Notes:

I'm back! Still French, still not bilingual and still sorry. Though, I've started my English classes again, so I hope it will be better.

There are some specifications about this chapter: classified "humor" because of the ridiculous circumstances, then, true story! Yes, what happened to Asami happened to me, except I had a gars in front of me. My friends still laugh about it… Well, then the story happen in a bus. I'm talking a few times about foldout seats. Maybe a little clarification about what I call "folding seat" would be better. Indeed, for those who are not used to this means of transportation or who don't see at all what I'm talking about, it can be complicated. These seats are foldout seats in case of non-attendance of a wheelchair. They are simple squares for the purpose of getting more seats when it's needed.

That work was supposed to be a one shot but it won't be. So, short story on 3 chapters. I post the second one as soon as possible!

That work is for the waiting. I've a big work, giant word which I haven't finished even in French and I haven't started the translation. I've some kind of problem with my chapters which are terribly long!

No Bêta reader for that and I just finished the translation, so I hope there are not much mistakes…

Now, I stop talking. Enjoy!


Asami was a brilliant student. Her father, Hiroshi Sato, was a rich CEO of his company. Yet, she refused to enjoy the advantage of a limousine with driver to take her to school. Contrary to what one could think, even if the heiress was born in luxury, she wanted to be treated like others. And for that, she declined many of the advantages she was offered.

Thus, every morning, Asami forced herself to wake up earlier than she could to take the school bus. After having breakfasted in a hurry, having washed herself and having kissed her dear father, she left the house to head towards her bus stop. After a walk of ten or so minutes, she arrived. There, she met her very loyal friend Opal. There were other people at the bus station but she didn't mind. At high school, she wasn't really popular. It was certainly because of her status of good student who people called affectionately: "nerd".

Anyway, she'd rather stay with Opal, her best friend. The two teenage girls talked about daily banalities while waiting for their bus. They saw many ones passing by but it wasn't theirs. After a few minutes, eventually it came. Preferring avoiding the crowd of young boisterous students who were pushing to get in the bus, they got in in the last ones. Opal, who was behind Asami in the aisle, pushed her, wanting her to settle in the foldout seats. It was something Opal enjoyed doing, being sat on these seats. Her friend didn't contest; anyhow, there weren't many of free seats left. If they wanted to be sat next to each other, there wasn't really a choice. So, they settled down in those much talked about foldout seats.

In front of the two girls were two other people of approximatively their age: in front of the heiress was a girl with hugely blue eyes and with a dark skin. She was talking to her slightly broad friend with green eyes. On second thought, Asami told herself that they were certainly in the same high school as them. The bus started up. Opal and Asami got back to their conversation.

After a very negligible distance, the bus braked violently. Opal managed to hold on the seat, but Asami was far clumsier. So well that she fell on the girl in front of her. Her hands, which had put themselves forwards to protect her from a future impact, ended up on the body in front of her. In her head, the heiress had difficulty understanding what had just happened. However, what she was sure was that at this moment she had a hand put on the blue-eyed girl's chest and the other and her stomach — by the way which was very firm — and her head had banged itself on the bottom of her stomach, like really very low… As soon as Asami wasn't under the action of the braking movement anymore, she backed off and got back on her seat. Instantaneously, blood came all over her face, making it flash of a magnificent bright red color. An unbearable heat enveloped her, making her believe she was in an oven. Even before she could start pronounce apologies, the green-eyed boy shouted out:

"Hey, Mako, Mako, Mako! Asami just fell on Korra!"

Oh… Now, she knew who they were. Bolin was known for knowing almost everyone… Mako was his big brother and Korra was his best friend. The heiress had heard a rumor saying that they had been dating. Whatever, she didn't care about this kind of things.

The remark of the youngest of the brothers had the effect of alerting all the bus on the recent accident. Everyone was attempting to see what had just happened. Curious students were turning over trying to take a look at the scene. Great…

"I'm… I'm sorry." Asami stumbled a little humiliated, the heat and the color of the shame wrapping her. "I'm really sorry."

"No, it's okay, no problem." Korra answered with a charming and reassuring smile.

Still, it didn't reassure her that much. Then, a red flare still on her, she kept apologizing.

"A thousand apologies. I really didn't do that on purpose."

She heard giggles from her best friend next to her. She gave her a dirty look so she could compose herself. Which had exactly the opposite effect: Opal started bursting out into laughing, she hardly cried…

So, in the defeat, Asami began looking at the landscape trying to ignore her friend who was unashamedly making fun of her and all the eyes which were staring at her. When was that ride going to eventually end up? Still 15 minutes? But why! She tried during all the ride to avoid the look of the young girl in front of her which sometimes laid on her. A few times, she repeated her apologies feeling the inexplicable need to make amends. She didn't want the blue-eyed girl to think she had groped her or something like that. Even if it was accidentally the case…

Then, she spent all the ride in the "beet" mode, burning up as if she suffered from incredible fever, bearing her friend's laugh which every single apology revived and pretending to be absorbed by that same landscape she had already seen hundreds of times. Moreover, she held tightly the guardrail in every single turn, acceleration and especially brake!

She felt terribly ashamed of having been so clumsy. It had to never be reproduced. Truly never. She could handle a humiliation. But more… She'd manage to never do it again! Because this shame was making her suffocate with an unbearable heat which she couldn't be done with until the end of the day.

Asami thought they would never going to arrive so much that the ride seemed long. It was still fifteen hapless minutes among many else… When finally, they got to school, Opal didn't fail to tell their friends what had happened in the bus. That was an accident she wouldn't be allowed to forget any time soon!


Notes:

Thank you for reading! I try to post the next chapter tomorrow. You can leave any comment! All writers love them. And I'm absolutely not the exception!