The blonde blinked. “Um….”

Girl’s Bathroom

“You need to end this,” Madison yelled.

“I can’t,” Spence hissed. “I’ve got Carmen within my hands grasp. She’s about to crack any minute now. I can feel it!”

“Are you fucking kidding me Spencer,” the Latina fired back. “I’m sorry to say this but I don’t think Carmen cares about who you’re going out with. In fact she looks like she’s pretty content with dating whatever slut happens to them self at her.”

“That is not true,” the blonde argued weakly.

“It is true,” her friend countered. “It’s obvious Carmen doesn’t like a challenge. She just likes easy chicks. If she has to work to get to you she won’t even bother going after you at all.”

“So I’ll try to make myself look easy.”

“And what are you gonna do with Ashley?”

Spencer bit her lip and looked down. “I don’t know.”

“Why can’t you just be with Ashley and forget about Carmen,” Madison asked sighing in frustration.

“Oh get real Mads,” Spencer scoffed. “She’s an alien for crying out loud! I can’t date an Alien! That’s just … strange.”

“Ashley doesn’t think it’s strange,” Madison shrugged.

“Of course she doesn’t think it’s strange.”

“I don’t think it’s strange.”

“Well that’s just you.”

“The school doesn’t think it’s strange.”

“The school doesn’t know.”

“Oprah doesn’t think it’s strange.”

“Yeah well … wait,” Spencer frowned. “What?”

The school bell rang.

“We better get to class,” Madison sighed as she did a quick check on her hair. “You need to fix this Spencer. It’s not only you tied into all this bullshit it’s me too.”

“I’ll figure something out,” Spencer whispered to herself as she made their way out of the bathroom.

Almost immediately Ashley was by the blonde’s side grasping her hand.

“Spencer,” Ashley said happily. “You will not believe what I discovered today!”

“What’s that Ashley?”

“There is this weird tiny machine I saw a student using,” the Martian explained. “It does not talk but it has a tiny hole. When the boy stuck a pencil in it the writing utensil came out sharpened! Can you believe that?”

Spencer couldn’t help the amused smile that tugged at her lips. “That’s called a pencil sharpener Ashley.”

“Oh,” Ashley nodded. “That is strange. On my planet the pencils never need to be sharpened. The pencils just remain sharp.”