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Chapter 5: Eeeew, you again!

It has been three weeks since school started but Katara felt like it had been months- the long, hard school days just dragged on, with the same boring routine every single day. On top of that, her teachers felt the need to fill up students' agendas with piles of endless work.

Katara groaned as she sat down to do her work on a Saturday afternoon. I'm never gonna finish this absurd project. She quickly skimmed the paper that was telling her what to do. Great, now this thing wants me to go to the library to get books.

She unwillingly got up to ask her father for a ride before reaching a conclusion that walking there would relieve her of the slight twinge of guilt she felt about missing the excellent weather outside. The library wasn't too far anyway. Katara picked up her backpack, ready to leave the house.

The streets were quiet. She breathed the fresh air coming from the bright blue sky, enjoying every second of the peace she could get without having a loud brother ruin perfect silences. Twenty minutes of walking passed too soon. Katara stared at the library entrance, regretting her well developed habits of not procrastinating, the reason being it prevented her from staying outside longer. She hesitantly sat down in a crowded room next to a middle-aged man who uncomfortably shifted in his seat while eying her. I really don't wanna be here.

As the time went by, the people in the crowded room started to retire one by one, letting Katara- the last one remaining- have the room to herself.

"Miss?" A lady in her late 50's gently tapped on the door. "We're about to close, please wrap it up."

"Okay, I won't be too long." Katara politely smiled before packing up her things. It's 9 already?

Katara, who dialed the number to home, waited for a response. No answer. She tried her dad's cell, but comparble to the first, no answer. She waited before calling again. Still: no answer. I guess I'm walking home.

I hate my teachers.

Similar to a certain brown-haired girl's feelings, Zuko grudgingly stood in a library aisle, ready to rip out his hair because he couldn't find the book he needed for his project. Standing here isn't going to help. He gave up- it was just going to waste time, so instead, he decided to start on another portion of work, eventually getting so absorbed that even time wasn't the issue.

"Dude, the library's closing. Wrap it up." Zuko looked up at a guy he recognized as a senior who went to the same school.

"Okay." Already?

He stood up and left the building, unaware that a girl he had saved three weeks earlier was only a few feet behind him, going in the same direction. When he thought somebody was following him, he threateningly turned, getting ready to pound on his stalker. He relaxed and grinned.

Ohmygod I'm scared I'm scared I'm scared. I don't wanna walk home! Katara shivered.

"And I thought you've learned your lesson about walking home in the dark."

She could feel a smile run across the voice's face. She froze. A chill ran down her spine. Fuck. No, not now. Please.

The figure stepped closer to her, but she didn't take a step back.

No, this voice isn't one of the ones that tried to hurt me.

"I wouldn't want to save your butt again."

Katara's cheeks grew pink, but luckily the darkness of the night concealed her embarrassment.

"Where'd you learn to fight like that?"

"My uncle."

When the figure stepped under the light, her draw dropped and her eyes bulged out of her head.

"Wait, that was YOU?!" She menacingly spat.

The 'arrogant jerk' chuckled. Zuko wasn't surprised. "That's a pretty harsh thing to say to somebody who saved your life." Well that caught her off guard.

"I-I'm sorry. I just didn't think you were the type who would save somebody's life."

"And why is that?" He liked messing with this girl.

Perfect, now every time i see him, I'm gonna feel extremely awkward.

"So... I was asleep in your bed?" She nervously shifted her weight on both feet, anticipating for the worst, even though she already knew the right answer.

"Uh... yeah."Zuko's eyes darted from side to side, now becoming uncomfortable.

We just produced a gay baby. (HAHAH DO YOU GUYS GET IT? X) wow im lame.)

"Anyway, I better get going.." Katara was outrageously flushed. I need to get out of here.

Zuko saw her receding figure fade away in the darkness, not really having an idea of what to do, but his body moved without consulting his brain and he found himself running after the girl.

"But wait, I'm pretty sure you're scared to walk home by yourself. I'll go with you."

"Thanks, but no thanks." She did not need this asshole to be taunting her.

Zuko smiled. "I guess you're just asking for it then," and walked away, waiting for her to call after him.

"Er.. wait." He turned. "Actually, could you walk me home?" She said In a feeble, barely audible voice.

"Hn." Satisfied, he took her hand and pulled her close the whole way. She didn't even pull back! :D :D :D :D

When the pair reached the front porch of Katara's house, the uncomfortable silence came again.

Zuko shifted his feet.

Katara looked at the ground.

"I... uhh..." Zuko looked for something to say. "Didn't get your name. What was it?"

"katara." She smiled up at him as she gazed up at his eyes unknowingly.

He found himself gazing right back, stepping closer, again, unknowingly.

"I'm Zuko."

"I know." She caught herself before taking another step closer to him, happy that she her brain still functioned enough.

"Well, you should probably get going.."Why the hell am I still standing here? I'm not expecting anything to happen..

Katara snapped herself out of the spell he supposedly put on her and got her keys out to open the door.

"Yeah.. see you around?"

"See ya." He turned to walk off her porch.

"Zuko, wait." He stopped and did what he was told.

"Thank you."

She watched him walk past her driveway and into the night. He's so dreamy. She mentally slapped herself. HA! not in a million years. (Yeah Katara, keep telling yourself that..)

I can't sleep. Wonderful.

She sat up in bed, frustrated about the fact that one boy could cause her so many sleeping problems. Katara replayed the events that happened to her earlier that night, picturing his perfect features, hearing his calm voice, and mentally slapping herself again before vowing she wouldn't fall for the biggest 'jerk' on the planet.

I can't sleep.

Zuko opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, picturing the girl he had saved willingly, and thinking about when the next time they would talk would be. How could one girl cause him so many sleeping problems?

Fuck it.

He got up from bed and went onto his balcony. The bright stars twinkled innocently while Zuko paced around, trying to forget about a brown-eyed girl.

Guysssssssss!

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Read the next chapter to find out what happens:

On the next school day..