Tess unlocked the door to her house, walked in, and went to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator door and looked inside. Then, realizing she wasn't hungry, she closed the refrigerator door.

No, she wasn't hungry. She was restless. She wanted someone to talk to about everything that had happened today. Nasedo wasn't there, of course, but then again, Nasedo had never been there for her to talk to. Not that she'd ever really had anything to talk about. Before moving to Roswell and meeting the other three aliens, nothing had really mattered to her besides the search. She had known that once she got to them, nothing about her past would matter, and the only thing she'd need to worry about was destiny and defeating the evil aliens. But now that she'd come and found out that -- suprise -- they probably WEREN'T going to save their race, every little thing was important. She was going to have an extra life now, in order to make up for the meaningless life she'd always had. She was going to go out every night, party until her feet ached, get drunk, and use boys like toilet paper.

Unfortunately, she didn't think she'd be able to handle the whole popularity thing by herself. Maria was right, the last thing Tess wanted was more rejection. And tomorrow, she'd start making friends. But so much had happened today, and she had to talk to someone, or else she'd explode.

Not Max. Tess laughed at herself for even thinking that. It was true, before she'd met him, she'd thought that they would instantly click and she'd be able to pour out all her secrets to him, but he hated her. If she called him, he'd probably hang up on the spot.

Not Maria. Their conversation today by the lockers had been proof of it. The end of the conversation had shown minor promise, but Maria would probably be almost as unhappy to hear from her as Max would.

Liz and Alex were laughs. Especially Liz. Alex had never spoken to her since the day they'd met, which made it clear that he didn't want to get involved with her. And Liz -- even if Liz didn't hate her, she damn near hated Liz. Not just for Max, but her whole personality. It just clashed with Tess's.

Isabel? There was a time where she might have thought so, but she and Isabel weren't friends anymore. Isabel hadn't spoken to her all day. And Tess didn't want to appear too needy.

Michael... well, he didn't hate her. And he'd gone out of his way to give her a lift this morning. Plus he'd invited her to their table. So maybe that meant that he wanted to be friends. But guys... guys didn't want to hear you talk. She'd never really had guy friends, but she'd had plenty of girlfriends, and she'd heard talk. Guys never wanted to be just friends... but she was sure Michael didn't look at her like that -- and she didn't want to, did she? He belonged with Isabel.

Of course, not all guys wanted to be more than friends. But that didn't mean they wanted to talk all the time. Even if they weren't making out with you, they wanted some kind of action, so you always had to DO something when you were around a guy...watch a movie, eat, dance, play sports, etc.

She wished that there were other options, but there weren't. Not yet, anyway. After her plan to be queen of the school got started, there would be. But she had to be patient.

Screw patience. She picked up the phone, and dialed a certain number.