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She would always stare at me with
her hands on her tiny hips, narrowing her green eyes as she
lectured me about the dangers of putting myself out there on the
internet. Little did she know there was a lot more lurking on the
internet than just predators, or that I would spend my summer
spying on them.
    I sat back down and looked at Ace, trying not
to blink as I waited for an answer.
    “Well, yeah it’s kind of why I picked you for
this position." He put his finger back up to the glass and exited
out of my blog.
    That was the first time I had heard that I
was actually picked for a position. I was usually picked last for
everything from basketball in gym class to lab partners in
chemistry.
    “You are blogging or on different websites
more than just about anyone else on the planet, so I figured this
position would be perfect for you." He gave me a sideways glance
before pressing some different buttons on the keyboard below
him.
    “Oh." I leaned back in my chair, pushing up
my glasses.
    I was stupid to think there might be other
reasons. Like maybe Ace had felt something for me after reading my
blog, and that was why he saved me.
    Traitor .
    The troll lady’s voice rang in my ears. I
looked around. I didn't see her, but I could hear her loud and
clear. My whole body tensed up as I let my eyes trail around the
room. She wasn't anywhere near me, but just thinking about her
hands on my neck sent a nervous tingling through my whole body.
    I stared at Ace, but his eyes didn't leave
the computer screen. I shrugged it off, realizing that it was just
my imagination playing tricks on me. How was I going to survive in
an alien operations center when I didn't even know what hand
signals were safe to use?
     
****
     
    Lunch in the cafeteria scared me more than
the aliens who surrounded me. I had spent all morning laughing with
Ace as we looked through different aliens' blogs, and even some of
their dating websites. I never knew that there were so many aliens
on Earth, or that so many of them were looking for single white
females. Even though I had fun looking at all things alien, I
wasn't sure how the whole cafeteria thing would work.
    When Jen told me that the universe was
basically like high school, it made me worry even more. I knew at
my school I had trouble figuring out who to sit with on the first
day. The popular girls did not appreciate the new girl with glasses
and her father's Italian nose sitting with them, and it took me
almost a month before I found my table. Luckily my fears were wiped
away when I saw Jen standing outside the security office door.
    “Hey, wasn’t expecting to see you here,” I
said, rubbing the back of my neck.
    My eyes darted around to see where Ace was.
When I didn't see him anywhere I figured that we would be work-time
friends and that was it. It almost pained me to think about that.
He saved my life and spent all morning rambling on about alien
life, but when it came to lunch time he couldn’t get away fast
enough. I thought maybe things were different with him, that I
could at least have one guy who wanted to hang out with me.
Especially a guy who could send my pulse rising in ways that were
alarming, but also could send a chill through my body, which longed
to be close to his in ways that my heart wasn't relaying to my
mind.
    “Well, I wasn’t going to let you get lost on
your way to the cafeteria on your first day.” She looped her arm
through mine as we started down the long hallway.
    It looked like any other cafeteria you’d see
in a big high school with the fluorescent lights and lunch ladies
standing behind rows of different colored concoctions in silver
buckets. But the difference between the base and high school was
that most of the lunch ladies here had at least three extra arms
and instead of students, the room was filled with aliens.
    I grabbed a tray and followed Jen into the
line. “Hopefully the food is better than the last base my dad was
stationed at." I wasn’t really good