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At the end of the week, Katara lost a total of four pencils to Zuko. She didn't even know why she kept giving them to him but Katara thought it was because she would always help out someone in need.
But when he asked for a fifth one in Biology class, she put her foot down. Zuko looked adorable when he pouted... Wait, where did that come from?
Katara didn't think he was adorable, Zuko was far from it (maybe not that far). Katara shouldn't have been thinking like that. So why did she feel a little turning in her stomach when Zuko gave up on bugging her for a pencil and ask the girl in front of them? Explain that one to Katara because she has no clue.
She decided to get off the topic of Zuko while she was heading to gym. She had more important things to worry about.
Namely, fitness testing.
Running a mile, pushups and situps. It was too much to handle. Katara was more of a swimming or even sitting on the couch and reading sort of person. She was not the sort of person who liked to get sweaty and have to change in the girls locker room.
Just thinking of it made Katara shiver.
Katara navigated through the congested hallways hoping not get jostled into a wall or onto an unexpecting student. Finally reaching her locker, She opened the lock and threw her books inside.
Now she had to run down the even more crowded hallway to get to the other side of the school where the gym was.
Grabbing her backpack, She ran down the hall just missing running into Aang. His blue arrow beanie was in his hands and his short black hair was sticking up all over the place.
"Hi Katara.. Uh... I was won-" Aang was cut off by a frantic Katara.
"No time to talk. I'm late." Feeling bad for cutting off Aang, Katara gave him an apologetic smile over her shoulder.
Finally reaching her destination, Katara slammed into the locker room door and started to change into her gym clothes.
Katara almost fell over trying to put a sock on but luckily no one was watching to see. Katara passed all the other girls trying to apply makeup before gym. Idiots.
Reaching for the door, Katara self conscious tried to pull down her shorts. She hated short shorts and that's just what the girls had to wear for gym.
At least the colors of their high school were blue and white, two of Katara's favorite colors. Not that that fact made it any less embarrassing to have your underwear showing to half of the class made up of males.
The torcher started right as Katara went into the gymnasium. Being the odd person in the class with no friends, Katara didn't have a partner for the push up and sit ups part.
Katara would have been happy to be partnerless but one person has to count how many of each type she manages to accomplish. But that was probably a good thing, Katara was vertically challenge when it came to math. But the odds of her messing up counting was slim.
Luckily the gym teacher was able to find her a partner.
Unluckily that partner was Zuko.
Why oh why does this keep happening to her. Can't she just get a break from this guy?
Finding a corner of the gym that wasn't occupied, Katara knelt down into the pushup position.
"I want to go first." Zuko whined.
Rolling her eyes, Katara said "To bad." She left no room for argument.
Grumbling, Zuko sat criss cross applesauce in front of her. He better not stare at her for the whole time. If he was, this was going to throw Katara off. She needed to the best at these push ups. She could not afford to be distracted by a pair of gold eyes.
Katara looked down at the ground waiting for the cue that would signal the start.
The gym teacher blew his whistle. The voice recording started to play.
Up. Down.
Up. Down.
So far so good. Katara wasn't even breaking a sweat.
Up. Down.
Up. Down.
Up. Down.
The robotic voice coming out of the stereos followed this pattern 15 more times.
Katara's arms were starting to shake. She had never done 20 push ups in a row before. To some people who were athletically gifted this was not problem but to her? This was a new recorded, something to be proud of. Apparently some other people didn't see it this way.
The next time the voice said Down, Katara felt something banging against her arm causing her to fall.
Katara was infuriated. She looked up at the person she had in mind. Zuko's face was blank. No smirk or satisfaction in his eyes to show that he caused her to fall and thus stopping her time.
"You did that on purpose." Katara was fuming. How dare he.
"I didn't do anything." Zuko narrowed his eyes. He said it with such turthfulness that she almost believed him.
But being the egotistical jerk that he was, she choose not to trust the possible truth in his words.
The rest of gym class went by without a hitch. Well... almost.
Somehow Zuko did mysteriously faceplant while doing push ups. Katara honestly didn't know what happened but the look on Zuko's face when he fell was so priceless, she almost wished she had made him fall sooner.
Okay, so maybe Katara did know what happened.
The school bell rang.
Katara had been staring at the clock in last period willing it to go faster. Her eyelids were dropping when the bell went off. Saying that it looked like she had a spaz attack was an understatement.
Her head and hands shot up so fast, that she threw all her papers onto the floor and might have accidently hit Zuko in the face.
Luckily the teacher had stepped out of the room before he could have seen that little incident.
"Watch where you wave your arms next time. You could have broken my nose." Zuko stood over her rubbing his nose.
Katara looked up at him sheepishly. "I'm sure if I did it would have been an improvement to your face."
Zuko scowled not that that was anything new. He always scowled around her. "I guess I will see you at 12:30." Walking away Zuko purposely walked on her papers.
What a jerk.
Katara checked the calendar. It was Saturday all right. She was hoping that she would sleep through this day and not have to work on the project.
She checked the clock.
9:36am
Tee minus three hours till he came over. Katara wasn't even dressed yet. She decided it was as good as time as any to actually get up out of bed.
She untangled herself from the toasty covers and dropped her bare feet on the floor. The floor was to cold for Katara this early in the morning.
She hoped her way over to the dresser, minimizing as much contact as she could with the floor.
She pulled the most comfortable clothes she owned at of her draws. Katara if had to work on this project with Zuko she was going to be in comfort wear. She didn't care what he thought of her.
Hopping her way over to her attached bathroom, she turned on the shower. She turned on the hot water as high as it would go.
Once steam filled the bathroom, Katara got undressed and headed in.
The hot water flowed over her, warming up her chilled skin.
Figuring Sokka was going to yell at her for using up all the hot water, Katara finished showering.
She walked out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself. She opened the bathroom door allowing all the steam to escape and warm up her room.
She walked over to her nightstand.
The clock now read 10:24am.
Katara slightly panic. She was in there longer than she thought she was going to be. Katara still had to get dress and eat breakfast.
Hoping music would energize her into getting ready quicker, she upped the volume on her old ipod.
Remember when we were lost at sea?
We would look at the bright night sky
Thinking of, what we could be
What we could be
How to spend our lives
Katara put on her yoga pants and started to pull on her shirt. She almost fell back onto her bed when she almost tripped on her pants leg. But no one can prove that was true.
Remember when we had nothing left?
We were strung out in the cold
Holding on, trying to save our breath
Trying to save our breath
We would not let go
Whoa
Through the good, through the bad and ugly
Whoa
We'll conquer anything
Katara made her way over to the now cold bathroom to start brushing her teeth and drying her hair. Putting toothpaste on the toothbrush, Katara swayed to the chorus.
'Cause one day we're gonna come back
And laugh at it all
One day we'll look at the past
With love, love
One day we're gonna come back
And relive those thoughts
One day we'll look at the past
With love, love
With love, love
By the end she was starting to sing. Katara looked at herself in the mirror. Blue eyes stared back at her. There were bags under her eyes. She had a bit of toothpaste near the corner of her mouth. Her hair was down around her still wet. Her sweatshirt had holes in it. All in all, Katara thought she looked presentable.
She went to pause the music.
She left her room at the same time Sokka was coming out of his.
"Next time do not blast music at ten o'clock in the morning." Sokka said pushing in front of her to get down the stairs first. He rubbed his hand over his face as if hoping that would get rid of the sleepiness.
"I am sorry I awoke his majesty from his slumber." Katara mocked bowed form the top of the stairs.
"Rightfully so my good servant. His majesty's stomach demands breakfast."
Katara snorted. She was so not making his breakfast. "Make it yourself." Katara skipped passed him and sat herself comfortably on the stool in the kitchen, waiting for the show.
Watching her brother make breakfast is the funniest thing the world. All Katara had to do was sit back and watch it unfold.
It's hard enough for Sokka to boil water. She couldn't wait to see how he would cook pancakes.
Sokka was fishing a shell out of the batter, when Katara couldn't control her laughter anymore.
Katara's laugh was interrupted by the door.
The sound of the door bell marked the beginning of the end.
This is probably the longest chapter I have ever written, it's just under 2k words. I hope you like this one. Don't worry the chapter will be better and feature them working on the project.
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