimed in relief. I smiled at my much shorter best friend and plumbed down next to her. She looked at me curiously through her turquoise glasses. "Why were you running late, Helga?"

"Oh, you wouldn't believe the morning I've had, Phoebs…" I replied. "First, I ran into Mrs. Vitello and helped her carry a bucket of flowers and then she gave me a pink rose as thanks."

"Oh, that was sweet of her."

"Yeah, yeah." I said dismissively. "Then I see these three guys beating up some poor kid—"

"Oh, dear."

"And when I kicked their asses and helped that guy, he told me to mind my own business! What is up with that that? I mean, I'm all for independency and dealing with your own shit, but what the actual fuck?"

"Language, Helga." Phoebe reminded me and I rolled my eyes. You'd think that after being my best friend for 13 years she would have given up on trying to straighten me out. But she never gave up on me and I kinda liked that.

"I'm just pissed." I excused myself and saw our teacher walk in. With a sigh I leaned to my right, intending to grab my history book even though I wouldn't be reading in it; I hated history. My hand was met with nothing though and I looked down where my backpack usually was. I looked around my chair and over the table, but it was nowhere in sight. "Uh, Phoebe?"

"Yes?"

"Did you see where I put my backpack?"

Phoebe blinked in thought. "Now that you mention it… I don't think you had it with you." She answered and my eyes widened. "Did you forget it at home?"

"No…" I answered and let my head smack onto the table. "I forgot it in the alley…"

"You're a freaking basket case." I told myself during recess. I stayed inside, my mood much too sour to go outside with Phoebe even after she had tried cheering me up. I had forgotten my backpack after helping that ungrateful bastard and if he had any brain cells inside that wide head of his, he would look through it. I was tapping my foot on the floor, trying to figure out what to do if he actually showed up when I heard Phoebe call for me.

"Helga!" she called once more and stopped next to me on the bench. "There's… There's some guy asking for you outside."

"A guy?" I asked in surprise. I wasn't on many guys' list of girls they wanted to talk to so I was rather suspicious.

"Yeah… he has your backpack." Phoebe said, clearly expecting me to smile at the fact that someone had been kind enough to bring me my backpack. A look of horror took over my face though. "Wait. Do you think it's the same guy you saved from those brutes?"

"Is his head shaped like a football?"

"It was… rather wide, yes."

"That's him." I confirmed with a sigh.

"Oh, dear." Phoebe said and turned her head to look where she came from. I walked past her and heard her follow me. "Are you certain you wish to meet him?"

"Hell no, but I want my stuff back." I replied as I jogged down the stairs, deliberately saving my strength. I had a feeling he hadn't come here just to give me my backpack.

Once I was outside, I noticed a herd of people just standing and looking at something. Great, I thought and squeezed through them. Once I was through, I recognized the guy I had saved this very morning. Some girls from my class were standing around him, talking to him excitedly, but he had a bored expression on his face. He clearly didn't care that Lila's favorite movie was "The enchanted bunnies of happy forest."

"Oh, there she is." Rhonda said when she noticed me.

The boy turned his head, saw me and smirked. "My hero!" he bellowed sarcastically and walked past the girls and towards a scowling me. He lifted my backpack off his shoulder and held it out for me. "You forgot this, Helga Geraldine Pataki."

My eyes went wide at the mentioning of my middle name and I could hear confused mutters behind me. So much for my classmates never finding out about my middle name. Now it's personal, I thought and reached out for my backpack, but he took a step back, still wearing that obnoxious smirk on his face.

"I'll give this back to you once you've apologized to me."

"Apologized?!" I repeated in disbelief. "I saved your sorry ass this morning, got no appreciation and now you ask me to apologize?!"

"You hit me."

"After saving you so give me my backpack, you jerk!" I ordered him and reached out for it again. He threw his arm back, but stood still so I ended up with my chest pressed against his. I growled in his face before trying to step around him, but he just twirled around and people laughed at what I can only imagine looked like us being cartoons.

My patience reached its end and rather than following the backpack, I curled my fingers and scratched the guy's cheek as hard as I could. He hissed and stepped back and I stared at the few droplets of blood that fell down the place I had scratched. I looked at my fingernails and noticed that they were rather long. I had just told myself to remember to cut them once I got home when I heard a thud. I looked up and saw that the guy had thrown my backpack away.

"You're on, bitch." He told me angrily and lunged for me.

I stepped around him and kicked his back, successfully kicking him to the ground. He used his palms to get himself off the asphalt, looked at me and then swung his leg out at my feet. My reaction was too slow and I fell to the ground with a scream. I opened my eyes and saw him reach out for me, but I managed to roll out of his range. Just as I was about to stand up though, he grabbed me by my ankle and my palms barely managed to save my face from the fall.

I looked at him over my shoulder and with a superior grin, he pulled me back to him until he was hovering over my back. He grabbed at my hips and I used that to my advantage. I swung my leg out to the side and used its strength to turn us around until I was lying on top of him. He wrapped his legs around my waist to keep me still, but he failed to grab my arms before I was already moving. I whipped my elbow into his face and managed to turn around while he was distracted.

Once I was hovering above him, he tightened his legs around my hips and I groaned at being pulled closer to him. He smirked at me even as I lifted my fist to punch him in the face. He let me do that once, but the second time I moved to hit him, he grabbed my wrists and held me away from him even while I struggled against his grip.

"Had enough?" he asked cockily as he blew some of his hair out of his face.

I copied his action mockingly. "I could do this all day." I answered and twisted my wrists around until he was forced to let go. I crashed onto his chest, which took both our breaths away for a moment and his legs lost their strength. I put my hands on the ground, lifted my legs up and straddled him. When he tried to grab me, I grabbed his wrists and slammed them down on the ground.

I smiled arrogantly as he gawked at me. "Taking a little break?" I asked as I leaned down. He roared as he wrestled his wrists out of my grip and lunged for me again.

"Break this up right now!" a voice boomed across the schoolyard and I looked up to see two teachers come running towards us.

"Fuck." I managed to hiss before I felt the back of my head hit the asphalt. When I opened my eyes, the guy had me pinned down and was lifting his fist to punch me. Before he could, a teacher grabbed his arm and lifted him off me. The other teacher grabbed me and held me securely in case I was planning to continue the fight. I wiggled my shoulders out of his grasp. "I'll behave." I said and tilted my head at the struggling boy. "It's that dog you need to keep on a leash!"

The guy snarled deeply at my comment and managed to take a step towards me. He was right in my face and I spit at him in defiance. The teacher behind me grabbed me again after that he told the other teacher to get the boy out of here.

"I-It wasn't Helga's fault!" Sheena, a girl from my class, said suddenly. I looked at her in surprise and so did the teachers. "This guy came to get a fight, Helga only tried to protect herself."

I quirked an eyebrow as the other students seemed to agree with Sheena's statement. I wasn't exactly popular, not even with the group of people I had known since we were in diapers. I have always resorted to violence if things didn't go my way and more than person in my class had felt my fists if I thought they deserved it. I had no idea why they were protecting me now, but I decided to thank them for it later.

The teachers seemed to buy the witness' explanation to what had happened and the teacher let go of me. I smirked gleefully at the boy who was carried away by the two teachers. I kissed my middle finger and showed it to him, earning an obvious sneer from him. I wasn't sure what was going to happen to him since he didn't go to our school, but I didn't really care. I grabbed my backpack, ran my fingers through my messy hair and walked towards my classmates.

"Thanks." I told Sheena in particular.

"You're welcome, Helga." She said. "It was the truth after all."

I decided not to tell them the details of how I even met that guy. "I guess since all of you helped me back there…" I started unsurely and then sighed. "I guess that party isn't a complete no-go."

My classmates hollered happily and circled around me to give me a hug. I hated this mushy stuff, but I let them do it anyhow. They had been pleading with me for weeks since Rhonda had announced that she couldn't host our annual class party because there was going to be some renovations on her house. My house was the biggest after hers so my classmates had begged me to host it. I had declined because I wasn't much of a hostess and I wasn't too fond of parties to begin with, but I figured I could do this for them after they had my back.

"Ok, enough with the mushiness!" I declared loudly and they all stepped away from me. They kept grinning happily though and I couldn't help but smile back.

I rolled my shoulders as I walked down the streets of Hillwood once more that day, though this time it was in the other direction. Even though I wasn't bleeding and nothing was broken or sprained, I could still feel the effects from my fight with the feisty boy. I could even hear my shoulder blades crack as I rolled them. I couldn't believe he cared that much about a stinking apology, but maybe he was just weird. Or had nothing better to care about.

I was about walk past an alley, the same alley I had been fighting in this morning, when I felt something grab my wrist. I barely had time to whip my head down to look what it was when I was pulled into the alley. I opened my mouth to scream, but a hand cover it and muffled my voice. An arm wrapped around my waist, but I lashed my elbow backwards and connected it with the stomach of my attacker.

"You're not even tired after earlier, are you?" a familiar voice asked me in the shell of my ear.

My eyes widened and I stepped away from him when he let go of me. "You!" I shouted in disbelief when I recognized the blonde hair on the football-shaped head. I rolled my eyes. "Are you fucking kidding me, you still expect an apology?"

"Nah," he shrugged. "I don't care about that anymore."

"Then what do I have to do to get rid of you?" I asked as I leaned down to grab my backpack which I had accidentally dropped when he had pulled me in the alley.

He leaned down as well and while lazily grabbing my backpack, despite my better judgment, I looked at him. "I want a rematch."

I blinked a couple of times before I arched my back simultaneously with him. "What?" I said in disbelief. "Are… Are you kidding me? You came her to fight with me?"

"Yes."

I stared at him for a moment before walking out of the alley. I didn't say a word until I noticed that he was following me. "I'm not gonna fight you."

"Why not?"

"A better question is; why would I?" I told him.

He was quiet for a while until I felt something against my ass. I jolted and turned around to glare at him. I expected him to ask if sexual harassment was enough to make me fight him, but he showed me a pink cell phone in his hand. I placed my hand against the back pocket of my baggy pants and realized that he had stolen my phone.

I threw my backpack to the ground with a snarl and reached out for my phone. He did the same thing he had done with the backpack and forced me to walk around him like a dog chasing its tail. I stopped my legs and used my arm to force his arm down instead. I put all of my weight into it and managed to grab my phone out of his palm. I looked at him in annoyance when I noticed the smirk on his face. He clearly thought we weren't finished, but I just took a step back from him. I grabbed my backpack and saw that people were looking at us curiously.

"Scram!" I shouted at the onlookers and they all dispersed in different directions. I groaned as I placed my backpack over my shoulder and continued walking.

"Why don't you wanna fight me?" the stubborn boy asked me, and I looked at him quizzically. "Don't tell me you only use your skills for good?"

I snorted at the thought of myself in a pink jumpsuit as I jumped buildings to search for criminals. "I use it to defend myself or if I think someone deserves to be smacked around."

"And I don't?" he asked curiously. "After attacking you, trying to steal your phone and calling you a bitch?"

"Bitch is not the worst thing I've been called." I told him matter-of-factly.

"What is the worst thing you've been called?" he asked almost with genuine curiosity.

I smirked. "Olga." I replied and looked at him. He arched a blonde eyebrow in confusion and I chuckled. "You'd have to know me to understand."

He continued following me in silence for a bit. "Then let me get to know you." He requested out of the blue.

My eyes widened a bit and I almost stopped walking in surprise. That was the first time anyone had said they wanted to get to know me. I wasn't a very friendly or likable person, no matter what Phoebe said about how I had a heart of gold once you got to know me.

I looked at him. "Yeah, har-har." I replied with a snort and he just chuckled.

I had expected the boy to stop following me after that, but he just continued walking next to me. He didn't say anything though and I wondered if he was planning to follow me all the way home. I considered asking him about it, but figured it wouldn't make a difference. He had obviously gone through my backpack since he knew both my name and where I went to school so if he wanted to know where I lived, he probably already did.

Once I was in front of my house, I walked through the gate of the new fence Bob had made me build. I had no idea how he suddenly got the idea that we needed a fence, but he had paid me so I didn't question it. I closed the gate before the boy tried to follow me. He just smiled at me though, having obviously no intention of escorting me all the way up to my door. I shook my head at the surrealism of the entire situation and walked towards the front door when a question hit me so hard that I just had to ask it.

"Hey, Football Head!" I called. He flinched at the nickname and shot me a slanted look, silently asking me what I wanted. "What's your name?"

He eyed me curiously before he smirked. "Arnold."

I hummed. "Arnoldo." I declared and smirked at how annoyed he looked. He corrected me, but I just laughed. "Arnoldo-moldo." I said for effect and unlocked my door. I waved at him mockingly and closed the door behind me.

Something about the way this Arnold guy was looking at me told me that he was interested in me. I had no idea where that interest originated from and exactly how interested he was. But his eyes and his smirk made it obvious he thought I was interesting. I was thinking something similar about him. Though no quite.

"Weirdest fucking guy I've ever met." I declared to myself and let my backpack fall to the floor.

Author's 2nd note: So that was the first chapter of "Bad behavior". There's definitely more to come whether you guys like it or not! Ha-ha xD Oh, and in case someone worries about this: No, it's not going be all violence all the time xD

And if anyone wants to try to draw a cover of this, please do! I'd love to see it and maybe even use it! :D