Contracts

"Why didn't you tell me you had a boyfriend?! Why were you even flirting with me? I thought you liked me or something. I feel like an idiot, asking you out every day!" Mike yelled waving his arms around in shock.

"Mike. Listen." Aledelise said calmly. She sighed impatiently.

Mike continued with his rant nonetheless. "I mean, I seriously thought we could be together. I'm so embarrassed. When the guys hear that I've been hitting on a girl with a boyfriend they'll go ballistic! They'll SHUN ME!"

"Mike. You don't understand. He's not my boyfriend."

"What then? Is he your fu-"

"Don't. Even.Think. About it."

"Well I don't know what else he could be to you if he wasn't either. Like, is he your pimp or something? Or are you in an arranged marriage with-"

Adelise was sick of his questioning. "SHUT UP AND LISTEN, YOU DOLT."

Scared at her sudden outburst, Mike mumbling, "Fine then. Explain."

"We made a contract." And with those four words, Adelise poured her entire story to Mike about her and Orick. It felt like a heavy weight was lifted off her shoulders. Finally, somebody knew.