I tapped my foot impatiently, watching in annoyance as Liam and Angela ran across the gym together, the sounds of laughter and the basketball beating against the ground getting on my last nerve.
"Hey, what's going on?" I looked to my left to see Dani walking over to me. I nodded at her in greeting, not taking my eyes off my boyfriend and Angela. Dani frowned, then followed my gaze.
"…Are they not letting you play?" She asked after a moment, trying to diagnose the glare on my face. I ignored her.
"Do you not like basketball?" She tried. I ignored that one too. "Is it because they used to date?"
"Can't you go bother someone else?" Did Alivia really have to get her to join us?
"Ah." Dani nodded knowingly. "You're jealous."
"I know about six different spells that can kill you, right?" I questioned dryly. She shrugged, unbothered.
"You won't kill me." She assured me. I cocked an eyebrow at that.
"And what makes you so sure about that?" I retorted. She smirked, pulled her hair up into a ponytail, then started out onto the court.
"Hey, lightbulb, tap out. I wanna play." She told Liam, reaching out to catch the basketball before he could. He looked at her, genuinely offended, but she didn't move until he started off the court. Then, the electrokinetic spun around and faced Angela with a cocky smirk. "Bring it on."
The two began to dribble the ball across the court as Liam walked over to me. "Hey you." He asked, leaning in to kiss me on the forehead. I pushed him away, raising my nose is disgust. "Hey, what's up?"
"I'm going to go get something to eat." I decided, starting to walk away. He grabbed my arm, stopping me.
"You okay?" He questioned, brow furrowed.
"I'm fine." I insisted, walking out of the gym and down the hall. I heard him run after me, but ignored him.
"Hey, talk to me." He insisted, skidding to a stop in front of me. I didn't slow my pace, not until he stepped directly into my path. "What's eating you?"
"Just how many superhero girls did you date before we met?" I demanded, annoyed. He stopped, caught off guard by my question.
"Uh…why does it matter?" He replied, frowning.
"I just want to know what number I am. Alan mentioned it was a fairly high number." I insisted. "And don't deny that Crossbow's on the list."
"There isn't a list." He insisted. I raised an eyebrow. "Okay, I admit, I dated around a bit…or a lot. But I'm not one of those guys that keeps a black book or anything."
"I'm sure." I rolled my eyes.
"I'm serious. I'm not one of those idiots. As for what number you are…if I did have a book, you'd be number one, alright?" He insisted. "And Crossbow, that was just one date, a long time ago."
I bit my lip, considering what he said. "Number one?" I repeated. He nodded, a tiny bit exasperated. "Alright, fine."
"Okay." He shook his head, rolling his eyes.
"Number one of how many?" I asked suddenly, this time teasing him. He looked at me sharply, unsure.
"God, you suck." He mentioned once he realized it was a joke.