“Who knows,” the blonde shrugged. “I’ve gotta go to my locker,” she muttered before mournfully walking off with her head down.

“I’ve gotta go do some investigating,” Madison smirked as she stealthily followed behind the Martian. Once inside she spotted the brunette walking into Dean Howards’ office. “What is going on,” she muttered walking towards the door.

Dean Howards’ Office

“I said something mean to Spencer Zy,” Ashley confessed taking a seat in front of the intimidating desk.

“What did you say,” the imposter dean questioned.

“I told her I can not stand to be near her.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Because I am hurt and I want her to hurt too,” the Martian shook her head. “I saw it on this human television show. I thought it would work but it does not. It just hurts even more.”

Zy sighed in disappointment. “Ashley how many times do I have to tell you, the Martians from planet Jupiter made television for Earthlings only with the soul purpose to-”

“Slowly rot away human beings’ brains I know,” Ashley finished.

Outside Dean Howards’ Office

Madison gasped quietly from the other side of the door. Dean Howards’ was a Martian? Jupiter held even more Martians? Television was made to- okay, well, we kinda already knew that one.

Dean Howards’ Office

“So, have you just been avoiding Spencer,” Zy continued.

“Pretty much,” the younger Martian whispered. “I do not want to but … it just hurts too much to be around her right now. Besides she said something really mean to me the other day.”

“Like what?”

“Well, she said she wanted to talk to me. I allowed her to. She called me dumb, told me she hated my guts, and said she never wanted to see me again.”

“Where the Zygot did that come from,” Zy gasped disgusted.

“I do not know but if she does not want to see me anymore that is fine. I told her I would be leaving Friday and … if that is what she really wants then … I am leaving for good.”
Outside Dean Howards’ Office

“Holy shit,” Madison muttered. She heard Ashley bidding a goodbye and quickly took off towards Spencer’s locker.

Dean Howards’ Office

“Oh wait Ashley I have something for you,” Zy said reaching into her desk. “Some strange man dropped this off for you.” She supplied handing the younger Martian a DVD.

“I wonder if this is the DVD that Paula said I was supposed to receive,” Ashley muttered slipping the disk into her backpack.

“I have a player,” Zy said motioning to the TV in the corner of the room. “We can watch it now if you would like.”

“Okay,” the younger Martian shrugged.

Spencer’s Locker

Madison came running up to her best friend. “Spencer you will not believe what I just heard!”

“What is it Madison,” the blonde replied in a bored tone closing her locker.

“Dean Howards is a Martian,” she whispered. “Her real name is Zy. I overheard, well, I was eavesdropping on Ashley and Zy having a conversation about you.”

Spencer frowned, “What?”

“Yeah I know. Anyways, Ashley was saying she wants to talk to you but she doesn’t want to be near you at the same time. She thinks you never want to see her anymore because of what you had said when Daddy Davies took over your voice.”

“I know, she told me she’s leaving Friday,” Spencer whispered.

“Oh no, she will not be leaving,” the Latina corrected. “Not if you can help it. You’re the one for her Spencer and, as long as it took you to finally figure it out, she’s the one for you. You just have to tell her this.”

Madison spotted Ashley walking out of the deans’. “And now might be one of those chances.”

Spencer nodded, took a deep breath, and walked over to Ashley. The Martian looked pale and distraught. The blonde immediately became concerned.

“Ashley, are you okay,” Spencer asked quietly.

“Here,” the Martian growled shoving a DVD hard into Spencer’s chest. “You and Carmen can keep it as a visual love diary.” She muttered before sprinting away.

“Ashley,” Spencer yelled after her in question. She looked down at the unmarked DVD. “What the hell is this?”

“What the hell was that,” Madison yelled walking up to her best friend. “I didn’t see any groveling.”

“I didn’t have a chance to get any words in,” the blonde whispered. “She gave me this and then took off.”

“Well, what is it,” the Latina asked.