The way that Matt looked at Ali sent shivers down my spine. I’d caught him twice today, his eyes following her like he had to memorize her every move. I’d like to think it was my superhero instincts being suspicious of him, like Matt was somehow going to be my next enemy in battle. In ways, he sort of was, but the struggled of teenage dating was hardly comparably to a superhero fight.
The first time I’d caught him was on their way to English class. He’d followed after her, weaving through the crowds to catch up. My hands had balled into fists at my sides, resisting the urge to grab him by the back collar of his shirt and yank him backwards. I’d never been the jealous type, but as she returned his eager gaze with a smile, the green eyed demon in my roared.
My head shot to the floor, pul
