Disclaimer: I do not own Wizards Vs Aliens. I only own the plot idea and my OCs Ellie, Rachel, and Dr. Reynolds. Anything you may recognize belongs to CBBC, Russell T. Davies, and Phil Ford.

Benny's POV

I ended up not coming into school the next day until late. My mum had forgotten to mention a dentist appointment to me until this morning and I didn't get a chance to tell Ellie. I hope she wouldn't be annoyed with me. I knew she always liked to get together before class and she said it was always best to get Tom Clarke during English, though I didn't see the difference between getting him in first period compared to the fifth. Hopefully, it won't be a big deal.

I got there just before the start of lunch. I found Ellie in the canteen and sat next to her. "Well, nice of you to finally show up." She remarked. "Where were you today?"

"I had an appointment this morning, I forgot to text you."

"I waited for you," Ellie was clearly annoyed.

"Not my fault," I realized quickly that she could take that the wrong. "I mean, my mum didn't remind me until this morning." She mentioned it last week, but between then and now, there had been bigger things I was thinking about.

"It doesn't take long to send a text."

"Sorry!"

"Just don't let it happen again."

"Did you miss me that much?" I had thought mum was a bit overbearing with wanting to know where I was at all times.

"I will admit, it's more fun to study with you." I smiled slightly at that. "But more importantly, we always talk about what the plans for the day are with you know who."

"I'm aware." Ever since the football thing, Ellie liked to talk about what we could do next. She had come up with the idea to try and get him to mess up so he wouldn't be able to play football. It seemed she always had these ideas; it was almost scary. "So where is he today?" I looked around the canteen and I didn't see him anywhere. "Did he even show up today?"

"He did."

"Then where is he?" I looked around again to see if I had missed him. I wondered if Tom decided to stop eating in the canteen after what happened yesterday.

"Do you know who Dr. Reynolds is?"

I shook my head. I hadn't been at the school long and I didn't know many people, much less the teachers that I didn't have for any of my classes. "Who is she?"

"The special ED teacher."

"Alright," I didn't get where she was going with it. "So what?"

"Well, during first period after the short lecture, she came in and took that girl he was sitting with, out of class. And Tom as well."

"Okay…"

"God Benny, did they drill your teeth or your brain?" Ellie remarked.

"Well first of all, of course, the only person that could stand to be around Tom Clarke now would be retarded," Ellie laughed. "I knew there was something wrong with them."

"Yeah."

"We should go see if they are still there," Ellie suggested.

"Maybe we should let them be."

"WHAT?!" Ellie exclaimed, loud enough that three surrounding tables stared at us for a few moments.

"I just don't feel up for it today." That was only partly the truth. The fact that Tom was taken out of class by the special Ed teacher made my stomach turn. "I mean, that would be cruel, wouldn't it? Messing with the special ED students?"

"So what?"

I got up and then walked into the hallway, Ellie followed quickly behind me.

"Benny where are you going!?"

"I thought this was a game—that we were getting even—" I wasn't even sure if I was making sense. "I thought Tom Clarke was a bully—was someone who didn't care." Because that was what she told me. "But he wasn't messing around, was he? He really couldn't read?" That must be why the special teacher was helping him.

"Maybe not." Ellie couldn't help herself and laughed.

"I was cruel to him."

"He deserved it."

"Nobody deserves that."

"You seemed to have fun with it," Ellie commented. "Telling him off, getting him kicked off the football team, getting him in trouble."

"I was wrong." I shouldn't have been stupid. I thought that Tom was like all the bullies that made my life horrible at my old school. But he wasn't and I made him feel exactly how I had felt. I didn't know him. Just like the bullies didn't know me.

"So what? He'll get over it eventually."

I shook my head. I knew it was hard to get over something like that. I had been horrible day after day. "You don't just get over something like that."

"Oh boo hoo!" Ellie mocked. "Were people mean to you at your old school?" They were more than cruel. More than I wanted to discuss.

"Like it matters to you."

"It doesn't," Ellie admitted. "What matters to me is what you're going to do to Tom Clarke next."

"What did he ever do to you?" This seemed personal. She definitely seemed to hate him, but I was sure now it wasn't because he was a stupid football player who messed around.

Ellie rolled her eyes and refused to answer. "That doesn't matter," I wasn't sure why I thought she would tell me the truth. "Now let's go have fun."

"Are you thick? I'm not doing this anymore." If anything, I would have to apologize.

"Yes, you are."

"How are you going to make me?"

"Do you want to go back to how it was before?" If she meant by having no friends, I didn't really care. It seemed I didn't have any real ones now. And this time, I deserved it.

"I won't do it." I turned back to walk away.

"You'll do it or else everyone will know that you're a fag."

I stopped when she said that and turned to her. "What?"

"Should I tell the entire school the story about that boy you thought liked you? What was his name? Elijah?" I blanched as Ellie took out a small book from her bag. I recognized it instantly. How did she get that?

"How did you get that?" I attempted to take it back from her but she stepped back before I could. "Give it back!"

"Sure thing." She tossed it to me.

"You stole this from my locker." I hadn't even realized it was missing. "When did you take this?"

"The first day we met," She answered. "I wanted to get to know you."

"There is a thing called twenty questions."

"I wanted to know the real Benny Sherwood." Ellie got up in my face. "More than just the geeky new kid. He's a fag."

I looked away. "No one will believe you."

"I made copies of your journal and you took the liberty of signing the top of each page with your name, so I think it'll be believable."

"You can't!" I protested. I didn't want anyone to know.

"I will," Ellie nodded. "Unless you do everything I say."

"But—"

"You will do everything I say—you will make Tom Clarke's life here a living hell until I say it is enough. Or else, everyone will know how disgusting you really are."

I had no choice. I just couldn't let those pages get out there. I couldn't let anyone else know.

"I thought you were my friend."

Ellie laughed. "And I thought you were smart."

It seemed the real idiot was me, for believing that someone actually liked me.

Tom's POV

I sat across from Rachel in English Class that morning. I wasn't dreading coming to school as I had been the last few weeks and that had been before I knew Benny wasn't going to be there that morning; that was a bonus. The lesson had been quick as we discussed last night's reading and it went better because I was able to understand it. I didn't end up staying in class very long because a teacher took both Rachel and me out and into another classroom.

"It's nice to meet you, Tom," The teacher said once we were in the classroom and we had sat down. "I'm Dr. Reynolds."

"Rachel told me about you."

"And she mentioned you to me this morning."

"Is that why I'm here?"

"I also talked to your father this morning and I would like to just do a few tests with you."

"Is this to see if I have dyslexia?"

"This is to see how I can help you."

Some of the questions were easy to answer, but not all. Some of them were hard and though I managed to answer a bunch of them, I knew a bunch of my answers were probably wrong. I chewed on my lip as I waited for her to finish looking over everything.

"Well?" I asked, feeling anxious.

"I do believe your dad and Rachel are correct." Dr. Reynolds said.

"So I'm not stupid?"

Dr. Reynolds shook her head. "Not at all, and I'd say you've done as well as you can without proper help." I guess that was kind of a good thing.

"Rachel was helping me yesterday."

"She does that," Dr. Reynolds. "She has very hard and tries to help a lot of my other students if she can." She sat back down next to me. "Now I have your Math and English assignments for the day, let's see if I can help you."

We worked for a while and a lot of what she was saying made sense. Like Rachel, she had some ideas to help make it easier for me. I finished my work by the time lunchtime came around. I looked to Rachel, who had opened her lunch box at one of the clear tables in the classroom.

"Are we allowed to eat in here?" I asked her.

"Dr. Reynolds lets me sometimes," Rachel said. "But we can go to the canteen, if you want."

I didn't want to. "Gran packed a lunch for me today." I sat next to her after taking it out of my backpack and setting it out in front of me.

"So how are you getting on now? With it being official?" Rachel asked as she took a bite of an apple.

"I got my homework done," It usually took me hours at home to get through one or two worksheets and that was on a good day. "And Dr. Reynolds is nice."

"She is," Rachel nodded. "I think she's the best teacher I have ever had."

"They don't look at me like the others do when I don't understand something."

"She's the best."

"Teacher's pet." I teased.

Rachel laughed and threw a biscuit at me. It fell onto the table after hitting my cheek. I picked it up and ate it. I then took some peanut butter off the end of my sandwich and then put it on her nose. Rachel gasped in response.

"I'm very allergic to peanuts."

I blanched and then started to panic. Oh my god! But then when Rachel smiled, I realized that had to be a lie. "That's not funny! I thought I had killed you."

"I was still breathing." Rachel said before attempting to get the peanut butter off her nose with her tongue. I grabbed a napkin so she could get it.

"Not funny."

"It kind of was."

"For you!"

"You're laughing." Rachel pointed out with a sly look. "Okay, let me make it up to you. I have a Snickers bar in my locker. Want to share it?"

"Share?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow. "For that, I should get the lot."

"Two thirds?" Rachel compromised.

"Alright, I'll take it."

Rachel got up and I followed her into the hallway. We stopped when we saw both Ellie and Benny. I guess he did make in today. I slipped my hands into my pockets and looked down when they had noticed us.

"I need to get into my locker," Rachel said. "So can you move?"

"You could try asking nicely," Ellie remarked.

"And you could try being nice, but I have a feeling that's not going to happen. So I will settle for you stepping aside." Ellie didn't utter another word and stepped aside. Rachel went to her locker and tried to put her combination in as quickly as she could.

I noticed Ellie patting Benny on the shoulder and then he took a step towards me. "I'm surprised to see you back here after yesterday."

"Yeah."

"Why do people like you always get off?"

"And why don't people like you have more important things to do than butt their heads in other people's business." Rachel chimed in as she slammed her locker shut.

"Oh, letting a girl fight your battles for you?" Benny was still looking at me. "Though surprisingly, that's smart."

"Tom, let's go," Rachel urged.

"Oh, gonna run away?" Benny teased. "Are you scared?"

"He's just smart enough to know decent people from arseholes. And he isn't going to waste his time listening to you." Rachel took me by the arm. "You two can go on about how much smarter you are, but if you really were, you'd know when to stop."

"Coming from the retard with a faggot for a parent." Ellie chimed in and I noticed the rage on Rachel's face. "It's no wonder you are friends with the village idiot." The grip on my arm had loosened so I got out of her grasp and took Rachel by the arm as the warning bell rang.

"Let's go." I pulled her away before she could do something stupid like I had done. We went back into the classroom we had been eating lunch in.

"Are you alright?" I asked once we got back.

"Yeah," Rachel wiped her eyes. "But I should be asking you. Benny was going after you."

"And Ellie, you." Rachel sat down on the floor in the corner and I went over sat next to her.

"Thanks for getting me out of there." I noticed a few tears, though she tried to wipe them away. "I'm not upset, I'm angry."

"About what she said?" I didn't really understand it.

"She said that about my dad," Rachel then began to explain what that word meant and why it made her so angry. "My parents are divorced, everyone in town knows. My parents actually get along, despite everything. My dad is dating and I am happy for him. But when people are cruel—" Rachel shook her head. "I can take whatever people want to say about me, but not my family."

"Your dad sounds like a nice guy." I haven't met him but Rachel mentioned him a few times. He sounded nice. Kind of like mine.

Rachel nodded. "He is," She said. "I'd love for you to meet him." And then I noticed an idea flash across her face. "Do you think your dad would let you come over for a few hours tonight?"

"It's a school night." I knew it might be a bit hard to swing.

"Please, I want you to meet my dad and my brother and we could have some fun—"

"I'll ask."

"My dad picks me up so I could get him to talk to him." Rachel offered. That probably could help if my dad met him.

"It's a plan."

A/N: Ellie has been pulling the strings since the beginning and the game won't end. Despite Benny not wanting to do this anymore, Ellie is forcing his hand. The real question is why does she hate Tom so much? And how long can she make Benny do this? Also, we are learning more about Rachel. Dr. Reynolds is portrayed by Michelle Fairley. Up next, we meet Rachel's family and both kids may learn some secrets.

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