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Asami knew about the stupid kiss already. Even before I pulled her aside and told her that I had something to confess, because standing there and watching her hurt was just too much.
Maybe I should just be glad that she's not too angry. For all that we got a rough start, I think we're friends now. And I'd hate to see that ruined before it can even really get anywhere.
So, we've reached an arrangement. Or rather, I made it clear to her that I'm done with Mako—at least as far as that goes.
I meant what I said. I'm done with him. But...oh, spirits, I'm nowhere near over him.
Not even my team are going to see me cry. That's not to say that I don't.
I try to avoid Mako as best I can; and end up avoiding everyone but Naga, really. After all, she's not going to ask annoying questions about why I'm avoiding Mako—or, worse yet, expect me to talk about it.
The one high point is that I'm training harder than ever, even if it is mainly out of some pathetic effort to not think about Mako. As if that trick ever works.
And then, it happens: One day, my mind just wanders back to what happened the night before the kiss. Specifically, laughing it up with Bolin at Narook's, and how much fun that was.
I can trust him, right? I don't want to rub his face in all the drama with his brother, but I'm sure he'd let me cry it out on his shoulder. And...
...what.
No.
I can't be thinking that about Bolin's shoulders—how I'd somehow managed not to notice how thick and strong they are. Or about the times I've seen his face go from cheery to determined. Or about the fact that—even as everything's turning upside down—he's still able to be his usual cheery self at all. Or his eyes.
I'm nowhere near over his brother. How am I this confused?
