A/N:

I realize that this chapter isn't as long as the others, but I had so much fun writing it that I don't even care.

A big THANK YOU to everyone who voted in the last chapter! You guys are making this a lot of fun!

A love interest got eliminated in this chapter. Read on to find out who!

Korra felt like she was going to be sick.

She had her uniform on and she and the rest of her team were waiting to rush out onto the playing field and tear through the banner that the Spirit Squad had made for them.

It was their first football game of the season.

Too bad she could barely breathe.

"I'm going to throw up," she mumbled to herself. A few of her teammates stepped away from her.

Someone patted her shoulder and she looked up to see Bolin by her side, giving her an awkward smile.

"You'll be fine," he said reassuringly.

Korra felt her body relax a little bit. "Thanks, Bo." She bit her bottom lip in nervousness. "I thought that you were mad at me or something. You haven't talked to me in about a week."

Bolin had the decency to look ashamed of himself. "Yeah, sorry about that. I was… I was being stupid. You didn't deserve to be treated that way."

Korra nodded. A part of her felt bad, since she and Bolin really needed to talk about their kiss and what it meant, but her mind was going in a million different directions at that moment. She couldn't focus on the game and Bolin at the same time. It would be too much.

She grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze. "We can talk about it later, okay?"

He squeezed her hand back, but his expression looked strained. Korra was about to open her mouth and say something else, something that might have comforted him a little bit, when she heard the crowd out in the stadium erupt in screams.

"NOW PRESENTING YOUR FIRE FERRETS!"

The entire team charged toward the banner, and before Korra could even move her feet she felt herself being shoved forward by all the teammates standing behind her. The next thing she knew, she was out in the middle of the field.

She could barely hear, the crowd was so deafening. It was a home game, so she saw quite a few people that she knew within the stands. She spotted Asami sitting near the center of the field on the front row, and the two girls managed to wave to each other before Korra was forced to turn her attention onto the game.

Her team had lost the coin toss, so the other team would get the ball first. Korra took the bench along with the rest of the offensive members of their team.

That's when she noticed all the homemade signs.

Many people in the crowd were wildly waving around posters with her name on it—signs of encouragement and praise. Most of them were being held up by little girls and young women. Korra felt a surge of pride, and she felt the desperate, all consuming need to prove herself out on the field that night.

She could do this.

She was going to do this.

She couldn't do this.

She'd been tackled more times than she could count. She was fast, faster than any of the other boys on both teams, and perhaps that's why everyone on the other team's defense were hell bent on taking her down.

She'd pulled off her shirt and had checked her ribcage during half-time. Her skin was already black and blue.

Her body felt tender and sore, and if some burly teenage boy shoved her into the ground one more time she was certain that she was going to burst into tears.

The Fire Ferrets were winning by only a couple of points. One more touchdown might be able to ensure a victory, but Korra hadn't been able to get her hands onto the ball.

That was the other problem: Mako wouldn't pass the ball to her.

He was being a complete jackass about it too. He ignored her when she'd shout at him, and he wouldn't even look at her when he was deciding who to throw the ball to. Korra didn't see why she was bothering to play, if Mako wasn't even going to give her the opportunity to.

There was less than a minute left on the clock. The other team, desperate to score, was out for blood, and Korra found herself constantly on guard even though she never had the ball in her possession.

Mako had the ball again. Korra expected him to toss it to the skinny sophomore, like he always did, but for some unexplainable reason, he tossed it to her.

To her.

She did what she was programmed to do. She turned around and made a beeline toward the end of the field.

Seconds flew by, Korra could barely breathe because of the amount of pain that her legs and torso were in, but in the end none of it mattered.

She ran and ran and ran.

And then she scored.

Her entire team was singing to her in the boy's locker room.

She couldn't keep the large grin off of her face. Even the boys who had been standoffish with her even up to the last practice they'd had were congratulating her and giving her pats on the back.

She could barely believe that this was even happening.

Bolin pushed through a couple of players and yanked Korra into a massive hug. "You're amazing," he breathed into her ear. "You're freaking incredible, did you know that?"

She laughed and pulled out of their hug. "I was aware."

Bolin smiled down at her. He opened his mouth to say something else when the fullback clapped his hands to get everyone's attention. "Party at my house!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, and everyone in the locker room erupted into cheers.

Bolin nudged Korra with his elbow. "See you there?"

Korra ran her fingertips along her ribs. They ached, but with all the adrenaline pumping through her veins she could hardly feel any pain. "Definitely!"

She began to make her way out of the locker room. "But first I need to shower. And then I need to call Asami."

"Where is this place again?" Asami asked. To Korra's complete and utter shock, she was actually going the speed limit as they drove through a neighborhood.

Korra inspected the map on her phone. "Turn right at the stop sign. The party should be at the first house of the left."

Asami nodded, briefly taking her gaze away from the road in order to smile at Korra. "Think that there will be anything to drink?"

Korra snorted. "It's a high school party thrown by a popular football player. I'm pretty sure that there will be drinks."

As they slowed to a stop in front of the house, both Asami and Korra's jaws had practically fallen off, considering how quickly they had dropped them. Students were everywhere. They were in the house, all over the front lawn, and Korra was pretty sure that she saw a pool filled with kids in the backyard.

"Holy crap," she breathed.

Asami turned to look at Korra, wide eyed. "The cops are so going to be called tonight."

The music was turned up so loud that Korra could feel the bass thumping through her body. It was ridiculous.

She and Asami had linked their arms together so that they wouldn't be separated. Both girls had red cups in their hands and were taking their time socializing with all of the kids that they knew.

Despite the loudness, Korra was having a pretty great time. Her red cup of punch was now empty. For the second time. She was feeling great! Until she saw him.

Korra yanked on Asami's arm in order to gain her attention. "Look! My Tahno-senses are tingling."

Asami snubbed up her nose. "Oh, yuck."

The raven haired girl was about to steer the both of them out of the room when Tahno saw them. His eyes lit up and his ever present smirk deepened.

Then he started to walk over to them, and there was nowhere to escape to.

"Ladies," he greeted. Korra noticed that he didn't have a drink.

"What are you doing here?" Korra immediately asked, blue eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Tahno shrugged one shoulder. "What can I say? I'm just a social butterfly, always fluttering around."

"Go away," Asami grumbled, just loudly enough for Tahno to hear.

He rolled his eyes and then held out his hand to Korra. "Do you want to come outside where it's a little quieter? I have something that I want to tell you."

For some reason, Korra's mind went into overdrive. A part of her panicked. "I don't have feelings for you!" she exclaimed.

Both Tahno and Asami gave her utterly shocked looks. Tahno stared at her face for a second and then glanced down at Korra's empty red cup. Then he put two and two together.

"Oh my god, you're drunk!"

Korra rapidly shook her head. "No, I'm not! All I've had is punch."

Tahno quirked one eyebrow. "Yeah. Punch."

Then he did something surprising. He tucked a lose lock of her hair behind her ear. "Congrats on your win today, sweetheart. Enjoy your victory while it lasts, because the Wolfbats are going to annihilate you when we meet on the field."

He winked at her and then disappeared back into the crowd.

Korra turned her head in order to gage Asami's reaction, only to find that some shady guy, who looked much too old to be at a high school party, was hitting on her.

Asami was trying her hardest to be polite, but after a moment she turned her head and shot Korra a "help me" look.

So Korra obliged. She pulled Asami in close and glared at the creepy guy. "Hey, stop trying to make a move on my girlfriend!"

And Korra kissed Asami.

It was strange, kissing a girl. But not unpleasant. No, not unpleasant at all. Asami tasted like strawberry lip-gloss.

The creepy guy's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. He mumbled a quick apology and scurried off.

Korra finally pulled away, feeling heat in her cheeks that didn't really have anything to do with the kiss.

Asami looked thunderstruck. And then she laughed. "Well, that's one way to help a girl out." She touched Korra's cheek affectionately and both girls pulled each other close, holding hands and giggling over nothing at all.

Korra lost Asami.

All she knew was that she really had to pee, and that Asami was supposed to be waiting for her right outside the door, but when Korra had finished up her business, her friend was nowhere to be found.

She didn't freak out that she'd lost her ride. She was too drunk to freak out.

Mako found her sitting on the floor beside the couch, talking to anyone who even glanced down at her.

"This is not behavior that reflects well on the team." He hauled her up and onto her feet. She swayed and then latched onto his arm.

"Oh stuff it, Mom." She sniggered and leaned her head against his shoulder. She looked up to see Mako shaking his head at her.

"You're wasted, aren't you?" he accused, frowning.

"You frown too much," she blurted out. "And do you really think about me when you jerk off? Asami said that your probably did."

Mako's mouth fell open and he turned as red as a tomato. "N-No! Of course not! What-how—"

Korra snuggled up against Mako. She could really use a bed to sleep in right now, but Mako would do for the time being. "You can think about me when you do that. It doesn't bother me. Even if you are an asshole who didn't eat my cupcakes."

Mako's skin turned hot underneath Korra' body, so she pulled away from him a little bit to prod at his forehead. "You're hot. Are you running a fever?"

Mako swatted her hand away. "No! Just—" He groaned and rubbed at his temples. "You're really drunk, Korra. Where's Asami."

And suddenly Korra was heartbroken. "I lost her," she admitted mournfully. "I had to pee but then I couldn't find her."

Mako boldly fished her phone out of her front pocket. "Okay. I'm going to call your parents and tell them to come get you." There was genuine concern on his face.

Korra clawed at his hand, trying desperately to pull her phone out of his grip. "No! Not them! They'll kill me."

Mako narrowed his gaze. "I'm not sending you home with just anyone, Korra." And then, as an afterthought, he added, "Bolin would kill me."

Korra froze. She hadn't seen Bolin all night.

"He ended up staying home. His pet ferret is sick," Mako mentioned, as if he reading her mind. Then he waved her phone in front of her face. "Who do you want me to call? I can't take you home. I didn't drive here."

Concentrating very hard, Korra took her phone and drunkenly scrolled through her contacts. Finding the one she needed, she pointed the contact out to Mako. "Call them."

And then she ran into the bathroom and started puking.

"I swear to god, if you puke on my leather upholstery then I'm going to fire you, then rehire you, then fire you again."

Korra was happily singing along to One Direction on the radio, much to Iroh's frustration. They'd already had to pull over once so that she could vomit on the side of the road.

"And stop singing. You don't even know any of the words."

Korra attempted to look at him, but her whole world was spinning. "So? That means nothing." And then she started to clap her hands.

Finally, Iroh turned off the radio, nearly swerving onto the other side of the road in the process. He heaved a big sigh. "You better be glad I like you, kid."

Humming, Korra nodded and patted Iroh's shoulder. "I like you, too."

Then she slumped over against the window and passed out.

Korra awoke to sunlight and the blaring noise of a television.

She sat up slowly, nausea making her move at a glacial pace. She instantly saw that she was not, in fact, in her own home.

She was on some stranger's couch.

Groaning she wrapped the blanket that someone had draped over her tighter around her body. She was about to lay back down when she noticed Iroh in the kitchen. He was eating a bowl of cereal.

So she was in his apartment.

Interesting.

Noticing that she was awake, Iroh set down his breakfast and made his way over to her. "How are you feeling?"

Korra sent him a death glare and he laughed.

Korra rubbed at the back of her neck and moaned. She was so hungover that she couldn't properly appreciate the fact that Iroh was walking around shirtless.

Life wasn't fair.

"Did I throw up on anyone?" she asked, squinting her eyes against the bright sunlight.

Iroh shook his head. "Nope. You got it all in the toilet like a champ."

Korra sighed in relief. "That's good to know."

Iroh sat down next to her on the couch. "Some dude called me at 1am and told me that you were pretty drunk. Said that he was concerned that you weren't going to find a ride home. Seemed nice. Was a total dick in person, though."

Korra's head hurt too much for her to laugh. "That would be Mako."

Iroh patted her knee. "Let me go get my shoes. I'll drive you home."

He disappeared into his room. That was when Korra spotted his phone lying on top of the coffee table. Korra pressed the button on the side and it turned on. She didn't look at any of his text messages, of course. That would have been rude. But Korra liked seeing what people had for their ringtones. She thought it was funny.

Iroh's phone, however, was currently on the contacts page. Korra went to exit out of it.

That was when she noticed that she was listed in his phone as "Jailbait".

A/N:

The love interest eliminated in the chapter was Howl. He didn't receive enough votes, so bye-bye Howl. I wasn't really sure how to axe him and still have it be relevant for this chapter, so I decided not to mention him at all, ha. I admit that I am lazy.

I will go ahead and say that even though Howl is no longer in the race, I'm definitely not through with him. So there is that to consider!

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Asami

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Iroh

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