Page 7 of The Bully Alien

He isn't pale.

His skin is green.

Green!

I freeze, my eyes widening as I take in the sight. He looks like something out of a science-fiction movie. He notices my gaze and groans.

"Get the fuck away from me," he mumble, his words slurring.

"Did you have anything to drink?" I demand as I force his hand away. There's a piece of glass in his side.

"Drink?"

"You know. Alcohol."

He stares at me, and while he's distracted, I yank out the piece of glass. More blue blood gushes out of the wound.

"I didn't realize I got hurt," he mumbles.

He closes his eyes, and I watch in amazement as his wound heals. The skin knits together.

It really is like out of a sci-fi movie.

I swallow hard as his skin changes color again, from green to the tanned hue from before.

I gape at him.

"You need to go," he says firmly as he stands with ease, any hint of distress from earlier gone.

"Not until you explain to me why your skin was green and your blood blue!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he says with a smirk.

"Bullshit! I know what I saw and—"

"Do you know how ridiculous you sound?" he demands. "No one will believe you if you told them."

I narrow my eyes and cross my arms. "No one will believe me, huh? Afraid I'll tell people? Is that it?"

"You don't know anything, Scar Face."

"I know you're an asshole, and you're worried. I know your secret."

"Oh, yeah? What's that?"

"You're an alien," I say triumphantly.

"Because aliens just walk around on Earth, trying to blend in."

"That's what you're doing. You can change the color of your skin. You were hurt, so you accidentally let me see your true skin color."

"You're insane."

"You're here, studying space science. Why? Trying to find a way back home?"

My tone is mocking. Maybe that's wrong considering he had just been hurt a few minutes ago, but I really don't appreciate how much of a bully he is still being to me.

Wyatt sighs and gently brings a fist down onto the car next to hi with a thud.

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