Okay so before we get started, I'm a loser. My name is Mako Bryant. I go to Republic City High, I'm a sophomore. Apparently I'm an "Emo Freak" so no one likes me. I earned that title when I ran into the football team my freshman year. Lucky me. And the worst of it is my brother Bolin is on that team, and he is friends with all of those tools. So yeah, that's me, not to interesting huh?

Anyway it was about two months into school, and I had just crawled out of one of the lockers that the football team had thrown me in, when I saw her. She was drop dead gorgeous. She had naturally tan skin, and bright blue eyes that you could get lost in. Her brown hair sat loose on her shoulders, and looked rather windblown. She wasn't dressed like all the other girls though. Instead of a shirt that showed off her boobs, and shorts that were way too short, she had on a boys style T-shirt and dark blue jeans.

Wow she is beautiful. Taking a closer look at her shirt I saw what it read. The words made my jaw drop. They didn't read One Direction or Justin Beiber. No, it read Secondhand Serenade. One of my top five favorite bands. When she was walking she stared at the ground, making sure to avoid eye contact. Probably nervous, this was a big school. If words were my friend I would have gone up and told her I loved her shirt and made small talk, so she wouldn't be nervous about the school. But it seemed I was beaten to the punch. Bolin was walking up to her and chatting away like he did with every other girl.

God damn it, she'll fall for his stupid charm and humor like every other girl. There go my chances. Wait a second, she isn't smiling or even noticing him. What the hell? Does she not like him? Weird and interesting. I would have kept watching her walk into the school if I hadn't been lifted off the ground by my belt.

"I thought I put you in a locker? Got the hots for the new girl Bryant? Maybe she'll help me put you in a locker sometime." The way he said that last part made him sound like a creep. My blood boiled under my skin, as if it were fire. Why did that piss me off so much? I squirmed in Nathan, the football captains, grasp but it was no use. He cocked his fist back, but the bell rang stopping him in mid punch. He dropped me on my ass and booked it to class. I went around to the back door of the school and was running to English class. Fast. When I rounded the last corner, there was no way in hell I could have seen her in time. I crashed right into the new girl. Like full force, causing both of us to fall. Awkward enough I landed on top of her.

"Dude where's the fire?" she asked sarcastically.

"I….um….what?" I asked like a moron.

"Do you mind getting off of me first?" she said he blue eyes glance at my chest, and our legs witch were intertwined. I awkwardly stood and stuck out my hand to help her up. She took it and brushed herself off. She stared at me, almost like she was taking me in.

"I um…like your shirt." I said that trying to break the silence. She smiled and my heart stopped. She was so beautiful.

"Thanks, and I'm sorry I wasn't really watching-"

"No it was my fault I'm stupid. I should have been more careful." I said before she could finish her apology. She was staring very intently at the floor like I was.

"So you like Secondhand Serenade?" she asked. She said it like she wanted to make small talk. I awkwardly adjusted the rolled up cuffs of my blue flannel shirt.

"Yeah I really like them. I can actually play some of their stuff, but I can play the Killers way better." I said it sort of rushed and I hope she caught what I said.

"I love the Killers!" she said a little loud. I smiled and so did she. I felt a tingling sensation in the palms of my hands.

"Hey um, do you know where tenth grade English class is?" she asked me glancing at the piece of paper that I assumed was her schedule.

"Actually that's where I was going." I smiled sheepishly, and I felt my face get hot. Was I blushing? What the hell? She held out her hand as if to tell me lead the way.

"Hey I never did catch your name. I'm Mako." I said starring at the floor.

"I'm Korra." That was music to my ears.