UNLV, Tonopah Hall, Room 313 - evening

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Isabel wasn't counting the days til Spring Break, no, she had it measured down to the hour. She'd survived mid-terms, but there was still the regular work that needed to be done for classes. It seemed like that never ended.

Pushing her books aside, she reached for her phone. She could call Bel back and see if he'd come down off the NyQuil high. But instead she hit the speed dial and waited to see if Wyatt would pick up. It's not that she really believed he was going to go evil. But she was still worried about him.

Besides, she had to ask him a question.

[For the boyfriend, or anyone else that feels like calling.]

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"Escort service, we specialize in fulfilling the needs of hot alien blondes," Wyatt answered the phone.

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"Your client list better have only one name on it," Isabel laughed. "A very good client."

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"I'm absolutely exclusive," Wyatt said. "Oh, and don't be alarmed if the next time you're visiting me here at school that one of the guys calls you an alien. They decided you have to be from another planet to be going out with me."

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"They're just jealous," she told him. "And have no appreciation of your finer points."

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"Probably because I save them all for you," Wyatt grinned.

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"Yes. And I'd be worried if you were sharing with them. Since some of those finer points involve lots of naked body contact." The memory of which sent Isabel to her happy mental place.

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Wyatt snickered. "I think I can safely say big hairy jocks are not my type," he said. He, too, was heading to a mental happy place imagining naked body contact with Isabel.

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"No, they're not. Even when you're not exactly yourself if we go by that weekend last year," she pointed out. "Since Peter and Troy don't really count as the big hairy jock type."

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Wyatt choked on the drink he'd oh-so-conveniently taken a sip of as Isabel spoke. He sputtered and tried to recover. "I rest my case," he said.

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"One final bit of evidence," Isabel snickered. "Ronan."

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"You're evil," Wyatt accused.

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"You're only just figuring this out?"

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"You beguiled me with your wicked ways!" Wyatt protested.

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Amused, Isabel grinned. "It's just one of my secret alien powers. Centered in my cleavage."

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"I am yours to command," Wyatt said in a robotic voice.

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"In that case, April 13th, you, me, and a deserted beach somewhere in Bora Bora maybe?" Who needed Mexico and the crowds?

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"That sounds like it could be fun," Wyatt said. "Spring break, starry skies, and coconut drinks with little umbrellas?"