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"What is wrong with you?!?" she heard her brother scream at her. "You can't just make out with anyone you met in detention! That's morally unsound!"
"What about Suki? And Yue? And Ty Lee? And Jin? And-"
"That's my life and my business. I didn't ask you to get involved!"
She was about to ask who told him to get involved, when she remembered that she did herself.
Dammit.
Taking a deep, calming breath, she started: "Look, can you just tell me what I should do?"
"Not until you tell me who you kissed."
Yeah. Like that was gonna happen.
"Please Sokka! Professor Iroh will be back any moment! What will I do then?"
"Just tell me who you kissed. It can't be all that bad. Come on. Who was it? Was it Haru? That's not bad. I thought you had gotten over him."
"It wasn't Haru Sokka."
"Then just tell me who it was! It can't be all that bad."
Not in a million years, Katara thought.
"You kissed Zuko?!?" Sokka screamed at her ten minutes later, his face turning purple.
Katara was sitting with her feet up on the table thinking about the best way to kill herself.
Iroh had been taking a stroll down the halls of Bending High for Gifted Students, when he by chance passed by the boys bathroom. He was hearing a continuous stream of swear words coming from the lavatory. His day just kept getting better.
Taking a deep breath, Iroh bravely stepped into the bathroom, preparing himself to face his inevitable doom.
When would those boys learn that drugs were bad for them? He thought that Professor Zhao had already been sacked for distributing drugs. Wasn't that enough? Apparently it wasn't, Iroh thought as he saw the door of the cubicle looking like it was being beaten up… badly.
This boy had it bad too. He was screaming these swear words to himself, as he could not detect a second voice. Oh no. Not another lunatic with an imaginary friend! Hadn't that freshman Bumi been enough?
"Son, are you alright in there?" Sokka heard the voice of one of the most beloved teachers of BHGS saying to him. What to do… the amateur water bender wondered. He decided that if he kept quiet long enough, Iroh might think that he imagined all the screaming and the banging and the swearing and the…
So he kept quiet.
Iroh rolled his eyes. Why did all the students think he was an idiot? It must have been that time he called Jun on speaker in the cafeteria.
Oh well, his loss, Iroh thought as he shot a blast of fire at the hinges of the door, knocking it straight off, and as fast as he could, he grabbed the confused youth in the cubicle and pinned his hands to his back.
Yup, Iroh thought with a grin. I've still got it.
And that was how Sokka found himself in detention five minutes later, for bringing a cell phone to school. That was also how he found out about who Katara really kissed.
The look of horror that spread throughout his features when he entered the detention room was unforgettable.
Zuko put so much effort into not laughing that he choked on his own saliva, and Professor Iroh had to thump him on the back to make his face the right colour again. Zuko was scary when he turned red.
"Now," Iroh said, shooting a disapproving look at a fuming Sokka who was glaring at Katara and Zuko, "I was going to tell headmaster Roku about what you two were doing," he said, looking firmly into Katara and Zuko's eyes, "But he was busy-"
"Kyoshi…" the three teenagers muttered under their breaths.
"Yes, well, now I have decided to put your brother in detention instead. I believe he will give you a suitable punishment by the look he is giving you two."
Zuko and Katara gulped. Zuko was about to put his arm around Katara when he realized that would just make things much, much worse. Well, at least Sokka wouldn't be able to do anything to them whilst Iroh was there. For once he was happy to have his uncle around.
"I have to go to the bathroom!" Iroh announced happily (after sitting in his chair for about three seconds) as if it were the best thing in the world. "I have an upset stomach so I'll be long. Don't do anything that could get you into trouble!"
Winking at the teenagers, he went whistling out the door, leaving Katara and Zuko to be shredded to pieces.
Or not… he thought as he walked in fifteen minutes later, figuring that he didn't really want the two dead, just punished. However, what he saw astonished him to say the least.
He found Sokka frozen to a wall, with an ice dagger at his throat. Oh why did Pakku have to teach the water benders that trick?
"And if you ever call me a whore again, Sokka I swear to God…"
"You did what with my sister?" Zuko asked; a hint of malice in his eyes, and two flames dancing in his hands. Alright… so he didn't exactly like his sister, but Sokka didn't know that… and it was a nice way to shift the blame.
That was what Katara was thinking too. She had been called worse things, however, shifting the blame was very easy, and she and Zuko made a nice team.
Sokka gulped. What had he gotten himself into? He should have minded his own business, and maybe then Katara would have minded hers. But as soon as he started yelling at the – Sokka shuddered – happy couple, Katara had to bring up Azula. And then when he said it wasn't right to go around kissing random boys, she called him a hypocrite! He had been very quick to remind her that he didn't go around kissing boys in detention, but she asked him to prove it! And when he told her there was a name for people who make out with people they don't even know she said he called her a whore!
Sokka shook his head… the universe just loved torturing him.
So there he was, frozen to a wall by his (probably hormonal) sister, and an angry brother waiting to fry him. He knew how his sister was like this time of month and hoped the angry brother would get to him first.
Thankfully, neither did, as Professor Iroh happily strolled in the door just as his sister made an ice dagger.
Thank God for little favors.
The inner sports instructor inside Iroh made him separate the three, making them sit in opposite corners of the room.
Grumbling about how he was never paid enough, he sat down in his chair in the front, warning the three that they were very close to having their parents called.
Then he sat with his head in his hands, leaving the students to glare at each other.
Katara sat wondering what she had gotten herself into. It wasn't even her fault! All she had done was offer to help him out with his homework, and he swung out his hand to reach for a pencil, but it (accidentally) went too far hitting her in the stomach (because everyone knows that jocks have terrible hand eye co-ordination) making her fall to the floor, letting him be the "hero" and catch her.
Then he kissed her.
Sure she should have stopped him, but really: she was a girl getting her first kiss from Prince Zuko. What was she supposed to have done? Slapped him? Yeah right.
And maybe she shouldn't have let it get so heated that she knocked him over, causing Professor Iroh to wake up, but it was his fault for being such a light sleeper. And it was Zuko's fault for being such a good kisser.
It wasn't her fault. It never was.
Then why was Sokka screaming at her (after school let out) on the way home, telling her that it was all her fault and he was going to tell mom and dad?
It was confirmed.
Her life was never meant to be good.
Dammit.
A/N: Review! Next chapter: What happens after detention. Expect two or three more chapters to this story.
