Ben 10 Porn Story: Falling for the Enemy Chapter 1

A/N: Hey guys! I’ve kinda had writer’s block lately and been having a lot going on, too. I’m really sorry to all of you waiting for my updates, I’ll try to get them up as soon as I can. :/ Anyway… Here’s my newest Gwevin FF. Again, I felt like writing it in Gwen’s POV (it seemed much more difficult writing it in third person). Also, everyone might be a little OOC, but I’m sorry and I’ll try to do my best and avoid that situation. It’s also set a little bit before Alien Force, but not by much. I hope you all like it. Reviews are much appreciated. Gracias and enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: This is the only time I’m gonna mention it so pay close attention… I don’t Ben 10 or Ben 10: Alien Force. All I own is the plot and a few OCs. That’s it.

Why was it that when you wanted school to go by quickly, it went by even slower? Today was definitely one of those days. I mean, my brother had finally come back from college for Thanksgiving Break, and my grandparents (mom’s side) had flown in Washington. Grandpa Max was staying with Ben and his parents. I couldn’t wait to get home after school where everyone would be waiting for me.

I sat in math class unable to focus at all. Plus, how could I? School would be over in 5 hours and then it would be break. I felt my phone vibrate softly in my left pocket. Apparently, I had forgotten to turn it off. Slowly, I took it out and put it to my side, flipping it open. It was a text from Ben.

‘Gwen. I am SO sorry. Grandpa Max said he would come and pick you up soon. I don’t know how this could have even happened. A bomb?! That’s awful. Who would even want to do something like that? You live in one of the safest neighborhoods in the state. Something weird is-‘ I didn’t finish reading the text since my teacher, Mr. Craig (also known the as old, fat guy who loved to torture kids) caught me. He cleared his throat and walked over to me. Quickly, he held out his hand and I gave him my phone. Mr. Craig closed it and put it on his desk and continued on with the lesson. Actually more like dragged on with it.

Shit! I sighed and bit my lower lip. What on earth was my cousin talking about? Grandpa Max picking me up? A fire? Why was he super sorry? Something about a bomb? Me living in a safe neighborhood? Nothing was making sense. I tried to clear my head and focus, but it wasn’t working. Suddenly the intercom beeped.

“Mr. Craig?” a loud, female voice screeched.

“Yes?”

“Could you please send Gwendolyn Tennyson down to the main office?”

“Uh-huh.”

I put all my things into my bag and walked to the door. Mr. Craig shoved my phone back into my hand and I left the classroom. I flipped open my phone again. The screen was black. I pressed the On/Off button, but nothing happened. God damn it! Why didn’t I charge my cell phone before I left my house this morning? I threw the phone into my bag.

The main office was all the way at the top of the school. Before I walked over there, I decided to stop by my locker. Slowly, I opened the midnight blue locker and tossed my bag in there. There was a pink sticky note next to the mirror.

‘Hey Gwen! Hope you have a rockin’ break! I’ll see you when school starts! Love, Amy.’

I smiled. Amy had already left school to catch a plane to Florida with her mom and her little brother.

I closed my locker and started walking toward to the office. It took me about a minute to get there. I walked up to a lady sitting at a desk. Before I could even open my mouth, she pointed to the couciling office. I nodded and walked to my left. The door was closed, so I knocked. I heard a “Come in” from the other side, and I opened the old, wooden door. I walked in and closed the door behind me.

A man (about 35 years old) was sitting at an old desk. He had a blue tee-shirt on and old brown pants. Not the best color combo (just thought I might add). I looked at the name plate on the desk, Mark Silverman. Mark had dark brown hair and a dark brown mustache to match.

“Hello Gwendolyn. Please. Sit,” his voice reminded me of Grandpa Max’s in a way. I did as he told me and pulled up a small blue chair. God, was everything in our school blue?

“How are you today?” he started.

I blinked a few times before I answered, “Fine?”

“Well… Gwendolyn-” he begain before I cut him off.

“Gwen.”

“Beg pardon?” he seemed confused.

“I go by Gwen.”

“Oh I get it now,” he grinned. I simply nodded.

He started again, “Well Gwen,” he paused and smiled again (what was with this guy?), “I’m afraid I have some bad news.”

Worse than the fact that you keep smiling at my nickname, I thought.

“Uh-huh?” I raised my eyebrow.

“Well. Your relatives came to town today didn’t they?”

“Yeah. My brother, Ken and my grandparents.”

“Ah. Ken. He was one of our best students,” Mr. Silverman went off again. God. I was honestly starting to lose patience with this guy.

“I’m sorry. Not to seem rude, but can I just know why I was sent down here?”

“Oh. Yes-s-s-s. Of-f-f-f course.”

Did I freak him our or something? Or was he trying to avoid talking about whatever situation there was?

“Am I failing something, or did I do something wrong?” Maybe guessing would get him talking.

“Of course not Gwen (he smiled again). Your grades are outstanding. It’s actually about your family.”

I sat up, “Did something happen?”

“Well… Yes.” He was stalling again. Wait, was this what Ben texted me about during class? Me living in a safe neighborhood,? The bomb? And he was really sorry. No! It couldn’t be! I refused to believe that!

I began, “I probably sound so stupid for saying this… But was our house bombed?”

Mr. Silverman’s eyes got wide. I couldn’t understand what that meant. Did that mean I was right? Wrong?

“Um. Excuse me?”

The conciler shook his head rapidly, “Sorry about that. How did you know?”

I started breathing heavily. No! I was right and for once, I didn’t want to be right!

“Gwen? How did you know that?”

“Oh. My cousin texted me.”

“You were texting in class?!” he roared.

What the fuck?! There I was not knowing if my family was alive or not and this guy was yelling at me for texting in class. I have never heard bullcrap like that in my life!

“Well So-rry! I retorted. “Are they okay?” this time I asked normally.

“I’m sorry Gwendolyn. None of them were able to escape”

What? My eyes started watering up. This could not be happening. My family meant the whole world to me and they were gone?! Slowly, tears started rolling down my cheeks.

Mr. Silverman passed me the tissue box. I grabbed it from him and took a tissue out. After that, I threw the box at the wall as hard as I could. Honestly, I didn’t care what the guy sitting across from me was thinking at the moment. I wiped my eyes with the tissue.

“Gwen. All of us are extremely sorry. Your grandpa said he would be here as soon as he could.”

“I don’t give a shit!” I replied angrily and was still sobbing.

“There’s no need for language, Miss. Tennyson,” the guy put his finger up.

God. What was I, five? I had just lost most of my family and he expected me to be jumping with joy?

There was a knock on the door. I looked down at my white converse. My dark blue jeans were covering my shoes up almost completly. Honestly, I didn’t want whoever that was knocking to see my crying (I’m really self-consious).

“Now’s not the best time,” Silverman called.

The door swung open and the door swung open. Grandpa Max walked in wearing a dark green raincoat and light brown pants. His jacket was dripping wet. It was probably raining outside.

As much as I wanted to run up to Grandpa Max and never let go, I felt like my whole body was paralyzed.

“Gwen,” he said in his softest voice, “get your stuff and I’ll take you home.”

I didn’t want to seem mean to Grandpa Max, considering how close I was to him, I still couldn’t stop from being rude, “I have no home?”

He didn’t seem offended at all, “You’re going to stay at Ben’s. Now go get your stuff. I’ll meet you in the Rustbucket.”

I got up and left the room. As hurt as I was, I really didn’t want comfort from anyone, including Grandpa. Slowly, I headed to the bathrooms. I opened the door.

It was extremely quiet. Perect. There was no one in there. I walked up to a sink with a mirror and looked at my reflection.

My hair that was in a neat ponytail this morning had come out almost completly. I took the hair-tie out and let my apricot colored hair fall down. My face looked like shit. Both my eyeliner and mascara had completly smeared from all my crying. I turned the faucet on and cleaned my face up a bit. Much better. My white sweatshirt had tear stains all over it. I sighed and headed to my locker.

As I was walking, I thought of Ken, Mom, Dad, Grandma and Grandpa. I started crying again. It just couldn’t be possible and I just wished more than anything that they were alive. Since I wasn’t thinking about where I was going, I turned to my right and crashed into the wall, collapsing to the floor, bawling my eyes out. I tried so hard to take a few deep breaths and calm down, but nothing worked. Finally, after laying there for about 5 minutes, I took a few deep breaths and stood up.

I arrived at my locker. As I was unlocking my lock, my fingers were shaking. Personally, I have no idea how I remembered the combo, but somehow, I did. My hangs still shaking, I took my striped bag out and closed the locker.

My head began spinning as I was walking toward the exit. I began swaying from side to side and my vision was getting blurry. Grabbing my head with my free hand, I fell to the hard carpet again and closed my eyes as I began to cry again. Probably, I lay there for about a minute. Suddenly, I fely a tap on my shoulder. Slowly, I opened my eyes and saw a guy standing over me. He didn’t look too familiar, but maybe I had seen him once or twice. I’m pretty sure he was a senior.

I noticed he had short blond hair and hazel eyes. He crouched down and out his hand out. I took it and he helped me up.

“Thanks,” I quietly said.

He smiled, “No problem. You okay?”

“Yeah thanks.”

“You’re sure?”

“Mhm,” I replied.

“Well. Okay. See ya around,” he said before leaving. I turned the other way and finally got out of the building. The Rustbucket was standing in the parking lot. I could see that Grandpa Max was already sitting in there. Just as I was about to walk over the van, my bag slipped from my hand. Right when I was about to pick it up, I had a new thought. Screw everything! I turned to my right and ran.

A/N: End of chapter one. Again, reviews are appreciated. Hopefully I’ll have the next chapter up tomorrow. Ta!