Prime (Book 1 of the Godling Trilogy)

14- Beware the Birds

I'll say it now; I'm not the jealous type. Sure, I get competitive and I want to obliterate anyone who stands in my way, but really I don't feel a lot of animosity towards people who have what I want. Especially if it's romantic. I don't feel the need to interfere, I don't care who is with whom, and I don't mind people flaunting their relationships. My mentality is 'Go you! You're compatible with another human being!" So, watching Bash and Gwen talk and beginning to feel that flickering sensation of 'I want to murder for your affection', was alarming to me. At first I thought it was that I was jealous of Gwen for swooping in and being better than me, but after as we walked and I observed them I realized the opposite was true. I was jealous of Bash, I wanted to talk to her, and I wanted to be the one leading the conversation.

I didn't like feeling left out, no one does.

When we arrived at the truck the others were all already there. Deedee was pretty bruised on her cheek bones and Sarah had a large gash in her thigh which West was tending to. She didn't seem to be phased though, which was strange and a little unsettling. Did she get deep wounds like that on a regular basis so it was no big deal?

Do we all get injuries like that in an average fight?

Those are questions I wasn't sure I wanted the answer to.

When we arrived there were a few moments as everyone greeted Gwen warmly and caught up with her on life and asked why she was here. They all seemed to be glad she was joining us. I silently hoped that this is what it would be like for me one day, welcomed back with open arms.

After they were all finished with the hugging and the smiling through the battle wounds, we set off again. We had Ava and Cloe on lookout in case any more dangers surfaced while we were driving.

I sat on one of the metal shelves and Gwen quietly sat down next to me.

"So, Lea... are you doing okay? I hope I didn't tackle you too roughly," she said, her grin lilting up to the left.

I grinned back at her, "Yeah I'm good, certainly better than I would be if you hadn't gone all Superman."

She laughs softly, and then corrects me, "Superwoman."

"Well, if were gonna get specific then sure, but I see are more of Golden Glider type," I joked, then felt a little embarrassed as I realized she may not understand the reference.

"I don't know. I'm not really that evil, plus having a last name like Snart would be torture...maybe that's what really drove her to the dark side," she added, with a chuckle.

My heart sparked when she understood the joke and expanded on it. I don't know why common interests are so important to me, but something about being able to geek out with someone on the team was so nice. It felt normal. It helped me realize that maybe I could have a life resembling normality. I could never be total average teenager, but this helped me to feel more like one.

"You like superheroes?" I exclaimed, the elation evident in my voice.

"Who doesn't?" she replied with just as much fervor.

"You're like a super hero, being able to fly and all," I said.

She nodded, "There are some benefits to being the daughter of Boreas."

"Who?" I questioned, feeling slightly ignorant.

"The wind god," she explained, "And I don't really fly, I can just manipulate the winds to lift me off the ground."

"That's way cooler? Can you make other people fly?" I questioned excitedly.

"Yeah, sure, but it takes a lot of effort cause of the weight and I can't really sense how to balance the winds like I can with myself," she said, "The real great thing about my powers is that I always have windblown hair, I'm like a human hairdryer. No plug in massacre."