Val was in the locker room with her friends, chatting with the new girl, Riley.

“Hey, Val, who’s that?” Riley asked, gesturing to the girl- presumably a Firehawk from the red streak in her hair- that just walked into the locker room, laughing with another girl.

“Oh, that’s (Name).” Val answered, her voice carefully casual.

She retuned her gaze to her phone.

She could practically feel (Name)’s presence.

She guessed that was what happens when you’re dating someone, you kiss someone else at a party, and break up with your girl at said party.

“She’s pretty.”

“I guess.”

“Is she on the team?”

“Mhm. Number twenty-five.”

The conversation was pretty one-sided.