Sorry I haven't posted anything as frequently as I said I would…it's just I've been so busy.
Zuko: So she says…
LH: Ya know what? You're gonna do something ridiculous this chapter!
Katara: Zuko, haven't you learned your lesson from the last story? Don't make her…
LH: I can always get Aang to be a bad guy again…
Zuko: [shudders] Not that again…
LH: Thought so…now [shoves the script back into his hands] READ THE FRICKIN' LINES!
Zuko's point of view…
I absolutely detest school. I detest the students around me who think that everything in life is about screwing yourself over because you're born with a silver spoon in your mouth. There's some heiress or daughter of a singer/songwriter in this school getting drunk or some rich kid sniffing stuff in a corner every few seconds. Yet above all of the snobbish kids that go to this school, I hate people who are the likes of HER.
Katara Marina. Element Preparatory's own Ice Queen. She thinks she can flaunt around in her designer dresses, Aphrodite's mouth, long lashes that cover her ocean blue eyes, and mocha colored skin and think that she can fool every guy at school and be every girl's bane. Seriously…
Yet, when she stumbled into my arms that day in art class…I couldn't help but be take aback. Staring into those whirlpools of blue…I was sucked in. She looked like one of those sirens with such deadly looks, sending sailors to their death. I'm no sailor, but damn, I hate having such a soft spot for these types of things.
"I'm so sorry," she mumbled as she looked down. I wasn't looking where I was going…"
"You know what, it's okay, princess," I couldn't help but grin because she looked so cute when she's flustered. GAH. I'm getting sick just listening to these thoughts in my head…
"All right, class," Mr. Sparks said as he took his seat in front of the class. At school, he's Mr. Sparks to me, but at home, he's my Uncle Iroh. I'm not exactly sure how we're related, but our love for art confirms it. "Let's start with some basics."
Katara takes the seat in front of me and takes out her sketchpad. She starts to follow what Uncle Iroh demonstrates on the board, but then lets out a frustrated sigh.
"I can't do this," she says to herself. Her friend with the make up and the green dress just continues to that jock, Jet, not even noticing Katara's frustration.
"Here," I lean over and take her canvas, "Let me see what the problem is." I examine her paper and see that all of the angles are way too obtuse and the parts of the page not proportional, so I start to erase and fix her picture. After a few minutes, I hand it back to her and say, "There, I think that should do it. I just got you started, but you should be able to go on the path you wanted to take."
She examines the paper and then looks at me. I have no idea whether or not she's gonna slap me because I'm a peasant or yell at me for taking over her drawing…
But then, she smiled. "You're really good at this. Thanks."
"No problem," I shrug and get back to my drawing. Uncle Iroh passes by with a stern look on his face that told everyone in our area to get back to work. However, when everyone turns around to continue sketching, he shoots me a small smile and I blush. I know that look.
Good job, junior.
Shut up, Uncle.
I look at Katara, who was busily working on her picture. Maybe I didn't hate her as much as I thought I did. I guess I hate myself even more now...I didn't even smile back at her when I was done.
Later… [Back to Katara's point of view]
I swear, I could not breathe throughout that whole class. Surprisingly, it wasn't because of all of the musty smelling papers and the strong smelling paints or even the fact that there was some girl who wore acetone as her perfume. No, it was because Zuko Ember was sitting behind me throughout all of class. He even helped me start off my picture. I couldn't help but stare at him as he worked, his hands, big and strong-looking, moved quickly, yet gracefully on my paper. It was like he was creating the Mona Lisa using pencils…
I bet he thought I was some incompetent fool.
At the end of class, Suki wouldn't stop gushing about the guy who sat next to her named Jet. He's the star soccer player at Elementary Prep and he's asked me out on several occasion…all ended with me saying no and him stomping off to kick a soccer ball into the face of some unsuspecting freshman.
"He's so dreamy," Suki squealed, "We're going to a club this Friday night!"
"Isn't that a little dangerous?" I asked. It was quite concerning…thinking of Suki all alone with him in a dimly lit area full of drunkards and…
"Says you, who talked to Zuko Ember all class. I saw how you two couldn't take your eyes off of each other."
"Nuh-uh."
"Yah-uh"
"Stop being silly, Suki," I frowned, "he was just helping me out with my picture! He looked even annoyed when he was done!"
"Sure, sure…hey, maybe we can double date!"
"Forget about it!" I say as I walk to my next class.