AU:

Hey, this is my first posted story, and I'm a fairly new writer so there may be mistakes and it is relativity short. I have a chapter two already written, along with a partial chapter three, but I'm going to wait to upload them. Anyway, this story takes place when the game starts, and Jenny/Jordan replaces Petey, sadly enough. Because I love Petey ;a; but oh well. I am going to apologize in advance if the characters are a bit out of character. As much as I have played Bully, I still cannot truly get with their personalities. Reviews are greatly appreciated! Anyway without further adieu, here is the story. Enjoy.

Prologue

A hasty wind brushes by as a young chocolate haired boy walks past the rusted gates of Bullworth Academy, an old, black backpack slung over his uniform clad left shoulder as his shoes slap against the stone covered ground that led up to the boys dorm. He was a new student, a scrawny one at that, wearing the required khaki slacks and a button up white dress shirt under the usual blue vest with the schools insignia sewn on the top left; a clenched fist, a raised snake, a hunched up rat, and a cracked skull all boxed inside of the shield shaped patch. A dark blue cap was perched on top of his head, covering his shaggy dark brown hair with seemingly old and black converse adorning his feet with ratty, tangled white laces tied messily in the front. He looked like any other boy at the school, (aside from the steroidal jocks and the too-weak-to-function nerds) messy and ordinary. Yet, when he looked up from the ground when he was shoved by a bully, there was something different. A unique twist to this new student; his eyes were a lively golden honey, as smooth and bright as a dandelion. Upon closer inspection, there was definitely something odd about him.

Chapter 1: First Day at the Oh So Tough Bullworth Academy

Today was the day I was going to attend my first day of my new school, Bullworth Academy. The school had a renowned reputation as one of the toughest schools in the entire country, and I was going to see if this rumor was indeed accurate. My name is Jenny Cavender, I am almost 16 years old, and I am going to go into Bullworth as a new student; a new, male student.

A strong, August wind swept by me as I approached the gates of the academy, scattering fallen leaves and small twigs all around the ground I walked on. I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs up to calm myself before stepping onto the school's campus, a small smile itching at the corner of my mouth as I think of the comical line 'let the games begin.' Keeping my eyes down at my dirty shoes, I made my way down the path to the boy's dorm. I didn't need to get in a squabble before I even got to set my stuff down, yet I somehow knew somewhere in the back of my mind that that wouldn't happen. Two hands connected with my back and shoved me forward, the sudden impact almost causing me to trip and fall flat on my face on the stone walkway. I steadied myself and snapped my head back, my honey irises glaring at the medium sized blonde kid. "Fresh meat eh? It should be fun to show you the ropes." The bully says before reaching to grab a hold of my vest, but he grabs air as I quickly duck under him before dodging his attack. My slender body pops up behind him, a scoff hidden behind my smirking lips. This guy was no match for me. He was just another brainless asshole that would physically bully other kids to 'whip them into shape.' I have dealt with enough of their kind to know how to handle this situation without a problem. As he turns around, I quickly connect my fist to his pimpled jaw in a swift uppercut, effectively knocking him to the ground before I make my escape, quickly fleeing up the rest of the path and the stairs that lead to the dorms, glancing behind me before opening one of the doors and slipping inside. He was still confused on what had happened, but a few of his assumed friends had ran up and I didn't want to stick around to see what would go down.

I whipped out a piece of paper that had my dorm room printed on it, hanging to the left and walking down the hallway before stopping at the last door on the left side of the hall. I gave a few patient raps even though I was in a rush to get inside before the other guys entered and saw me, but soon enough, the door opened. A tall, lean boy stood in the door way, his scarred eyebrow raised in interest. "Who are you?" He questions, a dark edge to his maturing voice. He was quite handsome, with a strong jaw, medium brown hair dipping into his face, and deep brown eyes that bore into my mind and soul, searching and prodding around for information. He was clad in a teal-ish vest under a white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows with a brown leather band worn on his left wrist, a silver watch on his right. Dark grey pants were hanging from his hips by a leather belt, his feet bare on the dark brown hard wood floor except for ordinary grey and white socks. After the quick inspection of his appearance, I answer is inquiry.

"I'm Jordan Cavender, your new roommate." I answer curtly, my spine stiffening a tad as I heard the dorm doors being opened along with heavy footsteps and a deep voice demanding for me. A smirk slowly curves at his lips and he leans out, holding onto the door frame as he looks down the hallway. A muscled red head appears around the corner, walking into the common room as his voice booms for the 'new kid'. He glances back at me, a wicked glint to his visible eye as he nods his head to the bully. "He is searching for you, I presume?" he asks, stepping out into the hallway and shutting the door behind him, forcing me out into the middle of the hallway. What the fuck is he doing? I stare up at him with hard eyes. "Yes, he is looking for me. I won't lie, but I'd greatly appreciate it if you'd let me inside before I get pummeled to death by that ape. I'd like to at least un pack before I get sent off to the Infirmary." I reply calmly, watching his body language. He stifles a snort of laughter before pushing me towards the common room. I quickly stop him, my eyes large and dangerous. "Do not touch me." I hiss quietly, my hand gripping his wrist with enough force to leave a large round bruise. After a moment of shock, he shoves me off of him, his eyes losing all humor and turning dark. "I will do whatever I want. You're my roommate. I make the rules, not you, Femme-boy." He growls back, forcefully shoving me out in front of the archway that lead to the common room where the ginormous bully was searching for me. I fall down to the ground, the loud thump attracting the red heads attention to me on the floor. I look up at my roommate with an enraged expression, my lips curling up over my teeth as I hiss out, "You will pay for this." He stands there with his arms crossed with a sadistic smirk on his face. "Oh, will I now?" he taunts me as I am yanked up by my vest, a fist smashing my face before my world turns black.

I awake to bright fluorescent lights shining on my eyes, a groan escaping my lips as I lean up, grabbing my bandaged up face. I open my one eye, my other hurting something awful, before I look around. "Where am I..?" I rasp out, my throat dry and scratchy. "You're in the infirmary, Mr. Cavender. You had your first encounter with the new students." Comes an old woman's voice from the door way. I look over and an elderly gray haired lady is standing up, holding out two pills and a bottled water. I greedily take them, popping the pills in my mouth and opening the cap of the bottle before guzzling half of the liquid, the medication sliding down my throat with the chilled water. "Thanks." I say, clearing my throat as I close the cap. "You've got a few bruises and a black eye, but nothing too major. You're a lucky one, having your roommate be there to save your behind." What? My roommate didn't save me, the damn bastard had the shit beat out of me! "He got Russell off of you before he could cause any real damage. Too bad.. I'll give you a bottle of Advil and you can be on your way." I squint to read her name tag: Mrs. McRae. She hands me the bottle of cheap pain medicine before helping me up with a sneer. "Try not to die, alright kid?" She grinds out as she opens the door to the outside, pushing me out. "Alright, Than-"I start, but the door is slammed in my face. What a pleasant woman.

After quickly limping my way across the school grounds and back into the boy's dorm, I try to open the door to my room and I am slightly surprised to find it unlocked. My roommate has some serious explaining to do. He gives me to Russell, and then saves me? It makes no sense. I push open the door before hobbling inside and shutting it behind me. The room contained two beds across from each other, two short dressers and one desk with a lamp on it, but no roommate. I don't even know his name…I guess I can find out. I limp over to the desk, searching for any kind of books or papers to identify him, but my search comes up dry. Dammit. I go over to his dresser, opening a drawer and digging inside. A small pink blush dusts over my cheeks as I push aside his underwear, digging to the bottom of the drawer before quickly shoving it closed as I hear the knob turn and the door open. I turn the other way and walk to my bed, grabbing the fitted white sheet and spreading it on the mattress as my dorm partner walks in. I don't look at him as I continue to make my bed before walking over to the other side and slinging my backpack up onto the bed, going to reach for the zipper but I pause in my tracks. The closure was partially open, and one of my undershirts was slightly pulled out, the white fabric brushing my hand. I spin around to face him, my brows furrowed angrily. "Did you go through my bag?" I accuse, my eyes flaring as he shrugs his shoulders coyly. "No, I didn't go through your shitty backpack, calm down. It was like that after Russell knocked your lights out." He says with a smirk, laying on his bed and crossing his arms behind his head.

"Why did you do that?" I ask with gritted teeth, my shiner throbbing painfully. "Why did you give me to him and then save me?" He shrugs again. "I did it so if you ratted me out, it wouldn't make any sense. Why would I put you in danger and then rescue you?" He says with a grin. "Can't put the savior in jail, can you?"

I pause, soaking up his words. "What is wrong with you?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at him. "ADD primarily, but also life, my parents, this school, western civilization... but really, honestly, enough about me. What about you? Wearing girl's panties? I mean, come on. Isn't that a little strange?" He asks me, a deviant smirk on his face as he watches my reaction. I freeze before raising my eyebrow, deciding to play it coolly. "I don't wear girl's panties. The pair you found after raiding my bag is my girlfriends. She gave them to me before I left. You know, something to remember her by." I wink at him before holding out my hand, wiggling my fingers. "Now, if you'd give them back to me….?" I ask, pausing at the absence on his name. "Gary. Gary Smith. And yeah, alright. Your girlfriends. Even though I highly doubt that you've ever had a girlfriend, and that you probably wear these to get your thrills, I guess I understand that." He says before reaching into his pocket and tossing me my balled up lacy pink panties. I catch them easily before grabbing my bag, going over to my dresser and opening the drawer to unpack. I glance back over my shoulder after I completely unzip my bag. "Oh, and Gary? If you ever go through my bag again, Ill cut off your fucking fingers." I threaten, my insides riling as he smirks at me. "Alright, whatever you say, femme-boy."