That was certainly true. Micah, at least, needed everyone else to feel the same way she did. Because under all her bravado, even the layers of confidence that was real and all hers, was a girl who could never quite seem to measure up to her peers no matter how hard she tried.
Maybe it was jealously. It irritated Micah far more then it should that Leah had any part in realizing the Immune were being played, used like puppets in some sick plan the government had concocted, and broken free. Especially since she had stuck around for months after the initial group had left, still believing that, in some way, she was actually helping people. Hints of jealousy then, but certainly not all there was too it. More resentment, perhaps, then anything. After all, she had allowed herself to get suckered into sweeping talks of really making a difference, being one of the few in a position to really keep people safe, and convinced herself it was still true even after others had jumped ship.
Of course, even drunk, Micah would never share that kind of insight with Leah. With another scoff, "My grubby paws." She briefly wondered if that sounded as absolutely ridiculous to the other woman, now that it was being repeat back to her, as she thought it did. "You're kinda twisted, ya know that? And absolutely fuckin' full of yourself, always thinkin' everything in the whole goddamn world is about you." Micah shook her head. "I ain't jealous you got here first, Princess, 'cause I don't care."
Honestly, the thought had crossed Micah's mind. Had Leah not currently been knocked up, the brunette would have no doubt pulled her down in a heartbeat. Then again, if Leah hadn't been pregnant, the two would have likely already duked it out by now. Maybe they'd have reached some kind of common ground too, because they certainly weren't going to get there talking to each other. Every conversation seemed to go in the same vicious circle.
To be fair, in a way it was true. Not even just about this particular pair of skates, but ice skates in general. They were nothing like throwing on a pair of roller skates, which was about as close a comparison she could come up with. She didn't even bother to respond to Leah's goad this time though, just sort of waved it off with one of her out stretched hands as she focused on sliding one foot in front of the other, preferably without eating ice this time.
Fucking showboat, of course she couldn't resist gloating. Micah risked unbalancing herself long enough to flip the blonde off, flailing just a touch. Probably it ruined the effect a touch, but it had been worth it.
This time she managed to stay upright a bit longer before gravity made it's presence well known and for the second time that afternoon, Micah was on her ass. All but growling, "God fuckin' dammit."