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"You're acting like I am a nun. But I like my boyfriend. His soul calls to me."
"What lie are you going to tell me next about your mafia husband?"
"Husband?!"
I made a hmph sound as I slammed a notebook down. More lies. More half-truths. What happened to our friendship? "Did you even have a wedding? Would you even have invited me if you did?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You're leaving me. Like everyone else."
"I'm not your parents. And I sent Roger over to protect you. I was kind of hoping you two could hit it off. Things in the?—"
"Yeah, and he's already gone."
"Gone? Why would he leave?"
"No one wants me." Not Andy. Not Ricon. Did Roger the alien leave because of me too? I knew that wasn't true, but the dark part of me kept whispering it was true.
"That's not true. I had good feelings about Roger. Like he would find something on?—"
Was she about to say Earth? The only thing I could think he found was porn since he showed me the NaughtyFans clip. "He found porn. That's what he found. He showed me a NaughtyFans account."
"He found porn? But I know he?—"
"No. I think I know him better than you."
She laughed. "Doubtful."
I rolled my eyes. I didn't know what he really looked like, but he told me things. They sounded just as weird asherthing. All alien stuff. "Okay. I am telling you. He's just as weird as you, but in a different way."
"I mean he's different, but?—"
"Can we stop talking until you're ready to have a genuine conversation with me? I'm sick of the lies. I'm sick of all of this." Maybe things weren’t as simple as in the books. All those girls had men begging to be theirs. I had no one. Tears swelled in my eyes and I furiously wiped my eyes.
"I don't understand where this is coming from."
"We've been circling this damn drain for weeks. I'm done. And . . . and . . . I'm not even sure how long I will be in this world?—"
"Chloe! Do you need to call a helpline?"
"No! If I had full knowledge and control of what was going on, I wouldn't be in this position."
"Wait! Look, I have a friend here that can help?—"
"Hello?" a male voice answered the line after a few seconds of shuffling noises. One thing that set him apart from every alien I have met—he had no weird accent or affect to his speech. He sounded like an actual human. Was thisAndy's new friend? A slice of anger coursed through me.
"Hi. I heard Andy made a new friend."
"She said that you were feeling unwell." This guy sounded like he was pretending to be a therapist. That anger intensified.
"Between you and me, what are you fucking?"
"What?"
"I'm just saying. You're human, right? What are you fucking?" Were these words harsh? A bit. Absolutely.
"I'm—why would you ask that?"
