Ok so it's like 1:30am. And im bein all chill, watchin me some breaking dawn part one. And I seriously CANT STAND IT. MY FEELS.

THIS

IS

TOO

ADORABLE

THEY'RE GETTING MARRIED!

DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA

No. No. No.

I had sex? With Mako?

Well… he was in his boxers and I was in my under garments so I guess we did.

Wow. I had just had sex.

I wasn't drunk. I hoped he wasn't either. It was… special to me. I didn't love him but it was still special. He's my best friends brother.

Holy shit. I slept with my best friends brother.

But the way he held me, so protective and loving. I slowly worked my way out of his arms, slipping a pillow into my place. He kissed the top of the pillow, were my head would've been. On the outside I was like, "what? Nothing goin on here." But on the inside I was like "OH MY HOLY FUCK THAT IS SOOOOO ADORABLE!"

So I tip-toed out of the door and ran for my life. Bolin couldn't know. Bolin could never know.

Part of me hoped that Mako would pretend nothing happened.

But the other part… it wanted Mako to stop flirting with other girls. It wanted him to only like me.

But, we all know Mako and what he does. Sex is nothing special to him.

Many girls have claimed to have 'gotten to second base' with him but never gone the whole way.

Don't I feel special?

I got to my house and tried sneaking upstairs. Tried. My mother was waiting in the kitchen.

My mom isn't strict. Like, at all. She's one of those moms that your guy friends call a 'cougar' and 'sexy'. It's really weird.

I look like my mom, thank the lord. We both have light brown hair, tainted a little by the sun, we both have bright blue eyes, and we're both tan. She calls me her 'perfect cheerleader'.

Everyone thinks that.

'Who's that Korra chick everyone's talking about?'

'Oh, Korra? She's the definition of perfect.'

Psh. PSH. PSHHHH. NO! I'm not perfect. I have serious issues. Insecurities. Problems.

"Korra." My mother groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Where the heck have you been?"

"I just spent the night with Bolin." I rubbed my eyes and yawned.

"Oh? Bolin? Well I hope you two had fun." She raised her eyebrows. She loved Bolin. She wanted him to be my boyfriend. She knows that he's sweet, respectful, and loving, as do i. But he's my best friend. And I know if things ended badly between us we would never return to our friendship which I would probably die without.

"Mom. He's my best friend. Grossssss."

She laughed. This is just how me and my mom were. Best friends.

Which is why I don't like Frank, her boyfriend. He's a cheater. I swear, he makes her cry every other week. Plus, he flirts with me. WITH ME.

Frank is 30. My mother is 33 years old. I'm 17 years old.

My mom had me when she was 16. Her parents kicked her out. My dad and his family took her in and my parents got married. At 17, my parents were married. And they didn't ever regret it, not once.

I knew my dad very well. I was 10 when he disappeared.

He didn't leave us, I won't believe that. He loved me. A ton. He loved me so much. And he still does, wherever he is.

I love him back, too.

The only fight I've ever had with my mother was when she started dating Frank. My mom was married. She couldn't be a cheater like Frank.

Anyways…

I got into a sleeveless grey 'coca-cola' shirt and black ripped up shorts. The sleeve cuts went down so low you could see my pink sports bra. I wore black sambas.

Mako's car pulled into my driveway. Crud.

I got into the back seat, because thank the lord, Bolin came to school today. I could feel Mako's glare in the back of my head. What? It's not like he's never walked out on someone. Geez.

I stumbled out of the car and made my way to my locker. But suddenly I was pulled into a classroom. An empty classroom.

"I missed you this morning." His unbelievably sexy voice whispered in my ear. His arms were around my waist and his breath was warm against my neck. I shivered involuntarily.

"Uh… what?" I ask, spinning myself around so I could look at his face. Please, please just act like nothing happened.

"Comeon, Korra. Don't act like nothing happened last night." He smiled cockily.

I groaned. "It was a mistake."

"You weren't drunk and neither was i. I like you, and somewhere inside of you, you like me back!" He declared.

And damn, he was right.

"I do not. I used you to get over Iroh. You did your job, thanks." I tried to make my words cold. I also tried to walk away but he held his grip.

"Oh come on. Look me in the eyes and tell me you feel nothing for me." He smirked.

I couldn't.

"Point made." He mumbled then he kissed me, sitting me done on a desk. I jerked back.

"What the heck?" I tried (once again) to sound cold, but it was soft and annoyingly mushy.

"You need to kiss better than that." He grumbled attempting to pull me in.

"What?!"

"You're sooo slowww. Oh my gosh. I like you. A ton. You like me. A little." He explained. "So you're going to give me a chance to make that 'little' a 'ton'."

"I am not!" I object.

"Or, you know, I could tell the whole school we had sex." He grinned.

I gasped. "You wouldn't dare."

He laughed a little. "Oh, but I would."

"Fine! Whatever! I'll be your freaking girlfriend! But I swear to god, you give me one tiny, megabite of a reason to break up with you and we are THROUGH. You got it."

"mhm." He mumbled, his eyes already closing. He pulled me back in. I didn't kiss back at first. "I know you can do better than that, you proved it last night." He grinned into our kiss.

I involuntarily growled. I grabbed the back of his head, lacing my fingers through his hair, and pulled him back to me.

Damn hormones.

The bell rang before long, and all I could do was blame my 'teen troubles' for totally just making out with the 'bad boy' of our school. We walked out of the classroom, one of his hands in my jean shorts pockets. People stared. They knew this move.

The arm around the shoulders- friends or flirting. Nothing serious.

The arm around the waist- dating. May or may not turn into something serious.

But the arm around the waist and the hand in the jean pocket- Taken. This is mine. Back the fuck off or I'll kill you.

Yeah. Ok.

Not.

I looked in a window to check my hair, I mean we did have a make out sesh.

"You look beautiful. You know that, right?"

I blushed furiously. "Don't push your luck, pretty boy."

People still stared.

Oh, the stares.

Envy came from the girls.

Confusion from some guys.

Anger from the guys that spent countless days flirting with me.

And… one stare of… jealousy.

Iroh.

I paled and stopped. Mako noticed and I visibly saw him bite back a growl.

"You're mine now, don't forget." He whispered in my ear, making me blush furiously once again. I hoped he didn't notice that I snuggled closer to him when he said that though. As we passed Iroh he glared at Mako and Mako smirked. "Sup, roh'?"

Iroh narrowed his eyes at Mako and blew a loose strand of his 'perfectly brushed' hair out of his eyes. He crossed his arms and walked towards his next class. Mako and I followed behind, Mako was walking me to my next class.

But of course, as gentlemen like as I thought it was, once we got to the door (open) and he kissed me. Like really kissed me. Of course he had an alternative motive. He wanted everyone who hadn't seen us in the hallway to make sure they knew I was his.

Temporarily.

I pulled back, wide-eyed and scurried off to my seat, avoiding the obvious eye contact Bolin was trying to make with me.

This was going to suck.

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