Aang balled his fists.
This was reallygetting annoying.
Katara, sitting with her friends at their lunch table, was flicking moon peach pits at him. His back was facing them, but he could clearly hear the girls chatting and giggling behind him. He groaned into his hand.
"Zuko, what am I going to do about Katara?" he asked in despair. Zuko looked up from his book.
"What do you mean? If you like her, go ask her out. It's easy. That's how Mai and that one dude got together." His response earned him a glare from Aang.
"I do NOT like her: she's flicking peach pits at my head!" he exclaimed exasperatedly. Zuko shrugged and placed a bookmark in his paperback novel.
"So tell her to stop!" Aang looked mortified.
"I can't do that!" he hissed at his friend. Zuko leaned his face on his hand.
"And why not? Aren't you bothered that she's throwing peach pits at you? She's been doing it to you for the past week, and every time you complain, and every time I tell you to go talk to her." The bald boy was about to answer when another pit hit his head.
"Ow," he grumbled, and rubbed his head. He turned to look at Katara, who had collapsed in a fit of giggles, along with her blind friend Toph Bei Fong. The two were the queens of the school, and almost every boy had a crush on at least on of them. Suki had less crushes, because she was seeing someone else, Katara's brother. Aang looked back at his friend.
"Zuko, I can't just go up to her and tell her to stop!" Zuko rolled his eyes and held his hand out. Aang placed a couple pits that they had thrown at him in the pale boy's palm.
"Yeah. Because you like her."
Aang slumped forward and hit his face with his hand. He remained like that even when he heard movement in front of him: he assumed Zuko had gone to throw away his trash, until he heard the raven-haired teen's voice behind him.
"Katara?" Aang whipped around. Oh no, oh no, Zuko's going to tell her that I like her even though I don't! She looked up from her friends.
"Yes?" Aang watched as he opened his palm and showed the girl the pits in his hand.
"Aang seems to be complaining of an odd pain in the back of his head during lunch. Will you please stop tossing these pits at him?" asked Zuko courteously. Katara smiled sweetly at him as her friends were reduced to teary-eyed, giggling girls, covering their mouths to desperately muffle their laughter. Zuko's cheeks turned faintly pink, but he made no motion to show that he was embarrassed. It was probably just the heat: the lunch room's AC was always broken.
"Oh, of course, Zuko. I'm sorry. I won't throw moon peach pits at him anymore, I promise," she said. "Girls' honor," she added.
Aang mentally snorted. There is no such thing, Katara. Zuko nodded as if satisfied, and walked back to their table.
"There, now she'll stop tossing peach pits at you," he said, then, gathering his belongings, he walked out of the lunchroom.
"Thanks, Zuko!" Aang called out, and then finally smiled, and cracked open the book he was supposed to read for next period. He got to the third chapter before he hit his head on the table in frustration. Something had hit the back of his head. Again.
Katara had begun flicking grapes at him.
