SPACE ODDITIES

GoOd InTeNTioNS

Ziggy avoided Cain. In the last five days, he had doubled efforts. He seemed to be everywhere at once; at the same time, he had so many spies at hand.

"Cain, you know what you are doing could be considered harassment," Ziggy blurted.

"Okay, I'll leave you alone if you have a drink with me, just a drink," Cain said.

"Just a drink?"

"Yep, just that."

Cain took her to Hubble's; she sat waiting for her strawberry smoothie, which came with a strawberry cream cake offered by the house. Ziggy had tied her hair, and as he passed to sit down, he noticed what she hid under her shirt collar, which was not adjusted, the word in Italic bold letters Ziggy had on her neck.

"You say you are not his territory, but you got yourself branded like a goat. How could you do this to the body God gave you? How could you inflict this on yourself?" Cain said in an accusative manner.

"You don't know anything about the body God gave me; this at least I wanted, not the rest," Ziggy said, touching the back of her neck. "What am I no longer eligible to be in your harem?"

"It's nothing; it can be taken off," Cain answered.

"You really have answers for everything. Cain, may I ask you why me of all women?"

"Only God knows Ziggy, only God," Cain said, sipping on his ice coffee and pointing to the ceiling.

When Bowie got home, he was grounded. When he explained the reason for his departure to his parents, his mother broke down. Hailey was hurt to see how far he went for a woman who abandoned him. Leaving her to worry, she couldn't face him another, and there was no consoling her.

"Dad"

"Bowie not today," his father said, "not today, son."

He went to his room and texted Ziggy:

I'M BACK, SORRY FOR NOT TEXTING OR CALLING YOU.

I'M GROUNDED, BUT I WANT TO SEE YOU.

IT'S OKAY; YOU MUST BE TIRED GET SOME SLEEP, she texted back.

She's vexed, Bowie thought when he saw there were no kiss emoji, or I missed you too in the message. I'll make it up to her, he thought.

Returning to class felt funny; it was like nothing had changed. There was a slight change. Kayla and Kai mutated to KA-KA.

"Honestly, guys, when I hear your shipping name, I think Brazilian Footballer," Bowie said.

"I think of shit in French," Nana said. Not caring about their relationship she, threw the occasional bitchy sentence, which spoilt the mood.

"In French, it's written with a C Nana; it's CaCa," said Kai, whose mood was brutal to throw shade.

Nana rolled her eyes. "It sounds the same."

"She's got the point," Bowie added.

Things were back to normal or almost as he was about to discover as he went to find Ziggy, skipping his club activity.

She sat with Cain while waiting for him, which didn't please Bowie.

"Ziggy."

"See you tomorrow," Cain said to Ziggy, winking at her before throwing a smirk at Bowie as he left.

"What were you doing?" Bowie asked.

"He was just keeping me company."

"Why did he need to keep you company?" Bowie asked in an icy manner.