Pairing: Bolin/Korra and Mako/Asami, contains OC, HighSchool AU. Rated T for mild swearing
It's six am in the morning, and don't even mention that its monday. Waking up from bed with rolling my eyes, I tidied my small but super comfortable bed, you know, usual stuff...tucking in the edges of my UK flag bed cover, folding my old worn out blanket, putting the pillows in place, tidied things some more, and there goes the perfect tidy bed. School doesn't start until 8am, but hey, people get nervous you know? Trying to go back to sleep only means lying on bed with minds full of stuff, so getting up early is the best choice for now. Snatching a towel from my wardrobe, I groggily walks to the bathroom. Trying to get as much scrubbing as possible with this small bar of soap, small squirt of shampoo cleans my hair while the soap cleans any dirt on my body. No hot bath in some fancy tub, not even a hot shower, just a plain old everyday cold water from the shower, which is mainly used by student's who choose to save money and not wasting it on some 5 minutes of hot water in the morning. After bath, I quickly wrapped the towel around my waist while looking for any wearable shirts and jeans in my wardrobe. Picking something that at least worthy of wearing at the first day of school.
Oh it's the first day of high-school. Crap.
Do I forgot to mention my names?
Well, here goes nothing...my name is Koku. Weird name huh, well screw you. I lived here in USA, at my old apartment. My school is St. Elijah, school of rich student who sometimes cares about fashion more than grades. You could tell that I am the complete opposite of the student who enrolled there either by my personality or the so-called fashion sense. It's quite hard for me to make new friends, so I expect to be seated alone for a few weeks. With plain dark blue shirt over a jeans that you could easily find at Wal-mart bargain, simple eyeglasses, no full frame or whatsoever fancy or hipster-ish, finished with gray backpack. That's it, no more, no less. I'm the type of student who easily blends in school, the type of guy who goes around unnoticed by most people. Picking up some textbooks from my backpack, I decided to carry it in my hand to prevent my backpack from tearing. My black hair will pop back to it's slightly curly style without any combing or hair gels, so I don't bother it. Stuffing an 1,8 litre water bottle to my backpack, I lock the key of my apartment on the 3rd floor, and walks to school alone.
The sun barely shone when I walked to school. With a good 10 kilometers from my apartment to St. Elijah, I need to wake up early so I won't be late. It also counts as my morning workout, walking 10 kilometres to school plus 10 more when I got back keep my body in shape, no excessive fat and help me to stay healthy. Slightly jogging at the quiet road, the cool and clean morning air is the other reason I prefer walking to school than by motorcycles or car. As the sun slowly rise, I switched up my jog to a walk, breathing the clean air as much as I can while fiddling with the loose thread of my shirt. I was startled a bit after 10 minutes of walking when a gust of wind and a trail of smoke blew past me, coming from a red BMW convertible filled with 4 people. The music inside the car was so loud that I can slightly heard it when it drives right past me. Barely see the passengers, I coughed up the dust and smoke as I continue walking towards St. Elijah, lost in my personal train of tought.
St. Elijah is a prestigious school in the city, also shown as the most expensive school in the state. Only a handful of people who gifted either with smart brain, who mainly received a scholarship, just like me, or that person have a lot of money enrolled there. Walking towards the gate, I saw the statue of High Principal Toph Beifong, the founder of the school. Reading the placate on the bottom of the statue, I can't help but smirking. It says "get educated you bunch of twinkletoes!" Seems that High Principal Toph is a humorous person, despite the stern and serious expression shown on the statue. Toph died many years ago, leaving the school under the care of her daughter, who become the principal. One thing that amuse me is the fact that Toph is born blind. But somehow she managed to create a prestigious school with the help of her fellow friends who once teached here. There's Katara, the head of the school infirmary; Grandmaster Aang, who teaches politics and history; Sokka, Katara's brother, the famous sports coach, who managed to keep the school football team, the Fire Ferrets winning 10 consecutive match in a row; Professor Zuko, who teaches science; Suki, which is Sokka's wife, who teach mathematics and economics, and many more teachers. Statue of them were erected at the park, as a memorial for their deeds as a teacher in the past. I walked past the gate and heads to the school building, a lot of people already arrived, some are sitting on the bench, other's are hanging out in the corridor.
Slightly uneasy at the loud surrounding, I decided to wander the school. I was walking on the less crowded corridor when someone accidentally collided with me. Falling to the floor, the side of my head hits the marble floor first, textbooks skidded everywhere and my glasses fell off my head. Hastily getting up to collect my books and my eyeglasses, I met a pair of worried green eyes.
"Sorry mate, wasn't looking at my step. You okay? Need some help?" He asked me with the rest of my books in his hand. He hands me the books, and I finally can see his face clearly.
He has a friendly face, not a sign of smugness or anything bad, hair slicked to the back which I recognise as the "duck-tail" style. He has a muscular built, slightly taller than me, maybe a few centimetres but way bigger and buffer. No wonder It's like getting hit by a truck when he collided with me at the corridor. He has a type of physique that match with football players.
"That's okay, dude, it's my fault though" I said with a slight smile, picking up the books he handed me and he introduced himself.
"Name's Bolin by the way"
"Mine's Koku, nice to meet you, anyway"
Bolin flashed a grin, "Nice to meet you too! Hey and you're in the same class as mine!" He said after looking at my name tag. "I'll tell Korra and Mako about this, see you in class!" He waved at me and then continue running at the corridor, loud steps echoing in the quiet corridor.
Rubbing the side of my head, I checked my glasses to see it if it's cracked or broken, thankfully it's not. I continued walking down the hallway.
Well that's seems easier than I thought, just 5 minute in this school, I got smashed by 160 pound guy, but hey, at least I met a new friend!
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I spend 10 more minutes exploring the rest of the school, carefully watching on my steps so I don't bump into people anymore. When the bell rings, I see most student get up and start looking for their classes, while some seniors still hangs out. I silently mumbled a curse when I can't find my class, the very first day of school and I'm going to be late. Hell to the no, there's no way I can be late.
Almost all the freshmen already found their class, only a small group of freshmen and a large group of seniors are still on the hallway. Panicked, I scanned the entire hallway to find somebody who is on my class. Squinting my eyes a little, I found that one guy who bumped into me.
"Bolin!" I shouted when I saw his familiar large figure walking down the hallway. Shoving my way on the hallway, he tries to find the source of the voice who called him. I patted his back when I got near and walks beside him.
"Any idea where the hell is our classroom?" I asked him.
He smiled brightly, clearly recognising the guy who got smashed by him.
"Hey Koku! Nice to meet you again, and yes I do know where's our classroom is. Right this way mister!" He said playfully and lead me to the classroom. I followed him to his chair and sit beside him and a girl with ponytail who wore a navy blue cardigan.
The class has 30 student. With each table can fit 3 student, each class contain 10 table, plus one for the teacher. The chairs are not the hard wooden kind, but soft and large, which I remember my mom called it "executive chair". 2 large air conditioners blasting cool air at the class, ensuring the student a comfortable learning session. A big whiteboard is present in front of the class, complete with 3 markers of red, black, and blue color. Digital projector hanged up at the class ceiling, providing extra learning materials such as videos and slideshows.
Bolin introduced Korra to me, she smiled and shook my hands. I shook her hands back nervously, she's a real beauty, with natural tan skin and dark brown hair. She shined brightly between the girls in our class, who filled with prissy girls with face caked in make-up...Or scratched with a pack crayola...I should say.
"Met Korra, the most talented, prettiest, buffest, and the most amazing girl in our highschool!"
She laughed and shook my hands back, Bolin introduced me to her in return.
"And Korra, met Koku, that one guy I told you earlier in the morning...and by his looks" he strokes an invisible beard, pretending to be a monk. "He's a smart kid"
Me and Korra both laughed, Korra smiled at me. "Well I guess it's hurt pretty bad to smashed with an 80 kilo truck right here" she jokingly punch Bolin in the shoulder.
Bolin pouted. "Hey, I'm a growing boy!" He said defensively, then proudly says "And this is no fat, this is muscle you know, M-U-S-C-L-E!"
He flexed his arm proudly.
Korra rolled her eyes.
We continued to talk for a while when a group of seniors came in our class. The one who walks in front has an amber eyes, he wore a button up white T-shirt and a grey sweater with a red scarf coiled on his neck. His hair styled in a neat faux hawk. Half of the girls in our class gasped and then eyed him longingly, except Korra.
"Hey Mako!" Shout Bolin and Korra from the class. Korra waved to Mako. The girls shot a killer look at Korra for a while before eyed Mako longingly again.
"Sup bro, hey Korra, you're as pretty as always" said Mako teasingly. Korra just snorted and laugh.
"Mako, meet Koku, he's my new friend here!" Bolin cheerfully introduces me to Mako. "And Koku, this is Mako, my brother."
"Nice to meet you, I'm Koku" i said, trying to be polite. Like, who knows if Mako is the school gangster?
He looks at me questioningly for a second before shaking my hands. He has an iron grip, I winced slightly and give him back my best hand-crushing grip. After the handshake, I flex my finger to reduce the pain, but tries not to show pained expression at all.
"Nice to meet you...too" he snickered, clearly amused.
Strangely, I made a mental note how not to mess up with Bolin's brother
Pema is our homeroom teacher, a happy-go-lucky teacher who is the students favorite teacher. She got that natural knack on economics and math. Currently 7 months pregnant, she cames to our class with somehow hilarious way, which is bumping the door open with her massive belly. A stack of book she borrowed for us nearly covered her head, leaving her curious eyes examining the rest of the class. She walks to the teacher's table before putting down the books.
"Rise and shine, sleepyheads" she sang loudly. Few of us chuckled, and most of us shifted in our seat, half anxious, half excited.
"My name is Pema, but you can call me Pema, of course" she introduced herself. "You will meet my husband soon enough in the second period, his name is Tenzin, and he teaches PE!"
She picked up a sheet of paper containing our names. "Now I'm going to call you one by one. When you heard your name, please go forward and introduce yourself...let's see the lucky first...Bolin!"
Bolin goes forward and introduce himself. Pema picked another name after another. The rest of the class went in blur, I'm not that interested in introducing myself, so I doodled school logo on a piece of paper, adding some details here and here, writing names, drawing a poop on the bottom of the paper, add the flies near the poop drawing, coloured the poop...
"Last but not least, Koku!" Pema called me.
Hearing my name snapped me back. folding my paper and putting down my pen, i went in front of the class, hands sweating and knees shaking. But fortunately I managed to introduced myself pretty clearly with a lot of "um..." and "hm..."
My cheeks flushed a bit when I got back to my seat. Bolin gives me his usual grin and flashed two thumbs up, Korra herself, grinned like a mad man...or woman. Slumped on my seat, Pema continues to explain the boring school rules.
"Nice speech up there, smashed boy" Korra snickered.
"Oh, shut it" I whispered, cheeks flushed red once again, Korra silently chuckled.
The bell rang, ending the homeroom session with , she handed us our gray PE shirt along with a pair of black training pants. Me and Bolin walked to boys locker room, Korra head to the girls (duh of course) to change. The gray shirt falls comfortably on my body, while the training pants are nothing special.
Awaiting us in the middle of football field is Tenzin, Pema's husband. He's bald with a long moustache and beard, occasionally stroking it. Bolin imitates him, causing me and Korra to giggle uncontrollably before shutting our mouth at Tenzin's glare.
Tenzin decided to train our stamina and endurance first, with 100 lap around the soccer field. The girls protested at first, but soon shut their own mouth at his death glare. He scowled.
"Now what are you airheads waiting? Get running!"
The first five laps were easy enough, the sun pleasantly shine, and it's still pretty cool out here. At the 10th laps, the prissy girls are faking a faint for an excuse not to run. I can swear that Korra muttered something under her breath about "weak bitches" and "filthy girls". The 20th laps goes smoothly enough. But people start giving up between the 30th and 60th laps, either goes out of the field panting hard, or nearly passed out. By the end of 70th lap, only 10 people remains, including me, Bolin, and Korra. Korra face were pale, while Bolin keeps running. Don't ask about me, I can't even control my face or breath anymore, sweat covered my PE shirt, turning it into a darker shade. Korra and the rest gave up on the 80th lap, leaving a happily running Bolin and a nearly fainted me on the soccer field.
"20 more laps it is...15 more that's it...10 more...come on Koku, you can do it! 8 more..."
I'm seriously gonna faint right now...
"5 more!" Bolin shouted.
Oh god.
"1 more! 1 more! Just 1 more!"
Pain flared on my ankle to my hips. I gasped for air, heart beating like crazy, my chest hurts so bad.
The rest of our class gone crazy, supporting either me or Bolin to keep running. Korra jumped, cheering both of us. Tenzin can't even keep his stern face anymore, he clapped his hands along with Korra, cheering at us.
As my feet touch the finish line, I fall forward. Before I hit the grass, Bolin managed to catch me and hauled me up his shoulders, cheering. Korra ran to us, handing a towel and a water bottle.
And the worst part? I get down from Bolin's shoulder, ran to the edge of the field, and vomited.
Tenzin came and rubbed my back, Korra handing me the water bottle to wash my mouth. As soon as I'm done puking, I walk back slowly to join the others, still shuddering from the exhaustion.
Halfway at the field, the green grass of the football field goes black. I collapsed on the grass.
Let's just say that I completely spend the rest of the day dozing off at the infirmary. My legs are sore like shit it can't even be moved.
Korra and Bolin visited me along with 2 more unexpected visitor. Which is Mako, along with a beautiful girl with a long and sleek black hair.
Completely missed the lunch, Korra tossed me a bowl of salad in a plastic container plus a nice cold orange juice in a box, which I accepted thankfully. Stuffing my mouth with salad, I turn my head to Mako who gave me a white envelope.
"From Tenzin" he said flatly.
With mouth full of romaine lettuce and anchovies, I spoke to him in a most civilized and calm way I could muster
"What's in it?"
The girl beside Mako answered in a sarcastic but friendly way. "Its poison, eat it, you'll feel better"
Rolling my eyes, I opened the envelope. It is a letter of some sort. Too lazy and tired to read, I asked the pretty girl beside Mako to read it for me.
She started to read.
"Dear Koku. By showing your tenacity and strength during the 100 lap run at the PE lesson earlier, I politely asking you for a place in our school football team, The Fire Ferrets..."
"That's great!" Bolin says in excitement. Mako widen his eyes in newfound respect, he didn't expect the "awkward and nerd guy" to have that much tenacity in 100 lap run.
Stabbing the straw into the juice box, I saw Mako continue reading the rest of the letter
"...as a quarterback. It's up to you to accept this request or not, however, you may give this place to someone worthy of becoming a quarterback. Choose wisely."
The pretty girl beside Mako beamed excitedly.
"Take it!"
Raising an eyebrow, i tossed the empty juice box to the trashcan.
"I'll snap in half if I join the football club miss, I can't stand constant yelling and drilling from the coach"
"Its Asami, Asami Sato" she smiled.
"And I think I knew somebody who is worthy of joining the football team" I answered her. "Bolin will become a perfect quarterback for the team" I passed the letter to the dumbfounded Bolin.
Stuttering, he managed to say "Quarterback? Me? Like seriously? Joining the Fire Ferrets?"
"Yes you did Bo, congrats" I smacked him on the shoulder. " Now if y'all excuse me for a while, good night, whoops, I mean...good day!"
Slumping back to the infirmary bed, the last thing I saw before going back to sleep was a bunch of awestruck expression from Asami, Korra, Bolin, and Mako.
I woke up as the final bell rang. Packing my backpack, I thanked the head of infirmary for letting me rest all day. I hissed every time I take a step because of the pain, using the wall for support, I make my way to the school gate. The pain will subside over time, but the sore won't go off until the next 3 days.
Walking slowly to my apartment, I stopped at a nearby convenience store to buy a bar of soap. Digging my hands deep into the pocket of my backpack, I found a crumpled 5 dollar bill, I spend another dollar to buy a granola bar for dinner. Turning my back, I spotted a pair of ice blue eyes hidden on a black helmet, it's Korra.
She took of her helmet, letting her ponytail fall down her shoulder. She changed her navy blue cardigan into a black leather jacket.
"Koku, is that you?" She beamed.
"No, this is Patrick"
She frowned.
"Don't get sassy with me, smashed boy, I knew it was you from that PE shirt...you're heading home?"
"Yep"
Taking out a crisp 100 dollar bill, she paid for her belongings, a large plastic full of snacks and soft drinks."Where do you live? You never told me where you live, didn't you?"
Taking the change, she put the change back on a black purse. A slight pang of envy flashed on me, I never get my hands on a 100 dollar bill. All the money I've gotten my hands into are mostly crumpled 1 and 10 dollar bill.
"The apartment down the street, 7 kilometres down from here"
She opened her mouth in a gape. I had to snap my finger in front of her face to snap her back.
"7 kilometres? That's a long way if you walk by foot...and you go like this everyday?"
I nodded. "That's fine, I've walked to school since I was this waist-high" lowering my hands to my waist, I showed her the exact height.
She tossed me another helmet "Then hop on, I've got a spare helmet for you. I'm driving you home"
I shot a grateful smile to her, adjusting the helmet, I hopped on Korra's motorbike. I squealed in an unmanly voice as she accelerated into a dangerously high-speed.
It's quite nice to get home early, I thanked Korra for driving me home before making my way to the third floor. Opening the door of my room and flick the lights on, I put my backpack on the floor and my books on the table. Heading to the bathroom, grabbing the new bar of soap and tossing my dirty PE pants and shirt on a basket near the bathroom, cold water soothe my aching muscle and cleaning all the dirt from my body. After bath, I picked a clean shirt and a pair of shorts, turn the lights off before letting myself collapsed in bed.
So that's my first ever fanfic chapter, a bit messed up on the tenses! Constructive criticism gratefully accepted! Happy reading!