Crazy, Stupid, Messed Up Love

KOV

Okay, now I'm having second thoughts about this shit. I stared out the window and cracked my knuckles.

"Asami?" I asked.

She grinned as she turned the radio down, "Yeah, little bitch?"

"I'm having second thoughts about this. What if I'm not good enough? And what if I'm not the best?"

Asami's expression softened, "Korra, you're a badass motherfucker, you have a great personality, a hot figure, selfless, and a great student body president. So basically if you could have any hot guy in the universe and pick Mako Harris out of all of the guys who jack off to the thought of you, you can win this pageant."

I stared at Asami in shock, "Damn bitch, where did that come from?"

Asami shrugged and smiled, "I'm just pumped up for the fact that Mako's gonna drool all over you!" she shrieked as she parked in Mayor Tarrlok's driveway.

I got out of the car and fixed my dress. "Tarrlok's just probably hosting this to stare at all the candidates."

"Yeah, that pervert. Well at least it isn't at some random place," she commented as she brought two full size suitcases with her.

I raised a eyebrow, "Asami what's in that thing? A dead body?"

Asami glared, "Makeup, hair supplies, your crowning outfit, dancing outfit, float outfit-"

"FLOAT OUTFIT?"

I'm okay with dancing, but on a float is just too much.

"Asami, what am I suppose to do on the float?"

"Just wave and look pretty."

"That's it?"

Asami nodded.

"No singing?"

She nodded.

"No tumbling?"

Nod.

"No dancing?"

Nod.

"How about stripping?"

"Damn Korra, all you have to do is stand on the float with Mako. There isn't some kind of messed up shit, motherfucker!"

"Okay calm down."

She adjusted the bags she was carrying. "Now you go find Mako and get in line at the second floor, wait till they call your name, and just copy everyone else from there."

I nodded and looked for Mako inside of the mansion.

I pulled my dress up and searched for him.

"Korra?"

I turned away and scowled, "Dad," I muttered as cold as I could.

"Do you know how irresponsible and stupid you are for just running away like that? Your mother and I were worried sick," he said as he walked closer to me.

I laughed bitterly, "Look who's talking, daddy. I'm hearing this from the man who slept with the whore of the century!"

Now people are staring. I honestly don't give a fuck.

Dad seemed angry, "You're coming home this instant, young lady."

He attempted to grab my arm, but Mako miraculously showed up.

"Don't. Touch. Her," Mako said wrapping his arm around my waist.

Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Come on Korra, don't cause a scene.

My father bitterly laughed, "Says who? An immature football player who just drinks and sleeps with the most girls? I don't think so."

Mako's arms tightened around me.

I tugged at his tuxedo, "Come on. Let's go."

Mako turned his attention towards me and nodded.

We walked away from my dad and I broke down in the patio.

People were staring at me as Mako cradled me in his arms.

"He was the one who always looked out for me. I…. I… I just don't now what to do right now."

Mako kissed the crown of my head, "Whatever you go through your mom's here for you, Bo is too, Asami, Jinora, Principal Tenzin, and I'm here for you."

Fuck the universe.

I chuckled and wiped my eyes, "Asami's gonna kill me when she sees my face."

Mako chuckled and pulled me up with him.

I hugged him and smelled his scent.

He smelled like vanilla and cinnamon. "Thanks Mako, for everything."

"You're welcome. Now let's get ready for the entrance.

I nodded and we got back inside. Mako stayed downstairs as I got in line with the rest of the girls upstairs.

Mr. Sato started announcing names and finally announced us.

"Ms Korra DeCaprio, escorted by Mr. Mako Harris."

There were some whoops and whistling.

I carefully walked down the stairs till I finally reached Mako at the bottom. I grabbed hold of his arm and he walked me outside.

We were in line with the rest of the competition.

Everyone from the inside moved outside.

Mr. Sato adjusted his microscope and smiled. "Welcome to the 2012 National Miss Teen Santa Barbara. I'm am the host Hiroshi Sato, and these are your candidates: Julia Hester, Emma Buckner, Korra DeCaprio, Caroline McHale, and Madison Trott. Good luck to all of you ladies and here's my daughter Asami to say a few words."

Oh this has got to be good.

Asami came up to the microphone and smiled. She was wearing a red dress, heels, and had her natural what I would call 'Asami hair'. (Link in profile.)

"I just would like to say, that it's an honor to be one of the judges for this year's pageant. And good luck to all! Especially Korra DeCaprio, bitch you better kick some ass."

Now I'm embarrassed.

Hey bitches, I'm alive! Some of you motherfuckers Pmed me, thinking that I died because of the hurricane.

Well I can assure you, I'm alive!

So I'm cutting off question of the chapter and I'm adding overexposed!

Overexposed 1: Obama vs. Romney.

Aren't you guys tired of hearing those commercials dealing with Obama and Romney? Like I'm trying to go on Youtube, but they have that fucking add saying 'I'm Barrack Obama and I approve this message'. Or if you're trying to watch TV, but this commercial with big numbers in bold and bar graphs pop up.

And they start bragging about what they've done, or they're smack talking about the other guy.

Honestly I can't wait till the election is over, so I don't have to hear that shit again!

I'm MakingMeBlush, and I approve this message!

Tell me what you think!

Review.

Or die….