Alien Breeder’s Claim
Tammy Walsh
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1. Isabella
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Ava
“The next guy that walks through that door is yours,” Isabella said. “Trust me.”
Trust her?
The last time I did that, I ended up with a boyfriend who never called unless it was for a late-night booty call.
He dumped me via text message last night.
Jason.
The guy I was pining over right now on this drowsy Saturday morning in a crammed coffee shop.
No, I didn’t think I would be trusting her again any time soon.
“I don’t think so,” I said.
“Jason’s a loser. You need to move on, forget about him, and find someone else.”
“I know Jason wasn’t much good—” I said.
“There’s an understatement,” Isabella snorted.
“—but he was still my boyfriend.”
“‘Boyfriend’ implies some kind of longevity. He was your fuck body.”
I screwed up my face at the terminology, but it was true, wasn’t it?
I’d hoped the relationship would develop beyond booty calls but it never did.
That was the good thing about Isabella.
She always said what was on her mind and never let a simple thing like the feelings of others get in her way.
“I thought he might be different,” I said pitifully.
Isabella leaned over the tiny circular table between us and placed a hand on mine.
“They are never different, honey. You need to remember you get what you fish for. I hate to say it, but you’ve got the worst taste in men.”
I pulled my hand back.
Okay, so sometimes Isabella’s strength could also be her weakness.
Sometimes a friend needed to be understanding.
“You hardly have better taste!” I said. “They fuck you and leave!”
Isabella shrugged her shoulders and took a sip of her coffee.
“But I want that. That’s the difference between us. You want a knight in shining armor to swoop down and slay the dragons of your problems, and then whisk you off to his castle so you can live the rest of your life in happiness. Life doesn’t work that way.”
I felt my lips quiver and the tears wobbled in my eyes, making Isabella swim as if I was experiencing a flashback in an old movie.
I flopped onto the table and leaned my head on my arms.
“Why can’t I just find a semi-decent guy? Do I have ‘victim’ written across my back or something?”
Isabella peered over my head at my back.
“Maybe you do, but I can’t see it. Then again, maybe it’s not words. You might be giving off pheromones that attract every bum, loser, and player within sniffing distance.”
“So what do I do about it?” I snapped. “How do I change my pheromones?”
“Buy some new perfume.”
I chuckled despite myself.
It was a snorting, ugly thing.
I sat up and wiped the sleeve of my baggy hoodie across my nose.
Isabella smiled at me and placed her hand on mine.
“Don’t worry about it. You’re young, beautiful, and there are plenty more guys to make a mistake with out there before you find the right one.”
She stroked my hand with her thumb.
A thought occurred to her and she reached into her pocket.
She took out her wallet and hesitated a moment before taking a flower out of a small side pocket and pinned it to the front of my hoodie.
It was a simple origami rose.
“What’s this?” I said.
“A gift someone gave me once. A little boy called Michael.”
“Michael?”
“He was the first boy I ever loved. He loved me too. It was the purest love I’ve ever had. A shame we were only seven at the time. He ended up moving away and I never saw him again. I swore I would never stop looking for pure love like that. I might sometimes come off the tracks but this little rose reminded me of what’s out there so long as you keep looking for it.”
I’d never heard of Michael or this story before.
I moved to take the paper rose off.
“I can’t take this.”
Isabella placed her hand on mine.
“Keep it. You need it more than I do. I still have the memory of Michael to cling to. You don’t have anything.”
Rain patted the coffee shop’s glass walls, forming streaks across its surface.
If my internal emotions could affect the weather, this was how it would look.
It was dark and dingy, a cloudy sky masked with grey.
Exactly the kind of day I wished it wasn’t.
But would I feel any better if it was bright and chirpy?
No.
That would have been even worse.
It would have left me lamenting why the universe was torturing me.
“You want my advice?” Isabella said.
I don’t know why she asked.
She was going to give it to me no matter what I said.
“Grab the next guy that walks through that door, make sure he’s single, then have a crazy one-night stand with him. Go wild and lose your inhibitions. Get Jason out of your head and another guy’s cock inside you. That’s what you need. A good rebound. The more gorgeous he is, the better.”
I shook my head.
“I can’t do that.”
“Sure you can. You just won’t.”
The idea of screwing around was never a very attractive proposition to me.
I needed stability, knowledge I was important to him, that he wouldn’t just toss me aside.
But hadn’t that happened anyway?
Every guy I dated treated me the same way.
So what difference did a one-night stand make?
Isabella must have noticed the quirk in my eye.
She beamed at me, mildly surprised.
“You’re game?”
“What? No. Of course not!”
“You’re game. I can sense it. Hopefully, the next guy that walks through that door is as hot as hell.”
She peered over my shoulder at the glass door and the
