He loves me, she loves me not?

The Only Part

It was the afternoon before the first day of Granite Bay High, and everything was peacef-- CRASH! BAM! BOOM! --Well, maybe not ​that​ peaceful..
The citizens in the big city were devastated, as usual; closing their windows and shutting their blinds like we were chopped liver.. or something. Personally, I like it best when they gawk from the windows of their fancy office buildings.
"J​ ackie-- Ack! I mean-- Just get him!!​" My dad-- the leader of the Black Spades (our "gang" or family, whichever you'd like to call it)-- hollered after me as I zipped by on a motorcycle I'd hot-wired.
He'd done that ever since I was little-- forget to say my codename, that is-- no one ever seems to notice, though, since they're all too busy oo-ing and aw-ing at the "hero". It's MidnightRaven, by the way. My dad came up with it because of my long black hair.. But when I'm not a supervillain I go by Jacqueline Holloway. Anyways, back to business.
I'd sped up from behind the hero-- "Whiplash," or whatever (I can never remember the names!). He'd been distracted with the other members of my group, battling them in mid-air-- apparently distracted enough to not hear a ​motorcycle​ ​zooming up behind him!​ I leapt from the bike unto his back. We tumbled out of the air, and sprawled out on the floor. My adrenaline was pumping-- and I couldn't help but giggle as the gang pinned

Whiplash to the ground. It was a shame, too, since he wasn't that bad-looking. He was the classic blonde hair, and blue eyed hero. A little too cliche for my type, but still not bad​.
I jumped up to my feet and straightened my mask. D​ ad walked up to me and​ ​held up his hand for a high-five. I jumped and slapped it as hard as I could.​ I was ​so​ pumped! It was soon to be my​ favorite​ part- the part where the "hero" went bye-bye. The part we'd been doing for years. The part I'd always watched from a distance-- yeah, ​that​ part was going to change.
Dad jerked his head to the side, and the gang holding Whiplash down brought him up to his knees. He wore a relaxed smirk-- which was new, since all of the other heroes had nasty glares and the usual, "​you'll never get away with this​!" But he didn't say anything-- which interested me and made me want to know exactly ​why.​
Dad looked me in the eyes, and-- even though we were wearing masks-- I could tell how serious he was. Our purple eyes sparkled, which was something that happened often. It was a brilliant father-daughter moment, even though I was oblivious to what it was for. He raised a gloved hand and swept a purple-streaked lock of hair out of my eyes and tucked it inside my black hood.
"Y​ ou're finally ready, Jackie​," He said with his gruff voice that seemed to vibrate the air around him.
"R​ eady?​" I asked, dumbfounded. "​Ready for ​what?​ ​"
He unsheathed his double-edged sword and held it out in front of me. This sword was the meaning of the tradition. The tradition we'd been doing for years-- remember? The one that everyone took so seriously. The one I couldn't do-- I couldn't be the one to do it-- and I had no idea why.
With a trembling hand, I reached out and gripped the handle. My other hand wrapped in a tight fist that would've cut my palm if I hadn't been wearing biker gloves. This was it. The time I'd show how worthless I was to the team. The time I'd show that I was a disappointment to my father. The time I'd show how absolutely weak I really was.
"W​ hat​...​ should I do?​" I gulped, trying not to faint.
With wide eyes I glanced over at the "hero", and instantly felt sick to my stomach. Yes, this ​was ​my favorite part-- always has been-- but I never thought I​ 'd h​ ave to do it. I'd never prepared myself or anything! He smiled at me this time-- a smile that glowed and made me have to close my eyes. ​Ridiculous. It's not a big deal. What's wrong with me? Dad set his hand on my shoulder, and guided me to standing directly in front of Whiplash.
"N​ ow is where we'd usually do the monologue​," He whispered, giddy with excitement and pride. "W​ ​-​what should I​--" I stuttered, before being cut off.
"J​ ust say whatever comes to mind-- anything! It comes naturally. Raise the sword-- both hands, both hands-- just like that, yes. Perfect! Alright, don't forget to look intimidating- Yes, glare. You look great,

honey.​Terrifying!​ Nowgoaheadandgetthejobdone,the​​cops'llbeheresoon.Whyareyouhesitating? Come on, Jackie! It's not that hard, just point the sword towards the chest. Yup-- perfect. You're doing great, sweetheart.​"
My confidence was rising-- like a balloon being filled with air. I had this in the bag!
"Y​ ou​--" I started, until I was cut off by Whiplash bursting into laughter. It was like he'd taken a needle and popped my balloon. I dropped my arms and wilted right there and then.
"S​ orry, sorry! Continue​," He snorted, attempting to contain himself.
"W​ hy you little-- w​ hy are you laughing?​ " Dad growled.
"She looks so awkward trying so hard like that​.​"
I felt my face grow hot, which was a new sensation. Whether I was embarrassed or angry-- or both-- I wasn't sure.
"Anyways, I really should get going,​" He grinned at me and pushed everyone off of him, flew into the air, and disappeared.
I grabbed the top of my hood and pulled it over my head, groaning in-- well, I didn't even know!
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The ride home was awful. The tension was so thick you could cut it with... a double-edged sword. I sighed loudly, and banged my head on my desk. I'd gotten lectured the e​ ntire​ way home. The facts were still haunting me while remembering them.
"J​ acqueline​," He'd said as He'd rubbed the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb (like most parents do when they're upset, or disappointed),"H​ ow could you have hesitated? Did I not raise you right? Did you not have enough training? I'll schedule you for double-time with your aunt if I need to-- don't look at me like that! I know she can be strict, but she's good at what she does. This cannot happen again, Jackie. You've ruined a reputation we need to get back. If the Black Spades don'thavethefearofthecitizens,wehavenopower.Thenwhatwouldwehave?H​ m​?​"
He'd given me a look, signaling that he wanted me to answer the question.
"E​ ach other​..​?​" I asked, unsure of my answer, and scared to be wrong.
"N​ o.We'dhavenothing.​"
I would not be a disappointment again. I'd regain the Black Spades' reputation, and kill Whiplash myself! ​I sat up straight, staring at my reflection in the window. I turned off my lamp, and pushed myself up from my desk.​ ​Tomorrow's going to be a long day​, I thought as I curled up on my bed and drifted off to sleep.