Oop. I feel bad for not updating but I didn't have the time or will to do it. sorry! X_X yeah you have permission to kill me in my sleep. Hopefully, you wouldn't want to because I still need to finish this story! Haha.. yeah and on we go.
Disclaimer: I am a broke college student so no ownership for me.
"I am just going to run and hope no one will notice," Zuko dropped his skates into Katara's hand, "Return those for me?"
Katara laughed while shaking her head, "You are going to be on the news tomorrow for being indecent in public."
"Then, I will just have to explain that someone enjoys stripping others of their clothes," a big grin accompanied Zuko's comment.
"Get to it already before people figure out your size."
"Yes, m'am."
"I guess I will just drop you off at Sokka's place then?"
"Yeah. Thanks. Today was fun."
"Anytime," Zuko swallowed before hoping to the heavens that he can channel James Bond right then and there.
"Do you want to hang out?"
Katara stared at him blankly.
"Er. I meant you know later on in the school year or something," he feels the urge to go hide in a hole. Too bad, that would have to wait till he is thoroughly humiliated.
"Oh. Hmm… Sure. Hold on."
She proceeded to pull out her phone. He thought for a second she was going to make this easier for him by offering her number. However, life just loved seeing him squirm. Instead, she glanced at her screen and told him that Sokka is worried about her and should get up stairs.
I. Am. Going. To. Kill. Sokka.
"Yeah. I guess I will see you around then," he forced a smile on while waving goodbye to her.
The moment Katara reached for the doorbell; the door swung open with an audible loud SLAM!. An infuriated Sokka blocked the doorway with eyes demanding for information.
"Was that Zuko I saw with you?"
"No? Well, what do you mean by 'saw with me'? Technically… he was next to me…"
With a slightly raised voice, he warned her, "Katara. Don't try this. I am a literature major. You will not win this war."
Her nervous laughter filled the enraged environment, "Calm down, Sokka. We didn't do anything. What is so bad about him anyways?"
Her reply pushed him off the edge and he screeched his response, "Didn't we go over this! I told you that guy is all about SEX!"
"He seemed quite nice to me."
"There is nothing NICE about him. You don't know him Katara. He…!" he flung his arm up and down matching the escalation of his voice. His hand tightened to a fist.
"He what? He isn't even close to you and you are trying to pass judgments."
The next few sentences came out in a rush. "He forced my crush to have sex with him when she clearly didn't want to. Then, he broke up with her the day afterwards with the reason of her sucking in bed."
"…Are you sure about this?"
"Of course. When have I ever lied to you before?"
"True. It is just hard to believe… he is so…" she sighed.
He gently turned her face to him with the hand he placed underneath her chin. Looking into her eyes with a steady gaze, he whispered, "Trust me."
"Yeah. Where is everyone else?"
"They all went home while you were out. You were gone for a few hours now," he rubbed his neck a little before muttering out, "Sorry about last night. I didn't think you would get here a day early."
A weak smile forced its way on her face, "It's okay. Good thing the door was unlocked. Otherwise, I would have to sleep on the streets."
Meanwhile, Zuko distractedly drove himself home. Trees and pedestrians blurred by as he conversed with himself.
Good job, hot shot. That was amazingly smooth. I understand the hesitation, but that was plain pathetic.
Shut up. I havn't done this in awhile. Plus, I never felt this… free before.
Falling in love now?
Ha. That will be the day. I don't believe in love anymore.
Alright, I think I have a vague idea where I am taking this. It might just take awhile for me to type it all out.