Chapter 2
"Good job," Zuko said. "But remember, broadswords are two halves of one whole. Don't picture them as two separate weapons." Sokka nodded in understanding. "The same principle applies to your hook swords, Jet. If you use them as if they're two halves of a whole," Zuko demonstrated a few swipes and slashes on a dummy, with amazing accuracy and very little effort, "they work as a whole." Zuko smiled and handed Jet his hook swords right as a whistle blew.
"Thanks Zuko!" Sokka said, running off. Zuko waved at him in return, and turned to Jet.
"So, who are you gonna ask to the dance Zuko?" Jet asked.
Zuko blushed. "Oh, er, I don't know. What about you?"
"I'm gonna ask Katara. She's hot, she's totally into me, and an awesome bender. I'm totally gonna tap that ass." Jet flashed a winning smile and winked at Zuko. Zuko smiled weakly. Now he had one more thing to talk to Katara about.
Zuko changed quickly, without looking at anyone. ESPECIALLY Jet. The last time he looked over at Jet, he was completely naked, and wrestling with Sokka, who was naked as well. He couldn't stick out his finger as fast as his member stood up that day.
He wouldn't see Katara until lunch, but he had his next class with Sokka. He could talk to him about it. He trusted Sokka just as much as he trusted Katara.
He stumbled into the Weapons and Warfare Education classroom right as the bell rang, but luckily, Professor Fong wasn't there yet. Sokka however, was. Zuko took the seat beside him.
"Hey what's up, hotman?" Ever since Aang learned that nickname in his World History class, he's called Zuko that ever since. And since then, it's kinda caught on as Zuko's permanent nickname.
Zuko answered Sokka with a punch in the shoulder. "I have to talk to you about something. Serious."
Sokka's expression turned serious and mature. "Okay. What is it, Zuko?"
"It's about the dance. And about who I want to ask," Zuko said. Sokka nodded. "Well, I want to ask Aang."
Sokka stared in disbelief, then snorted and said "Wow."
"Well if you think there's something wrong with it!" Zuko's voice and temper started to rise to dangerous levels.
"SHHH!" Sokka had to yell. Zuko eventually calmed down. "No, I don't think there's anything wrong with it, but, I think you might want to go talk to Katara about this. She's no stranger to issues like this." Zuko tilted his head and stared at Sokka in confusion. Sokka shook his head and waved the matter away with his hand, as Professor Fong was walking in the door. Zuko turned around in his seat and put his head on his desk, ready to sleep the next hour away.