Disclaimer: I don't own Ben 'cause MoA does. Damned copyrights.

A/N: Ah, Facebook is WONDERFUL. Greg Cipes had posted an interview that he did, and there was info about Kevin rescuing and keeping a dog :D I posted the link of it on Skylark Evanson's Facebook (you'll see my profile. Add me as a friend!) so like her page and check it out!

Well, other than that, thanks for your support guys :3 I really appreciate all the lovely reviews! And to answer your question D, Ben is in the middle of his senior year, so I'd say about half the year :D

Chapter 3

"It's my fault. I've known that from the start." Ben closed his cell phone and tossed it on the passanger seat. "Flirting with Eunice, a copy of your own cousin's DNA. Or with Emily. Or Juniper. Or Crystal. Or any of those other girls in my classes. Fame went to my head." Which head are we talking about? Oh yeah, har har. He slumped in his seat. "Damned male hormones..."

Hormones have nothing to do with it. It's my own damned fault. If I've just been the boyfriend I was supposed to be, I would still be with her. He turned into the right lane, ready to turn into the exit. He was ready to got to the teen club. He didn't care if paparazzi would take pictures. This was going to be an all nighter if he didn't want to have that dream again.

The line into the the club was long and as soon as his car pulled up, cameras flashed. "Figured that much," he muttered. "Dammit." The valet was starstruck as Ben got out the car and handed him his keys. The valet looked as if Ben gave him a million bucks. "Thanks," Ben smiled.

"No problem," the valet breathed. He got into the car and drove to the parking lot. Sighing, Ben adjusted his jacket. "Well. Here goes." He stepped onto the carpeted sidwalk and was engulfed in a sea of teenagers. Lights flashed left and right, people shouted his name. He waved some respectable hellos, smiling for phones video-taping the whole ordeal. As soon as he walked into the club, heads turned. Music still blasted from the speakers, loud and deafening, but the DJ looked up from the laptop, eyes wide. Then he relaxed and waved.

"Yo man, wazup?"

Ben fought against a crowd of giggly girls to shake his hand. "Been better. You'd think people would calm down a bit."

"Well, it's only been a year since your secret got exposed. Man, you're just a ladies' man. Look at that. They checkin' you out." Ben looked over his shoulder to see a group of girls staring at him. They blushed and ducked under their volumized hair and whispered to each other.

"I don't really care about girls right now Oz. Remember?"

"Oh...yeah." Oz laughed nervously. "Sorry about that. Totally forgot about the break up."

"It's fine," Ben shrugged. "Keep up the good work Oz. I'm going to get a drink." He worked his way to the back of the club, were the snack and drink bar was. The tiles on the floor and the bar counter glowed different colors. There was a lone girl talking to the bartender.

"...so I've been moving around a lot," Ben heard the girl say.

The bartender gave her a glowing smile. They were obviously flirting. Either that, or he wanted a good tip. "So, a navy brat huh? I used to be too."

"Really Dave?" Ben smirked. "I thought you were just a brat in general."

The girl turned in her seat and Dave grinned sheepishly. "Oh, hey. How's senior year?"

"It's good." Ben sat down next to the girl, ready to relax. "How's college looking?"

"It's college dude," Dave rolled his eyes. "It sucks, it's expensive and the girls aren't that hot. But hell, I'm gettin' by. What do you want?"

"A Blue One."

"Comin' up." Dave mixed some creme soda and blue food coloring together, topping it off with whipped creme and a cherry.

"Thanks." He took a sip and looked at the girl. She seemed out of place compared to the other girls. Her glasses were the cheap plastic kind, and her hair just limply fell down her back. The dress was the only thing that really fit her. She was a pretty girl, but she didn't do anything to help herself out. No make-up, no hair curling or straightening, no contacts...

She looked over, noticing his staring. Instead of blushing or freaking out like any other girl would, she just looked back at her drink, skimming her finger along the glass rim.

"Hi," Ben greeted quietly. "I'm Ben."

"I've noticed." The sneer in her voice surprised him a bit. She looked back at him, sighing and shaking her head. "Sorry. That was rude. I know who you are, I'm just..." She shrugged. "To be honest, I'm not a really big fan."

He smiled. "I like honesty. And don't worry, I'm used to people not liking me. This city has the highest insurance rate, and adults are pointing fingers at me because of it."

"Will Haraunge isn't that big of a fan either, I've noticed," she smirked.

"Yeah, you could say that."She laughed and he smiled in relief. Maybe she wasn't a big fan of his, but at least she was friendly. "So you just moved here?"

"Yeah, Dad's in the military so I have to move. He works on planes, ships supplies to different countries, stuff like that."

"Ah. Is he stationed in Alleyway?"

She nodded. "When I heard that we were moving here, I thought they were just joking around. Apparently not. It's a nice town." She grinned. "When there aren't aliens taking over."

"True. Very true."

The conversation resumed and he felt more relaxed than he ever felt that whole day. She would be going to his school, taking business classes since she wanted to be an accountant after college. She had three other sisters that were all in middle school (twins in seventh grade, one in sixth). Her mother was a stay at home mom, but managed a dress business over the internet.

"Oh, jeez, it's getting late," she said, looking at her cell phone. "My parents might be getting worried." She held out her hand. Ben was a bit surprised by her strong grip. "So, I'll see you tommorow then?"

"Yup. Hey, I didn't catch your name."

"Christana. Just call me Chris." She grinned. "Sorry about earlier. About me not liking you and everything. You're a pretty cool person."

"Thanks. Chris," he laughed. She nodded and walked into the crowd. Ben looked after her.

Dave snorted. "Already winning over the girls? Damn, none of us are ever going to get the chance..."

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Chris looked around, smiling to herself. It was so nice to live in the middle of the city, see all the lights, hear the sounds of car engines and the late night conversations on the sidewalks. She walked into the apartment lobby and the lights were dimming down. The office would be closing in a few hours, once midnight came around. She walked into the elevator and hit the button for the fourth floor.

Ben was actually pretty nice. Maybe it was a mask, maybe he was just genuine. She didn't know, but it was kind of cool to be the envy of girls in the club. She smirked, remembering the death glares she received from the other girls.

She walked to the room door, taking out her card. She was sure her parents were still awake, waiting for her. Her dad would be cool about her being late, but mom would never let it go. But really, what did she know?

She opened the door, and walked into darkness. Huh. Guess they went to bed then. All well. She was just going to-

A sharp pain flashed through her chest. She gasped aloud. She touched her chest, trying to see what caused it. A sharp edge protruded through her dress, stained in red. She couldn't scream. Blood build in her throat, choking her. She collapsed, the pain sliding out of her with ease.

"Thank you for your body sweetie," a woman said softly. She couldn't bring herself to scream. She would wake her parents. But God, were they even alive? Oh God. Nicole, Evan and Evie. Are they dead too? "You're a pretty young thing. Bright future ahead of you. But thank you for your sacrifice. That was much needed."

Her heart throbbed painfully. She tried to scream. Her eyes drifted. It was just best to let it end...

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