Jealousy

Chapter One

Sitting in a torn, burgundy couch in an abandoned storage room was Quinn and beside her Talon— her boyfriend. The dusty room overflowed with crates of old books, leaving only a small walkway from the old armchair to the door. It was a dark room with its only light source being two windows covered by broken curtain shades. The room was a total dump— but meeting here was a part of their deal.

A deal that the two both agreed on.

The assassin had his feet kicked up on some old crates with his arm around Quinn while he napped. Talon had an increase in his scheduled time on Summoner's Rift so he understandably tired. Quinn's fingers picked at holes on the chair's armrest and read quietly. Although, she was just staring at the words more than actually reading what they said. It was usually quiet during their time together, but the scout didn't really mind. Quinn glanced up at him when she heard a small snore escape him. Closing the book, Quinn turned her body towards Talon, making him stir slightly in his slumber.

The assassin and scout both agreed that if they were to continue to see each other, they would have to meet in only this abandoned room at the same time everyday. Talon was the one who set these rules— and it was completely understandable to him at least. He knew that if they were seen together they would be ridiculed. He had to remind her only once.

Neither of them could remember on who initiated this odd relationship, but they both knew they belonged to the other. Yet, Quinn couldn't help but question her assassin's secrecy. She had to get some answers.

"Talon?" Quinn whispered, shaking his leg. She saw his dark eyes slowly open and stare at the ceiling.

"What is it?" His voice was tired yet still harsh as always.

"I don't think I asked how your day was." She lied— Quinn never asked. She thought maybe if she eased into the conversation, Talon would hopefully answer her truthfully. The assassin turned slightly, obviously baffled with the girl's sudden interest.

"I woke up, killed a few idiots on the Rift, and now I'm here with you." Talon answered, closing his eyes again. Quinn frowned slightly— he had never been the talkative type.

"Well, do you want to know about my day?" She asked. Quinn put her legs over the assassin's lap, jolting him awake. She thought that being a little playful would peek his interest. His dark eyes only narrowed at her— he was more irritated than curious.

"I suppose." He sighed, giving his scout his full attention. The assassin scratched the back of his neck as he waited for her to speak. Quinn had to admit that she was grateful he was comfortable enough around her to leave his hood down.

"Oh, well, Valor and I sat in the garden for a while before I came here. I told him to go off and hunt so..." Quinn began to feel uneasy when her question formed on her lips, "Talon… I hate keeping this, us, from him. Don't you think it's time we go public?"

"I told you why we can't let anyone know about our relationship." He said dourly, taking his arm back from around Quinn.

"Talon, it has been over two months, surely someone must have caught on to us sneaking off at around the same time."

"That's not my point."

"We don't even leave this room." The scout continued, distancing herself from Talon on the cramped armchair. She couldn't stop herself from speaking, her words were just pouring out of her. She rubbed her temples as she halfheartedly chuckled, "Hell, we don't even talk to each other outside of this room!"

"You know why we—"

"You're embarrassed of me, aren't you?" Quinn said, her golden eyes narrowing at him. Talon turned his head, only furthering her suspicions. The scout sighed, "I understand now. Dating me would certainly dampen the cold-blooded motif you have around here. I see that that title means more to you than this relationship." Quinn got to her feet, using the crates to hop towards the door. Her fingers wrapped around the handle, "I'm leaving. Don't expect me to be here tomorrow."

The scout whiped open the door, not even glancing at Talon, and she slammed it shut. She stood there, listening. If Talon didn't chase after her, she knew that her suppositions would be confirmed. Quinn felt a dry feeling itch her throat when there was only silence behind the door. Shaking her head, she left.

How could I be so naïve? How could I possibly think that Noxian would change himself for me? For me?! I'm his sworn enemy… The dry feeling in her throat began to burn as she hurried away from the door— she was furious. She glared down at her boots while she stomped down the hallway. He was probably using my feelings to get some type of information out of me. What a rat.

Suddenly, Quinn bumped into something, causing her to fall over. Still filled with her rage, she looked upwards. Her face softened when she recognized the ruggedly handsome hero of Piltover, Jayce. He lent his hand out to her, his admirable strength bring her up from the carpet. His hand lingered slightly around hers.

"Is something wrong?" Jayce asked, "You look as if something is bothering you. I could always lend an ear to a fellow hero."

"Uh…" She glanced back at the door behind her, "It's nothing really."

"No, there is something you're not telling me. If it was nothing, you wouldn't have that scowl on your beautiful face." He smiled. Quinn giggled, covering her blushing face. "I was just on my way over Gragas' tavern to grab some drinks. You could come along if you like."

"Sure, I have nowhere to be." The scout smiled as she walked beside the Hero of Tomorrow.

Notes: This story is for C. Geng, my friend and fellow writer. (I wrote it just for him and not because he beat me in a 1v1) Go check him out :^)

See you next chapter.