AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Just another one of my Gwevin one-shots that just so happens to be filled with the blinding element that is Kevin's persistence. You probably don't catch my drift now, but you will. Well, sooner or later...

So, here's the topic of one-shot #3: The Nervous Game. Yup, I just HAD to do it. Couldn't resist. Enjoy!

STANDARD DISCLAIMER:

I do not own Gwen, Kevin, or Ben's mysterious ability of wiggling his way into trouble. There, we crystal?

Nobody's POV:

"Hey, Gwen?"

"Mmmmhmm?"

"Remember when you fell in the lake last week?"

"Correction," The red-head snorted haughtily, slamming her newly-opened book closed on the library table and turning to face her boyfriend. "I think what you meant to say was: Hey Gwen, remember when I taught you skating lessons last week and I failed to tell you that you were losing your balance until it was too late, and you fell in the lake?" Gwen flipped her hair back over her shoulder nonchalantly with one hand, a wide smirk spreading across her face. "THAT I'll respond to."

"Fine." Kevin sighed. "I'll admit it WAS my fault..."

"Uhuh." Gwen's emerald eyes lingered across her book.

"If you do something for me." Kevin smiled his famous crooked grin.

"Kevin, what do I possibly have to do for you?" The girl snapped, glaring up at the dark-haired teen. "I owe you nothing. YOU made me fall into a lake!" Gwen hissed.

"It's just ONE little thing." Kevin insisted, throwing puppy-dog eyes at his girlfriend.

"What?" Gwen slammed her fist down hard on the wood table, her voice filled with pained exasperation.

"The nervous game." Kevin smiled shyly, a faint shade of pink rushing to his cheeks.

Feeling the strong desire to scream out in irritation, Gwen's teeth clamped down on her lower lip, and she stared up in a perfect blend of pure shock and anger at Kevin.

"The... the... what?" Gwen stammered, her horrified gaze fixed on the onyx-eyed boy.

"I'm pretty sure you heard me." Kevin chuckled at her distinct signs shock.

"Do you think," Gwen began, taking deep breaths with every word. "That I'd be stupid enough to do that with you, especially in a public place?"

"Probably not." Kevin shrugged, his piercing eyes locked on Gwen. "You're probably just too scared." Kevin taunted, his lips curled up into a sly grin.

"Am not!" The flustered girl gasped, her eyebrows furrowing into a glare.

"Then prove it." Kevin folded his arms, smirking.

"Alright." Gwen straightened up in her chair, grinning at Kevin's expression as she removed her jacket. "You win. Let's play."

Smiling like a drunk, Kevin moved his hands down to Gwen's waist. "I thought you'd never ask." The raven-haired boy was still chuckling as he began. "Are you nervous?" Kevin smirked, sliding his hands painfully slow down Gwen's sides.

"No." Gwen smiled, aware that if she won, she could tease him about her victory whenever she liked.

"Are you nervous now?" The dark-haired teen grinned as Gwen flinched slightly beneath his touch.

"No." Gwen breathed, gather up all of her strength to not get up and make a full-throttle run from the building.

"Are you nervous?" Kevin advanced closer to his goal.

The girl clenched her teeth, but shook her scarlet mane violently. "No."

"How about... now?" Her boyfriend grinned; he was only two moves away...

The red-head's breathing stalled, her green eyes wide with shock. "N...n...no." She stammered.

"And... now?" Kevin smiled brightly, an expression that suddenly faded away as he saw the pack of terrified, on-looking librarians, his eyes drifting to the one that was slowly reaching for the telephone...

"No." Gwen gasped, her eyes never leaving her boyfriend's face. "What's wrong?" She studied his dark eyes.

"I'm glad you're not nervous." Kevin muttered, his gaze flashing back to Gwen's. "But now I am. A couple of nosy librarians are watching, 4 O'clock. " Gwen's breathing halted as her eyes found the horrified staff, and she blushed a brilliant crimson.

Kevin sighed glumly. "And that's my cue. We'll finish this later, Gwen." He smirked, bending down to meet his lips to hers for a moment before darting off, sprinting through the front door before the security guards began to show. Because Gwen and Kevin had terrible luck when it came to security.

"Wait!" the red-head called after her dark-haired ex-con. "Does this mean I win?"

AUTHOR'S NOTE ENDING:

So there you have it, folks. NEVER under-estimate Kevin's knack for subduing people, it's just crazy. 'Kay, that's my signal. Review if ya think I'm amazing, or even if you don't. I mean it's your call; it's not like I'm Charmcaster and I can put you under my spell by forcing you to wear a funky necklace. LOL. 'Cause who knows what I'd do if I could do THAT. Anywho, see ya all later! Bye!