Why Is There An Alien Princess In My Room? (ONC 2023 - Alien Romance - Complete)

20: Tristan Is Not The Teacher's Pet

"Bobby! Come here!" Spotting an orange tail in the bushes, Tristan once again called out the name of his cat. Although he wasn't convinced Bobby actually knew it was her name. She certainly didn't seem to listen to it.

His voice was hoarse from yelling for his pet across the campus. Amidst the chaos in his brain caused by the imminent interstellar attack on the university, that only he and his alien girlfriend knew about, finding Bobby and bringing her home safely was a clear mission to focus on right now.

First, he'll save the cat, then he'll save everyone else; Brody, who probably had met up with a cute cheerleader after practice and decided to spend the night at her place; Robin and Tyler, who probably were still busy making out in the movie theater; Tristan's quiz bowl team; the members of the chess club; all his other classmates and university staff he'd come to care for during his two years at Vale Tech.

"Bobby!" He tried again, squatting down in an attempt to spot the feline among branches and leaves.

Suddenly, there was a flurry of rustles and creaks. Then, a familiar orange head peeked out from the bush. "Mrooow?" Bobby said as if asking if it was her who Tristan looked for.

"Come here, silly!" He urged the cat to come closer by putting his hand down against the grass, trying to entice her to come sniff.

Bobby obeyed, acting as if he'd only told her earlier to come, she would obviously have done so immediately, as the good kitty she was. As she trotted toward him, tail swaying proudly in the air, Tristan spotted something in her mouth: a glowing green object that didn't look quite at home on Earth.

Upon reaching Tristan, Bobby dropped the oval object right in front of him, just as she did with moths, beetles, and other types of prey she caught inside the apartment. "Mmmeow!" she exclaimed proudly while purring loudly and stroking her body against Tristan's jeans.

Another rustle came from the bushes. Tristan looked up to see the fluffy poodle Bobby had been chasing, cautiously scurrying out of the bushes with its tail between its legs.

"Frances! There you are darling!"

Tristan recognized the voice calling for the defeated canine.

"Professor Armstrong," he greeted his Astronomy professor, noting that her curly white hair perfectly matched the fur of her dog.

It may be a good thing that Tristan had already, in all likelihood, butchered his chances of a good grade in her class by arriving late and writing an important test distracted by an otherworldly arrival. Because his cat giving her dog a whooping certainly wouldn't improve his standings in the professor's book.

"Mr. Conway," the professor replied, catching the leash of her dog and bending down to caress a fluffy head. "Is that your cat?"

"Yes," Tristan admitted, quickly grabbing the green egg-like object from the lawn before the professor saw it. He stuffed it into his pocket for later investigation. Considering her field of study, he suspected Professor Armstrong may have a keen interest in its origins. "I mean... Bobby's just visiting." Realizing that cats weren't allowed in student housing, Tristan started to blather nervously. "She definitely doesn't live in my room. I mean... I know that's not allowed. So she doesn't. She lives elsewhere. And I'm sorry she chased your dog. She probably just wanted to play. I apologize, Professor Armstrong."

Feeling like he'd already said way too much, Tristan scooped Bobby into his arms, noting that perhaps all that tuna Vyrsa had fed her had upped the difficulty level of the cat-carrying task. He gripped the scruff of Bobby's neck to make sure he didn't lose her again.

The professor didn't appear as angry as he'd imagined. "I don't care where the cat lives, Mr. Conway," she said. "I know the school has guidelines regarding pets in student housing since those apply to staff living on campus as well. This is why I always walk Frances at night when the residence staff has left. So if you won't tell on me, I won't tell on you." She did a zipping motion across her lips and smiled conspiratorially. "Oh, and great work on your test earlier this week by the way. I can really tell you have a keen interest in Astronomy."