Hey, long time, no update! Sorry about that... well enjoy anyway! I'll try to be better with updating, but only if I get some more reviews people! (Just for the record: What Ben yells in this chapter I got inspired by a picture [not by me] and I do not own any of the characters!)
Chapter 3
Explanations (don't) Help Everything
A lot of people think it would be really cool if they cold have lasers shoot out of their eyes. Laser Vision, I guess. Well, I for one am extremely happy that I do not, because the way I was staring so intensely out of Kevin's car window I would have melted two gigantic holes in the glass.
The deadly silence in the car was making me was to scream. I went to turn on the car radio, but then stopped. What if I hear Shot Through The Heart? Okay, maybe I'm being just a little bit too paranoid. It didn't really matter because Kevin broke the silence by clearing his throat.
"So, should I explain first or do you want to?" he asked me.
"You first. I really want to hear what the hell made you do such a stupid thing this morning," I said fiercely, now changing my glare from the window to the raven-haired boy.
Hey you know what? Now I feel the sudden urge to have laser vision to fry his hair off.
I'm pretty sure that Ben knew that the Gwen-vs-Kevin-storm was coming so he immediately put his iPod on (probably on full blast just in case there was going to be screaming involved).
"Oh, Gwen, that hurts me deeply for you to think one of my best pranks is stupid," he began with mock hurt and that same old smirk on his face. That annoying little smirk that made me want to forgive him right then and there. I tried to make it seem like I was actually listening to him and not just eye-indulging on his handsome features.
"…although it so worth it seeing his face all red and mad, it was pretty weird when this old lady started to chase after me," he continued.
"Uh, what?" I zoned back to the conversation, and registered what he just said, "Yeah, well was it sooo worth it that it got me pulled into the principal's office and interrogated, like I actually knew that this was going to happen!"
"Yeah. And, I bet you liked it," Kevin said.
"Um, excuse me?" I asked, probably five shades pinker.
"I bet you liked me saying your name over the loudspeaker," he repeated.
"Whoa, ego much?" I put on my pissy face.
"Oh, I can just see it now!" he keep on going, "All the girls are swooning over me, the handsome junior boy, and there you are all like, 'Oh yeah, Kevin? I know him! Yeah he's a lot more of a sexy beast in person, I swear!'"
"I-I wouldn't—no, I DIDN'T even say that and I never will!" I said punching the arm he was using to drive, causing the car to swerve a little.
THWACK! I heard that sound followed by an extremely angry groan only a teenage boy can make. A teenage boy whose name is Ben, to be more exact. It sounded like he hit his head really hard against the side of the backseat. Oops. Well at least I foresaw the Ben-explosion coming up.
"GOD DAMMIT! YOU TWO BETTER GET OVER YOUR SEXUAL TENSION RIGHT NOW!" he screamed at both of us (followed by a couple of other words that I'd rather not repeat). I'm just glad that he didn't go all Humungasaur on our butts.
"We do not have sexual tension!" I tried.
"GWEN!" Ben snapped.
"Sorry," I peeped. Sheesh, if it were possible for boys to PMS, Ben would definitely be right now.
After a few minutes of (more) awkward silence and Ben rubbing his head, I finally decided it was my turn to talk.
"Okay, now that Ben's episode is over, I can tell you why I said you were going to get shot," I said, earning myself a nod from Kevin and a menacing glare from Ben. Of course I wasn't really going to tell him that a) I dreamed about him, or b) that I would die just to go get a coffee alone with him, oooor c) that I was seriously scared into actually crying into my pillow.
"Well, there was this uh, holographic… telegram… t-that was sent to me by uh, a bunch of aliens—"
"Were they DNAliens?" Ben cut me short.
"NO!" I screeched, just anything but them, "Ergghm, I mean no. I didn't see what they looked like… but they threatened to shoot Kevin unless, uh, I gave them… alien tech!"
Ben looked at me like I was crazy and Kevin just kept driving, face expressionless.
"What?" I asked. Shoot, did I make it sound too unbelievable?
"Oh, nothing. So, uh, did they say anything else? Like when or where to drop off the alien tech?" the dark-haired boy asked.
"Oh, ummm, on my roof, outside my window, uh tonight. And they also said they didn't care what alien tech it was, so we can give them like Level 1 or 2 tech. Harmless stuff that we don't need, right?"
"Kay, fine. I'll be there at ten. Anything to save me from betting shot in my good lookin' face, right Gwen?" Kevin declared, finally looking at me.
"Oh, I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this for all of mankind. Like, what if they threaten to blow up Earth? Or, or—"
"Okay, okay! You don't have to explain it to me! Just as long as those little alien voices in your head don't tell you something like 'killing somebody would be fun'," He said, causing the brown-haired boy to laugh along with him.
"Iamnotcrazy!" I began to protest, but stopped. I had enough to handle right now, without another argument.
Hmmm, let's see; I have a cousin with possible brain damage thanks to me, Kevin thinking that we have sexual tension now (thank you so much for that Ben), and worst of all Kevin coming to my house at night for aliens that aren't even real!
Greaaaat.
