Forbidden Love (A GwenXMal fanfic)
Summary: Gwen and Mal go to the same high school, but Gwen feels like she's never seen him before (She's only ever seen someone who looks like him, but that kid is way to different). One day Gwen meets Mal during detention and they click. They keep meeting each other and find that they have a lot in common, and start crushing on each other.
One day Gwen finds out that Mal has been sent to juvie. She goes to visit him every day, and they fall in love. One day a policeman tells Gwen that Mal was taken to a hospital, and they don't know where or why. Gwen doesn't know if she'll ever see him again. Or will she?
A GwenXMal fanfic based on TDAS and some inspirational Malwen fics I've already read.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the idea for this story.
Dedication: To the author of the fanfic "Evil Duo" who inspired me to really like this coupling.
If you don't like this coupling, then don't read this. I delete all flames. Only constructive criticism please. Thanks and enjoy:)
Chapter 1:
('Thoughts' and "speech")
Gwen's POV:
'Well here we go again' I thought as I walked down the long hallway towards the detention room. 'Another Friday spent in detention. Note to self- don't take the heat for your friends again Gwen' I took a mental note. 'I swear, the next time Dawn and Izzy have a save the wildlife rally, I'm outta there. Seriously though, Izzy is practically wildlife, aren't I being punished enough?' I wondered, pushing open the doors to reveal the other suckers who bothered to show up.
"Ah, Gwen, good to see you made it on time", said my ever perky English teacher, Miss Mafarenwell (Author's note: Pronounced Mu-f-a-ren-well), while ticking my name off on some list. I settled down in the back corner window seat, and pulled out a book that I was reading. 'I guess there's one upside to being in detention, I get to finally finish my novel.'
"Has anyone seen Mr Pain?" Miss Mafarenwell asked. "He's right here", came the reply of our principal, Mrs Driksin, as she barged into the class, dragging a boy behind her. 'So much for finishing my book' I thought in dismay.
"Good, please take a seat Mr Pain. Don't worry Mrs Driksin, he's in capable hands here", said Miss Mafarenwell. "I wouldn't be so sure about that blondie. I've yet to meet someone who can handle me", said the boy in a deep rumbling voice that reminded me distinctly of thunder. "Show off", I muttered under my breath. I could feel his gaze turn in my direction, but I was pretending to be absorbed in my book once more.
"Now you listen here boy", said our principal, drawing his attention again, "You are going to behave for Miss Mafarenwell or you can take a one way trip to my office to receive a suspension letter! Is that clear?" She asked threateningly. "Sure, whatever", I saw him shrug his shoulders out of the corner of my eye. "Good, then we have an understanding. Good day Miss Mafarenwell", and Mrs Driksin promptly turned on her heels and stormed out.
"Mr Pain, why don't you take a seat", said Miss M (My nickname for her, since Mafarenwell is quite a mouth-full), before she took out some papers and started marking them. I hadn't looked up again since the boy first walked in, so his sudden presence beside me startled me out of my concentration. "Can I help you", I asked without glancing up from my page. "You're in my seat", he said softly by my ear, his breath tickling me and giving me goosebumps. 'Wow, personal space invader much?' I thought.
"Guess you should have got here on time then. And besides, I don't see your name on it", I retorted, still trying to enjoy my book. "Guess you should have looked harder then Gothy", he said pointing to something carved into the desk. 'Mal. Huh, that's kinda hot… Focus Gwen!' I instructed myself. "Wow, Mal, were your parents too bored to bother writing your full name out or something?" I teased, putting my book back in my bag because I knew I wasn't about to get the chance to lose myself in it at this rate. Instead I opted for my sketchpad and pencil.
"Just a nickname, but that's not any of your concern. Now I' gonna count to three and if you haven't moved I'll-" "You'll what?" I interrupted loudly, drawing Miss M's gaze for a second. "Go ahead Mr Pain, take that seat next to Miss Adams please", she said, making Mal have to sit down, ending the argument just like I had planned. I sent a victorious smirk Mal's way, earning a similar smirk with a raised eyebrow in return. Miss M returned to her marking and I opened my sketchpad, continuing with a drawing I had been working on.
"So Gothy, what you working on?" he asked in that deep voice of his. "First of all, it's Gwen not Gothy, and second of all, what's it matter to you?" I hissed, getting annoyed. 'Can't a girl have two minutes of piece in detention?' "Gwen…" he mused to himself out loud, sending a shiver down my spine with the way he said my name. 'Why am I shivering? It's not even winter for crying out loud!' I chastised myself. "And if you must know, Gwen" he added emphasis on my name, "I didn't bring anything to do, and you seem to have caught my interest for the time being", Mal said watching me and making my heart beat slightly faster for some weird reason.
"Oh, lucky me, I get to entertain the delinquent" I sent my sarcastic reply. 'Geez, I'm spending way too much time with Izzy and Noah. Well it's not like I can avoid my best friend's boyfriend' I reminded myself. "Ouch, you're stubborn and feisty. No wonder you're in detention", he replied lazily with a devilish grin. I whipped my head up quickly, my eyes blazing with rage. 'Who does this guy think he is? He doesn't know the first thing about me!' "At least I don't need our principal to babysit me, reminding me how to find a place where I probably spend a lot of time", I growled menacingly. "Touché", he replied with a dazzling white grin, and he leaned towards me slightly in a playful way.
'Doesn't this guy get it?' I wondered, getting a good look at him for the first time. He had dark hair that fell over one of his deep brown eyes. The slight gap between his teeth gave him a menacing, but cute edge to his perfect smile. His dark tan made him look totally different to me. I couldn't help but notice his tight, teal T-shirt that showed off his muscles quite nicely. His jeans and sneakers added to his effortless-style look. 'At least he has good taste in colours' I thought, noting that his shirt matched the streaks in my hair.
I noticed he seemed to be scanning me over too, and I gave my hair a swift flick as I turned away, just to let it whirl around my shoulders slightly. 'Why did I do that?' I wondered as I continued my sketch. 'It's not like I care how he thinks I look' I huffed, turning slightly pink in the cheeks. Suddenly my sketchpad was snatched away from me.
"Give it back!" I hissed, trying to grab from him. "Ah ah ah" he wagged his finger at me before catching my hand to keep me from reaching it. His hand was warm and rough against mine but I didn't mind, I was too busy wanting to strangle him! "I didn't hear the magic word", he mocked me, and clearly enjoying seeing me squirm. "Go die in a hole!" I spat. 'Like I would ever say please to him!' "Well then you'll have to wait for me to finish checking it out first", he said, releasing his firm grip to flick to the page I was busy on.
His mouth dropped open slightly in surprise. He was looking at the picture I had drawn of a little girl in a raincoat, dancing in the rain. I had effectively captured the shadows and detail in this piece. I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment. 'No one was supposed to see my art!' I silently screamed. "This is really good you know", he said and he fixed with that deep penetrating gaze of his. I almost believed him for a second. "Yeah right! You're giving me a complement. Has the world gone mad?" and I snatched it back.
"Didn't know it was illegal to tell someone your honest opinion", the hard look in his eyes making me slightly ashamed. "Ok, fine, thanks I guess…" I said, not looking at him. "That's better. So tell me, is there anything else you like to do besides art? A secret obsession with stuffed animals maybe?" he inquired, wiggling his eyebrows. I laughed at that. "Seriously? Stuffed animals? What gave you that impression?"
"Hey, you never know what to expect with the hot goth girls these days", he replied with a cocky smirk. "Hot did you say?" I raised an eyebrow. Suddenly realising what he had said out loud, he coughed awkwardly and shrugged it off nonchalantly. "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. That's for me to know and you to wonder about." I think my face might have dropped a little, because he got a mischievous spark in his one visible eye. "Well anyways, you've probably noticed that I like to read. I also enjoy swimming, archery, paintball, working out, and hanging out with my friends, Izzy and Dawn. They're the whole reason I'm here you know. They had a protest on school property and things kind of got out of hand. I blame Izzy. But she's so dang fast that I was the only one left when the teachers showed up. So here I am."
"Well tell Izzy that I say thank you", he said quietly. "For what?" I asked, not really understanding where he was going with this. "For getting you into detention", he said looking straight ahead. "Gee thanks", I replied irritated. "And why exactly is that a Mal's oh-so-rare 'Thank you' worthy thing for her to do?" "Because if she hadn't of done that, I never would have met you", he said watching to see what my reaction would be.
'Wait, what?! He's glad he met me? But I haven't said a nice word to him! He's probably just messing with me. Yeah, that must be it. And besides, he barely even knows me, and he seems like the hard-core, smoking hot, really sweet inside, jerk type. Wait, did I just think that? I'm sure he has tons of other places and friends he could be talking to right now. He does look like that hunky type of guy all the cheerleaders would drool over, and yet he's not in the popular crowd, and he has a rebel edge to him. Almost evil in a way. Why would he bother with the loner goth girl he's never even met before? This guy's a real mystery….' I drifted in thought.
I almost missed Miss M saying we could leave. I bent down to collect my things. "So…do you wanna hang out some time?" I asked on a whim. No reply. I pick up my things expecting to see him laughing in my face, but he wasn't there.
'I knew it! What a jerk. Why I should-' I cut my train of thought off. There, written on my sketchpad, was a phone number. "Call me sometime. Maybe I'll see you here next week", I read the note out loud. 'Well, what do you know' I mused. 'Now there's two things to look forward to in detention. My book, and a guy named Mal who I barely know from a bar of soap, who seems like there's more to him than meets the eye. My life just got soooo much more complicated' I grinned to myself.
I left the room to go find Dawn and tell her that next week's save the trees protest is back on, a pair of deep eyes still imprinted in my mind.
Author's Note:
Thanks for reading my first chapter. Please R&R, it really doesn't take that much effort. Thanks :)
PS: any similarities between my teacher characters and real life people are completely coincidental. I made them up, so no one can sue me today :p
Next chapter: More connections in detention and Izzy, Noah and Dawn get in on the whole thing. When Gwen phones Mal and someone named Mike answers the phone, what will happen? Gwen will learn more about Mal and his life.
Tune in next time!
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