A/N: Thanks for checking for my story guys. This is first bit of writing I've ever put out publicly so any advice, comments, ideas you guys have for it I'd love to hear. Anything good or bad will be most welcome. At any rate, I got the next two weeks or so free so updates should be coming out very quickly. A quick shout out as well to The Republic City Miracle by Attropus, Forbidden Love by dwaaaaaatt and Sato, Number 22, Shooting Guard by Midori Akiko for doing awesome work and providing a lot of inspiration for me. Check that stuff out. Happy reading!

- Nach0 Chee5e

This could not be happening, her life was over. Korra glared at the math test in her hands, hoping that perhaps if she stared long enough it might erupt into flames and cease to have ever existed in the first place. "How could I do so poorly?" She lamented to herself. She didn't want to believe it but there it was staring her right in the face, a giant 40% written in bold red letters with a note to see her teacher after class.

She had needed to do well on this test to keep her calculus grade above failing; if she failed the class then she'd get taken off the softball team. That could not happen, she had spent far too many hours working on her fielding, learning plate discipline, and building her strength in the weight room to get kicked off the team now. All the college scouts were coming to their the conference final game in two weeks, Korra knew if she played well she could snag a scholarship to play in college, and with her family's financial situation that was going to absolutely necessary.

Inevitably the school bell rung, signaling the end of the period and her impending judgment day. She shuffled her papers and pencils, taking as long to pack up as she could, hoping if she delayed long enough maybe her worst fears wouldn't come to pass. Alas, she had got everything into her bag and the class had emptied out, her teacher Mrs. Clark sat at her desk and waited for Korra to join her. "For whom the bell tolls I suppose." Korra muttered to herself as she trudged up to the front desk.

"So, I assume you know what this score means concerning your grade in this class." Mrs. Clark began. "I'm afraid as it stands now, you will not be able to receive a passing grade in my course."

"Please, Mrs. Clark, there has to be something I can do! I studied as hard as I could for this, as hard as I've studied for anything, ever. I can't fail calculus, it will ruin everything." Korra pleaded with her teacher, her emotions threatening to bubble out of control. She felt tears beginning to well up in her eyes and she fought to keep them at bay.

Mrs. Clark appraised the girl in front of her with sympathy, she knew what this grade would do to her athletic opportunities, and she also knew that those opportunities were her only hope of getting into a college. She had to admit that over past week she had seen Korra hard at work after class in the library several times with her calculus book, trying to learn the material. She'd never seen that before. "I really am sorry Korra, but my hands are tied here. I can't pass you just because of your athletics. I need to know that you understand the material, and as of now I just can't justify that."

Korra hung her head in shame; she couldn't hold back the tears any longer as they began to stream down her face. She turned toward the door, and while fighting back full sobs she sprinted to get out of the room to avoid embarrassing herself further. As she reached the door at full speed something unexpected happened. As her hand came within inches of the door knob it suddenly opened. Caught off guard Korra was unable to stop or change directions. Instead she crashed headfirst into the girl who had opened the door from the other side. They collided and went tumbling out into the hallway, Korra's bag sailed across the hallway and into the lockers on the far side, and she landed flat out on top of the other girl.

It took a few seconds for what just occurred to register in her head but as soon as it did, Korra sprung up unto her feet with cat like grace and extend a hand down to the girl whom she had bowled over with the intent of apologizing and making sure she was ok. As soon as her eyes made contact however her breath hitched and her condolences died on her lips. She had become lost in the most stunning pair of green eyes she had ever seen, they seemed to pierce into her very soul and Korra could feel the intelligence radiating from within them. When she finally managed to break herself from the girl's gaze she found herself glancing over the rest of her appearance, taking in the smooth raven locks flowing down her back, her flawless countenance, and the way her impeccable outfit highlighted how extremely attractive the girl was. Her eyes made their way back to the women's face where she the look of shock that had been apparently earlier was now replaced with a smirk on her lips, laughter in her eyes, and an aura of sincere confidence. "So, were you planning on helping me up or just stand there staring with a slack jaw for a while longer?"

It was only then that Korra noticed that the girl had already reached up and gasped her outreached hand. She laid there waiting for Korra to help her up as she had gawked at her. Korra felt a blush becoming apparent across her face as she stumbled over her words with embarrassment as she pulled the girl up. "I'm so sorry, I didn't see you, and I was running, and there was a door, and I couldn't stop, and you were right there, just sorry."

The girl who was now revealed to stand a few inches taller than Korra chuckled at the athlete's poor attempt at excusing herself. "Don't worry about it, its alright. That adorable ramble more than makes up for it." The girl stated winking at Korra as she straightened her somewhat disheveled clothing.

The formerly slowly growing blush now exploded across Korra's face. "I, I gotta go." Korra hurriedly squeaked out at the now grinning girl and sprinted down the hall and out the front doors of the school building. "What the hell just happened?"