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Asami opened the door to her mansion. Despite her constantly bragging about her wonderful rich girl life, it wasn't all that great. Her dad was gone, as usual. Her mother-she was gone too. Just when Asami needed her most. Asami let tears escape her eyes as she studied the framed picture of her mother, her dad and herself.

"Why, mom?" she whispered. "Why doesn't Mako like me?" Silence was her only answer. "I'm so mean to him, I know!" Asami said, breaking down. "But when people treat you like you're the type of girl who likes to rub in the fact that she's rich, you start to act like her! You're reputation is ruined!" She started crying loudly.

"Asami dear, who are you talking to?" Asami heard her father's voice behind her.

"Dad! I, just, umm, was talking to myself," Asami said, embarrassed. When did he walk in? she wondered. Then she realized he wasn't alone.

"Darling, I'd like to introduce you to Iroh. He's got in interest in automobiles, so I told him he could apprentice with me," Hiroshi Sato said, beaming widely. "He is the legendary Fire Lord Zuko's grandson, did you know?" Iroh blushed.

"Well, it's not that big of a deal, you know. Grandpa's great and all, but I really don't usually bring him up that much, you know?" Iroh said. "He says his days of glory are behind him."

"I find it just marvelous!" Hiroshi said gleefully. "Oh Iroh, and this is my daughter Asami." Asami frowned slightly at how he put her off like an afterthought.

"Dad, we've met. Iroh and I go to the same school," Asami said, annoyed. "Which you'd know if you bothered to listen to me for once!" She glared at him ferociously, but Hiroshi didn't pay attention to her out-of-character outburst.

"Well, then, you make him feel at home, Asami," Hiroshi said. "Show him the pool, or the rooms, or your room..."

"I get it dad," Asami interrupted him. God, could Hiroshi be anymore eager for her and Iroh to bond? She suspected it was because Iroh was Fire nation royalty, and he had his own plans with this. She gestured for Iroh to follow her up the stairs.

"Sorry about that," Asami said once they were alone. "My dad..he and I don't have that good of a relationship." She fiddled with a strand of dark hair.

"You don't have that good of a relationship with lots of people, huh?" Iroh said. "Including me." He looked sad, he whispered that last part, but Asami had heard one.

"When people assume you're a spoiled daddy's girl, you start to pretend so," Asami said softly. "I was a real jerk to you Iroh, and I'm sorry. I was being a monster and I was just too strung up on being popular that I just assumed I could just...play with your heart." She shamefully remembered her own words.

"Look Iroh, I know you like me. But honestly, I'll only think of you as a friend. There's cuter guys."

Iroh did seem to remember, but he was quick to insist he hadn't. "No, no, it's not your fault. It's hard for you to know so, but high status can really affect a person," he said. "No hard feelings." He then smiled in his charming way, and Asami had to tell herself to snap out of it. She could only focus on getting him for her plan. The plan. The plan. The plan. No matter how many times she said it, she wasn't convinced.

"So, maybe you'd like to go out sometime? I never did finish giving you that tour of Republic city," Asami said, smiling but feeling sleazy. She couldn't back out on Bolin now.

"Ah, sure," Iroh said, surprised but pleased. "I'll meet you outside that restaurant you showed me the other day." Asami nodded then realized she just accepted a date from Iroh. To her and Mako's place. She suddenly felt overwhelmingly nervous.

...

"Hi Korra!" Bolin said, seeing her walking into the kitchen of his house. "What are you doing here?" Korra flashed him a grin and helped herself to a drink out of Bolin's cup.

"Just waiting till Mako comes in. He's doing something to his car and told me to go in," Korra said. "What are you doing?" Bolin blushed but tried to act cool.

"Oh, you know, just..." then he remembered he was supposed to act heartbroken. "Just being sad and alone!" He said dramatically, then proceeded to sniffling. Korra got concerned.

"Oh, Bolin! What happened?" she asked. Bolin wiped at imaginary tears.

"Nothing. Asami just broke up with me, that's all," Bolin said. "But thanks for caring about me." He genuinely smiled.

"Asami did what?" Mako's harsh tone of voice pierced the conversation. Korra and Bolin glanced up at him.

"She broke up with Bolin," Korra said sadly. "I think he needs a bit of help with this." She stared at Mako with a help-him look. Mako sighed and stood by a fakely sobbing Bolin.

"Look bro, Asami plays everyone. She was just stringing you along to get back at me because I told her we wouldn't get back together," Mako said.

"How cliché!" Bolin said. "I'm such a fool for beliving her. Can I get a hug?" He spread his arms out, playing ever the innocent.

"Hell no," Mako said, leaving. Korra glared at him and hugged Bolin herself. Bolin felt better from his "sadness". But he felt bad all the same. He felt guilty.

...

Bolin had left with some bogus excuse about meeting a friend. Mako suspected he went with Asami, but didn't dwell on that.

"Korra, do you think Bolin's acting weird?" Mako said, sitting down next to his girlfriend on the couch.

"No, I think he looks happy," Korra said. "When he left right now, you think he'd never even heard the name Asami!" She snuggled against Mako. Mako was distraught.

"I should've known Asami would do something like this," he said. "I could've stopped it."

"I know Bolin, and I know he can handle it. He's probably just unhappy how you always get in his business like he can't clean up his own messes," Korra said, squeezing Mako's hand.

"Because he can't," Mako said. "My brother's acting shady, and it's all because of..."

"Don't say Asami," Korra warned. "You've been talking about her so much, I'm starting to think it's you who is getting a little jealous of your ex'rirlfriend and your brother."

"That's crazy!" Mako said. "I'm not jealous!"

"Jealous, jealous, my little Mako's jealous," Korra sing-songed.

"Stop singing, you're hurting my ears!" Mako laughed, tackling Korra while she shreiked and giggled.

This chapter, I tried to make it more than Asami's POV, and I'd love it if you guys tell me what you think. If there's mispellings, my controls are on Spanish for some reason, and I can't fix it. It's telling me everything is spelled wrong and I have to try and figure out which grammar thing is on each key now. So annoying. Thanks!