Flashback
Mako sat on his porch clutching one knee to his chest. He was trying to stop the blood from staining his jeans. He and Bolin had been playing in the street and he had fallen from the sand. Bolin was going and getting help from the new people that had just moved across the street yesterday. Mako's parents weren't home, then again they never were. And that was when Mako met Korra Meredith. She had brown curly hair with natural cream colored highlights. Her eyes were the color of the ocean when the sun was low in the sky. Mako couldn't help but stare, but being seven years old, these feelings were strange to him. To him, girls, were cootie infested things. But now starring at her, he saw something of a possible friendship. He felt the blood running between his fingers now staining his jeans a deep red.
"Are you okay?" she asked in a high scarred voice. Mako couldn't keep his eyes out of hers. Mako was so lost he couldn't even hear her question.
"Maybe you should get your mom." Bolin said. She nodded and took Bolin's hand and they ran across the street to her house. Mako felt a small amount of jealousy as her hand touched his. Why didn't she offer her hand to his. Then he remembered he was bleeding, and he understood why. He saw a woman come out of the house with the two children behind her. The woman resembled her daughter quite a bit, but Mako still found Korra more beautiful.
" Does it hurt? Where are your parents?" Said the woman out of breathe from jogging across the street.
"No i'm okay I guess. My parents are...out." Mako finished his sentence with a little more than a whisper. You see Mako's parents hated him and Bolin. They were never home, they were always drinking and partying. Iroh's mother was the one that had taken care of them most of their life. She got them food, clothes, and somewhere to stay when they were afraid to sleep in their house alone. Korra's mother looked into his eyes. Her eyes were not the same shade as Korra's but they were pretty too.
"I'm Senna. What's your name?" she said with a warm smile.
"I'm Mako and this is Bolin. It's nice to meet you." He looked at Korra when he finished speaking. Senna smiled and helped him into their home. It was a cozy three bedroom house with tan walls, and peeling wall paper.
"Korra go and get the Band-Aids and the Neosporin, please." Senna said. Korra gave Mako a worried look and then ran upstairs. Mako's heart was beating fast, which wasn't helping the blood. Korra came back with the packages. Senna fixed his knee quicker than he thought possible. Korra seemed better now that he had a less bloody knee.
" I'm Korra." she stated. Mako felt heat go to his face.
" I'm Mako Jameson." She smiled at him, and he smiled back. It was love. She just didn't know it yet.
That was when they were seven. Things change in ten years. They were juniors now. Mako wasn't the same and neither was she, they had just grown up, like any other kid. Though Mako had changed the most.
Mako rolled over in bed and stared at his alarm clock. It was time to get up and start his junior year at Republic City High. He groaned and stretched his arms.
"Bolin get up." He said to the bed five feet from him. Mako stood, put on his dark jeans, converse, and red plaid shirt. He fixed his hair did the rest of his morning routine. Bolin was always slow in the morning. He had to always fix his hair a certain way, and his clothes had to be perfect and things like that. Mako went out and sat on the porch. There were still blood stains from all those years ago. He looked it and gave them a sad smile. The thought of her depressed him. Her eyes, her hair, her voice, those years they had spent together, all those things and thoughts led to Mako being upset. Finally Bolin came outside, backpack over his shoulder, with his usual cheery grin. Mako shook his head and hopped in the drivers seat of his Chevrolet pickup. Mako's eyes turned just in time to see Korra getting into her car. He felt his heart start to hurt, so like any teenage boy, he hit the accelerator until there was smoke.
"Your a tool,bro, you know that right." Bolin said. Mako ignored him and hit play on his Blink 182 cd. They sat in silence the entire way to the high school. They parked next to Iroh's motorcycle. Iroh was busy flirting with some girls but when he saw Mako he ran in for a bro hug. The girls batted their eyes at the two, but Mako was not one to pay attention to them. Not since freshman year anyway. He pushed the thought from his mind and went into his cool mode. He talked to the freshman girls and flirted with them. He, Iroh, Bolin, and Tahno, basically had all the girls wrapped around their fingers. Bolin wasn't a flirt, being that Asami Sato was his girlfriend, but they all wanted him. Mako took his schedule out of his pocket and compared it with Iroh and Tahno. Bolin was only a sophomore. He had the same three classes with the both of them.
"Good we can raise a little hell." Iroh said. They laughed. That meant that he had three classes with no one he knew. Oh well, he thought, Mako had never had trouble making new friends. He found his new locker and put his things away. He checked his schedule.
Period 1: English, Mr. Williams
Period 2: Science, Mr. Kix
Period 3: Auto, Mr. Moore
Lunch
Period 4: Algebra 3, Mrs. Webb
Study Hall
Health
That was only today. He had all his classes with Iroh and Tahno tomorrow. He walked into English class and there was only one open seat. Next to her,
"Shit." he muttered. Mako sat down next to her and felt his face get really hot. He couldn't even pay attention to the teacher. He started to fidget uncomfortably.
"Alright class, whoever you are sitting next to, is your assigned seat the whole year. I will give you five minutes to introduce yourself. Go." The teacher then sat down. You have to be kidding me. Mako forced himself to turn his head. Korra was doodling on her notebook, she had always been a good drawer.
"Jameson, Meredith, start talking." Mr. Williams hollered over the roar of the kids in the room.
"Hi." They both said simultaneously. Korra sounded angrier than he did. Mako finally got the courage to look into her eyes. Being the jerk that everyone knew him as Mako said,
"What's wrong with you?" Korra glared at him. The glare stung but he fought to make the hurt leave his eyes.
"You oughta know." Korra muttered back. Mako screwed the situation up even more. She didn't know how much it hurt that she hated him. She couldn't understand how it pained him that they didn't hang out anymore, how they could never walk for ice cream like they used to. Or watch the stars while the radio was on. She would never understand, because he would never tell her.