Behold, the blabbering beauty that is my first Ben 10 fic! This chapter is more of an introduction than a chapter, seeing as this isn't even close to as long as what chapter 2 will be. I have mixed feelings about this chapter, which I think is both a work of art and a piece of garbage. This part is pretty uneventful, mostly just a big foreshadowing thingy. Well, chapter two is close to finished, so you won't have to live with this to long. Enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Ben 10. Wish I did, but no. -grumble-

"Gravity is the force that pulls everything to the ground…"

Thoughts and daydreams began to swirl around in Ben's head, washing out the teacher's lecture until it was a mere mumble in the background. He had more important things to think about than science class- he was a hero, after all. He didn't even know the full extent of his powers yet. Well, technically they weren't real superpowers, just a piece of alien tech that let him turn into a whole bunch of different aliens. Still, it was his burden, and he had every right to know how to use it correctly.

He glanced down at the Omnitrix. What would happen if he kept turning it left? Maybe he would find a new hero to try out. Either that, or the cap would unscrew and he could accidentally mutate his dog into some kind of Wildmutt thing. Then there was always the option of setting it on self destruct and blowing up half the universe, which wasn't good. He decided against it.

His gaze steadily dropped down his hand, finally lingering on his pencil. He pressed down on the tip, and the eraser end shot up in response. He did it again, and began to wonder how the heck it did that. Maybe there was some planet out there where when you push down the tip of the pencil, the tip goes up instead. He smiled at the concept. What would someone from that planet be like? It would probably be pretty discombobulated on earth. Now that's one alien he didn't want on the watch.

He pushed on the tip again. Something struck him about how the pencil was reacting. He knew there was a word for a mechanism like this (they learned it in science last year, but he didn't pay any attention), he just didn't know what. But somehow, he did.

Lever! A high, squeaky voice shouted in the back of his mind. Yes, it was a lever. Although he was happy (and confused) with the sudden knowledge, his mind wanted more.

Invisible markers scribbled over his vision, leaving a white sketch of the pencil. Kind of like one of those blueprint things you find at construction sites. Let's see, he thought, Effort, resistance, fulcrum… What am I thinking? Even so, he didn't stop.

What did he know about this? The fulcrum was at the place where the wood and yellow paint meet, the tip was the effort, and the other end was the resistance. Effort, fulcrum, resistance. That order meant…

"Ben?"

"First class lever!" he shouted out loud. The blueprint blinked from his eyes the second he became aware. The whole class was staring at him- twenty pairs of quizzical glares that made his skin tingle. What had he just said?

Mr. Charles smiled. "Very good, Ben." Then he moved on.

Ben sighed and banged his head against the desk. Either he had picked up on something the teacher had said that effected his train of thought, or he was just plain lucky. He guessed it was the second one. Maybe hanging out with Lucky Girl all summer had had its advantages.

The good thing about Mr. Charles is that once he calls on you once without warning, he won't do it again that class. So he was free to let his mind wander and sort itself out. But no matter what he thought about, it all went down to one of two things; math or science. He thought about Sumo Slammers, new names to call Gwen next time he sees her, and even tried thinking about magic. But nothing could get his mind of science.

He even tried listening to the teacher, and found himself engrossed in everything he said. He ended up answering a few questions that wouldn't make him sound like he knew too much, just because. It was then that he knew something was wrong with him.

He tried another topic, testing to see if he could relate it to science. Kai.

Kai, that double crossing, idiotic, devilish, childish, intelligent, courageous, insanely hot…

He shook his head. Any way you sliced it, he still loved her, even if she did try to keep him as a pet when he was the werewolf. Speaking of werewolf, he wondered exactly how powerful that thing could roar. He began to calculate something involving lung size and frequency, but the teachers bell interrupted him.

"Lunch time!" his science teacher shouted, ringing his miniature version of the liberty bell. Ben snapped out of his trance and looked at the schedule. Up next was English, the only subject that he could actually pass. He was a distant relative of Alfred Tennyson, some famous poet from the 1800. For him, writing skills were hereditary. He could not pay attention every single class of the year and still pass with flying colors.

He dug into his pocket and pulled out exactly four dollars and fifty-seven cents. Lunch was only two dollars, but he always brought extra in case Cash tries to steal anything, which he did 76.83 percent of the time. He sighed, stuffed the money back in his pocket, and headed for the door.

AHH! SCIENTIFIC BLABBER! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!

Yeah... It's gone by the next chapter, thank goodness. Anyway, Review to your hearts content. I'm open to constructive criticism, but I will laugh in the face of flamers.

Up next: Chapter 2: Diamondhead