Her hand searched frantically through her sheets as she woke up, feeling for the only thing that was her connection to Korra during this unbearable weekend. Unbearable? Really Asami? It's been two days… man you've got it bad. As much as she chided herself she still couldn't help herself from smiling as she finally found the device hidden underneath the pillow on the empty side of the bed. She brought it to her face and squinted at the screen as she pressed the home button to wake it, dropping it almost immediately as the brightness stung her eyes. Jesus Fuck! She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes before trying again. Disappointment hit her as her eyes adjusted to the light emitting from her phone. As if Mondays aren't bad enough already… Why wouldn't she message me? She attempted to shake the thoughts from her mind, trying to rationalize to herself that there was more than likely a logical explanation as to why she didn't have a notification from the girl who was causing her to fall deeper and deeper into her feelings. But it was easier said than done. Come on Sato. Asami Sato is a logical woman, but no matter how hard she tried the pit in her stomach would not let up. Shit…

As per usual when she showed up for their early morning meetings, there was only one car in the parking lot when she pulled in. Her pace was a little faster this morning, the excitement of what her sir would say about her new found evidence proved to be too much. It had been in the back of her mind all weekend, how this surely had to be enough to finally ruin Korra and satisfy the revenge she had so desperately desired for so long. She had it, concrete proof that there was something going on between the student and their teacher, she could only smile as she studied the picture on her phone. There was no disputing the fact that it was indeed Miss Sato, wearing a blue RCHS shirt. We've got them this time.

There was no sign of life in the school, had it not have been for the two cars in the parking lot it would have looked completely deserted. This is how the two of them liked it to be, it left them with more freedom to partake in their… activities. Her footsteps echoed down the empty hall as she made her way towards his office. Ever since principal Tenzin was back full time it had proved to be too risky to fool around in their favorite spot, so Mr Tarrlok's office had to do.

She opened her mouth to speak as she raised her hand to knock on the frame of the open door but her teacher beat her to it.

"You're late." He stated without looking up from his desk.

It was unlike Kuvira, she ran her life with precision and purpose. However she couldn't argue, she was in fact late.

"Close the door behind you." He continued.

She did as instructed, keeping the handle turned so that it made no sound when it latched closed. She made her way to the long brown haired man as he continued to scribble down notes on the sheet of paper in front of him.

"Yeah, long weekend." She was in no mood for what little small talk they usually partook in. "Let's get to it shall we?"

"Yes, let's." He replied as he set his pen down and turned to face his student.

She walked towards him as he sat cross legged in his chair, chin resting against intertwined fingers as his elbows were set on the armrests of his chair.

"The picture," her hands slid up his thighs, "what do you think of it?"

"There is no denying that it is in fact Miss Sato."

His lackluster response didn't deter her from uncrossing his legs and finding her place in his lap. "And in a RCHS t-shirt on top of that."

"Yes, there's also that."

She unlaced his fingers and placed his hands on her hips as her lips found his neck, whispering into it as she began to grind her hips into his. "Time to make our move."

Rather than guide her movements as he usually did, Mr Tarrlok's hands instead pushed her hips back, rendering her grinding motion useless. She pried her lips from his neck, confusion written all over her face.

"Show it to me." He commanded.

Her face morphed into a grin as she slipped her phone out of her back pocket, bringing up the photo and handing it over to her teacher, once again finding his neck as she did. Her kisses made their way up to his ear, lightly capturing his earlobe between her teeth.

"This is good… "

"I'm nothing if not efficient." She replied as she continued her work.

"Not efficient enough it would seem."

Her eyes shot open.

"Tell me," he went on, "is there anything in this photo to prove that this is our Avatar's phone?"

She heard her phone lock and felt it being slipped back into her back pocket. She pulled back to face him once more, her hands balling into fists.

"What exactly are you getting at? You said it yourself, there's no denying that is Miss Sato in the photo. Surely it's enough to allow us to both get the revenge we want."

The loud sound of a powerful car engine pulling up onto school grounds tore his attention from her. She followed his gaze to the window only to see a black and chrome Audi turning into a parking lot.

"I can't bring this to the attention of the faculty." He said as he pushed her hips back enough to force her to stand. "It's not concrete enough."

"Your word as a teacher won't render it concrete enough?! She's wearing an RCHS Hockey shirt for fucks sake!"

"I could argue that it could be your shirt." Was all he retorted as he began to gather the papers on his desk.

"You're sick."

He began to make his way out of his office, answering without making eye contact. "I need more."

She stood between him and the door, blocking his exit and forcing him to meet her eyes. "I?"

"We." He waved her off. "I mean we."

His gaze turned back to the window as the car door opened. "Unfortunately, due to your tardiness, our meeting has to be cut short. Now if you'll excuse me," he made his way around her, "alert me as soon as you have more."

She watched him walk by her and out of the office. Her hands gripped so tightly into fists that she could feel her nails pressing into her palms. The sound of a car door shutting pulling her focus back to the window to see a tall raven haired woman getting out of the car that had intrigued her teacher so much earlier. She watched as the woman made her way toward the main entrance, you'll get what's coming to you.

She pulled her phone back out to examine the almost sure proof she had, but as she thumbed through her pictures the screenshot was no longer there. She looked back at the door out of the office, what are you up to?

A tall silver haired woman had just entered the school as she closed her car door. Perfect. She quickened her pace in an attempt to catch up with Lin in hopes of getting news about how the weekend went. She could have just checked online she supposed, but she'd found herself lacking time this morning. Besides, this way she would be going straight to the source. Sadly it wasn't the women's hockey coach she found as she opened the door, instead she found the last person she would want to run into. This Monday just keeps getting better and better…

"Miss Sato." He greeted her as he open the door the rest of the way for her. "I thought that was you walking up the stairs."

"Good morning Mr Tarrlok." She replied with the best fake smile she could manage.

"A good morning it is indeed." He replied with his regular sly grin as his gaze followed up and down her body, admiring the way her curves were evident even through the blazer she wore today.

He always left an unsettled feeling in her stomach, something about his motives always seemed untrue. "Yes… If you'll excuse me Mr Tarrlok, I have to stop at the teacher's lounge before going to my office."

"Allow me to accompany you, I'm heading there as well. I believe that Coach Lin is the only one here, I'll save you the hassle of having to engage in small talk with the simple folk that make of the rest of this faculty…" He went on for what seemed like forever making the walk to the teacher's lounge seem to be miles long, full of fake smiles and laughs, "... and so you see Miss Sato, you and I are the same, a cut above the rest of these simpletons. If someone like you and I ran this school rather than that fool Tenzin, imagine how much better off it would be. Someone should make a motion."

They had finally reached the lounge. She reached for the door quickly, desperate to be in the presence of someone other than the man next to her. "Everyone is entitled to their opinions," she replied after his monologue finally reached a stopping point.

Tarrlok followed her inside. "Opinion has nothing to do with it-"

"Coach! How are you this morning?" Asami cut him off as Lin came into sight, Mr Tarrlok exasperating behind her.

The silver haired woman took her eyes from the newspaper she was reading, her usual serious face on. "Miss Sato."

"How was the game this weekend?" Asami asked as she set her bags down on a chair next to the main table.

"Yes Coach, do tell us how our hockey team did." Sarcasm evident in his voice.

"We won." It was evident that Coach Lin had no tolerance for Mr Tarrlok.

Asami stopped what she was doing and looked up and the older woman. Okay… so then why no message?

A sly grin formed on Tarrlok's face, his eyes discreetly shifting over to Asami. "And what of our beloved Avatar?"

"She played well."

"Descriptive." He moved over to the counter to pour himself a cup of coffee.

He does have a point… She needed details. "What was the score?"

Coach's mood lightened instantly as she turned her attention to Asami—well as much as Lin's mood can lighten, which isn't much. "1-0. It would have been a blowout if it hadn't been for that Rabaroo netminder."

Asami treaded carefully, watching what she said when it came to Korra, always trying not to seem too eager and raise suspicion. She racked her brain for ways to discreetly ask the question she needed answered, but before she could Mr Tarrlok beat her to it.

"Our prodigy player saved the day did she?" The tall man asked as he peered over his shoulder.

It wasn't the way she would have worded it, but the question had been asked.

Lin's mood shifted again as Tarrlok spoke. "Actually Tarrlok, Tenzin's daughter scored."

So that's why I didn't get a message… she didn't score. She thinks I was actually serious. She's too cute for her own good...

Lin folded up the newspaper and set it on the table before getting up to leave. "Korra did set up the goal however."

Tarrlok raised his cup to his lips as his grin grew, eyeing Asami the whole time. "Avatar to the rescue. Lucky for us we'll get to see it first hand at finals this weekend, isn't that right Miss Sato?"

God this guy is a creep. "I suppose so."

"I encourage you to come to the game and ask the players for their away jerseys. We want as much RCHS support as possible."

Before Mr Tarrlok could get anything else out, Asami quickly gathered the papers from her bin and followed Coach Lin out of the room, the walk to the teacher's lounge with Mr Tarrlok was more than enough time spent with him for the day. "Enjoy your day Mr Tarrlok."

"You as well Miss Sato. Think about what I said."

She gave him her best smile and headed out the door.

Tarrlok's eyes never left Miss Sato's form as she walked away. Soon you'll see things my way.

Asami's walk to her office was much more enjoyable than the one to the teacher's lounge. Finally she was done having to endure that pompous ass. By this point it didn't even matter, her head was already preoccupied by other thoughts. That disappointed feeling from this morning was long gone, and now she just couldn't wait to see her. A smile forming on her face as Korra took over more and more of her thoughts. What a dork.

Girls never got to Korra, she'd always been able to handle herself. Her confidence was occasionally taken as cockiness, but with her charm she was quick to disprove it. When it came to Miss Sato though, everything was out the window, all of her comforts and abilities gone. This morning proved to be the worst case yet. She had made a promise and didn't follow through on it. Not just any promise, a hockey promise. A promise she should be able to keep. And it wasn't a promise to just anyone, it was to her, that god damned woman who was all she could think about.

She paused for a moment in the middle of the walkway to the main entrance. She had Miss Sato first period and nerves had gotten the best of her. Her feet wouldn't move. In fact nothing would. She just stood there, staring at the entrance, feet firmly planted to the ground and thumbs hooked in the shoulder straps of her school bag. Fuck.

"And they return victorious!"

She felt the hand on her shoulder but didn't acknowledge it enough to give the boy a response.

"Never doubted ya for a second bro!"

The hand squeezed tighter on her shoulder, but again, she couldn't respond.

"Well someone is deep in thought."

When she once again offered no response, the hand left her shoulder began waving in front of her face. "Hello? Earth to Korra."

It was enough to snap her out of her trance, turning to face her best friend. "Hey Bo."

"Good, you're alive."

"Hmm?" She gave him a confused look.

"You've been standing here frozen for the past few minutes." He gave her a nudge. "What's up with you?"

She sighed and looked down at her feet. "I didn't do it Bo…"

"Didn't do what?" It was his turn to be confused now.

"I didn't score. I promised her I would…"

"Promised who?"

"Her Bo. You know…" She tried to get him to understand without saying her teacher's name out loud.

After a moment of thought he finally clicked in. "Ohhhhhh! Right! Wow, sorry, took me a while there."

"Welcome to the conversation bud."

"Wait let me get this straight, you're freaking out because you didn't score after you told her you would?"

"Yeah." She looked down again.

"Wow you've got it bad..."

She quickly brought her head back up to face her friend. "What?! How do you figure?"

"Dude it's hockey. You can't predict what's gonna happen. She for sure knows that."

"Part of me knows that, but I can't help over thinking it Bo. I just want her to come this weekend."

He put his hand on her shoulder, "Stop freaking out Kor, she's gonna come."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Please. I've seen the way you two look at each other. I'm surprised the whole school hasn't figured it out yet."

"It's not like we've gotten up on stage and announced it to the student body bud."

"Based on the drool that comes out of your mouth whenever you look at her you might as well have."

"I do not drool!" She protested.

"Practically. And she's just as bad."

"But-"

He put his hand up cutting her off, "Don't even Kor, you know I'm right."

"I hate when you're right." She crossed her arms.

He turned to walk towards the entrance, looking back over his shoulder as he walked away, "Now let's go, the bell rang while you were frozen in time for a while there."

No matter how much her friend tried to reassure her, she still couldn't shake the nerves. Nerves she fought with each step took towards the school. Bolin kept trying to wave her on but she just couldn't go any faster, maybe if I'm late she'll already be in her classroom so I won't see her. Yeah that makes sense. I'm late all the time anyways, what's one more time?

Bolin was already at the steps, "Dude let's go!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming." She made little effort to quicken her pace. "Don't you wanna catch Opal before homeroom anyways?"

The boy's eyes opened wide at the realization, "You're totally right!" He turned to go up the last couple stairs, yelling over his shoulder as he did, "catch ya later turtle!"

She couldn't help but laugh to herself at the square shouldered boy, excusing himself as he pushed his way through the crowd of students also rushing to get in before the bell rang again to signify the start of homeroom. She watched as they walked by her, expecting them to give her confused looks as she clearly was in no rush to get anywhere, but none came. I guess everyone else is used to me being late just as much as the teachers are…

The bell finally rang as she put her hand on the door handle to the main entrance, opening it up slowly and peeking her head inside the small space to find quiet empty hallways. Perfect. She could now walk at a normal pace, each step no longer a fight, nerves almost completely out of her system. She still had to get down the hallway to Mrs Izumi's homeroom of course, but with each step she regained more and more confidence. She wasn't going to be passing by the teacher's lounge so there was no risk there, the only other place she could be… shit. She hadn't factored this into her equation. She stopped dead in her tracks. Mrs Pema's office was a couple doors before Mrs Izumi's classroom, she wouldn't be in her office already would she? She's for sure out socializing with the other teachers in the lounge. Yeah, she's a sociable girl. No worries. She stood rationalizing her thoughts to herself a another minute or so, fuck it being the last words to run through her head as she started towards the classroom two doors down. What started off as a walk slowly turned into a run the more her nerves began to once again take hold of her. Her footsteps echoed down the hallway as she made her way to homeroom, the loudest steps coming when she came to an abrupt full stop in front of the open door, causing everyone's eyes to turn to her.

Mrs Izumi was the last one to turn to her, her face expressionless. "Korra," she began with the unimpressed tone she typically used to address Korra with when she was late, "nice of you to join us."

She put her hand behind her head as a sheepish grin formed on her face, "Well Mrs Izumi… uh, you see the thing is… I um… "

Her teacher simply put her hand up to cut her off. "That's enough. Just take your detention slip and have seat."

She sighed and walked over to retrieve the yellow piece of paper from her teacher before finding her place next to Bolin.

"That's rough bud." Bolin whispered from across the aisle.

Korra cocked her brow and flipped the slip over to show her best friend, "she already had it filled out and everything… "

"Well you are late for pretty much everything… I wouldn't be surprised if she had one prepared for you every morning." The boy responded as he stifled a laugh.

"Shut up Bo." She shot at him as she punched him from across the aisle.

"Care to make it two Korra?" Their teacher asked from the front of the room.

"No, I'm good thanks." She responded quickly.

"Then I suggest you pay attention and refrain from assaulting your classmates."

She could hear Bolin snickering beside her.

"Oh I'll show him assaulting." She muffled under her breath as she crossed her arms and slouched in her chair.

"What was that?" Mrs Izumi asked as she peered over her glasses.

Shit. "Nothing Mrs Izumi!" she replied and sat back up straight in her chair.

Her teacher wasn't buying it, the woman lifted her head up to face them fully. "Why is it always you two?"

She and Bolin both shrugged their shoulders and shook their heads with only Bolin responding, "Luck?"

Quiet laughter could be heard throughout the classroom, laughter that was instantly replaced with silence when Mrs Izumi spoke and pointed to the empty desk at the other end of the classroom, "Korra."

"What! Why me?!" Korra protested as she pointed to herself with one hand and to Bolin with the other. "He's the one who said the comment!"

Her teacher didn't say a word or crack her resolve.

"Ugghh, fine." She responded as she got up and collected her things, sticking her tongue out at Bolin before making her way across the room.

She slumped into her chair when she got there, crossing her arms to further display her obvious displeasure.

Thankfully homeroom only lasted for about 10 minutes, and after being late it meant that Korra only sat there for about half the time before the bell rang to let them out and get ready for their first class… which was english, yay. It was going to ring any minute to let them out, which meant she would have about 5 minutes to devise a plan to get out of the certain awkwardness that awaited her. Being a few minutes late, yeah Korra was guilty of that a couple times—okay more than a couple times... but missing a class all together, never. Avoiding her in the hallway was one thing, avoid her in a class that she taught would be a little tougher. Maybe I could… no that won't work… maybe I'll just… no not that either… or what if I… wow that's the dumbest idea yet Korra. She was running out of ideas fast and had yet to think of a proper plan.

Someone clearing their throat broke her out of her inner monologue, she looked up to find Mrs Izumi standing at the front of the class.

"Staying longer won't make up for you being late Korra, nor will it get you out of detention."

"Staying longer?" She looked at her confused.

"The bell rang a couple minutes ago, your next class will be starting soon. Unless you're trying to be late twice in a row." Her teacher clarified as she gestured towards the door.

Twice in one day? God damn this woman. "Nope! Not at all! Thank you Mrs Izumi" She collected her things as she got up, speeding out of the classroom and stopping briefly just before leaving to face her teacher, "and sorry for being late."

"I'd say don't let it happen again but then I would have prepared all of these slips for nothing." Mrs Izumi flashed a stack of empty yellow forms.

She must have seen Korra's mouth opening and closing as she searched for her words because the woman just shook her head and waved her out. Korra was thankful and happily obliged, leaving the classroom as quickly as she could.

The hallway was basically empty as she walked out of homeroom, everyone already in their first period classes. She walked quickly towards her locker, picking up where she left off before Mrs Izumi interrupted her. Well if I'm late for next class at least she won't really be able to talk to me since she'll already be lecturing, and I could just sit closer to the door and then escape really quick as soon as the bell rings. She stopped and smiled, pleased with herself that she finally came up with an acceptable game plan. Yeah that works. "That totally works."

She felt warm breath on her ear as someone whispered into it. "What works?"

Her whole body went tense, she had no time to react before she could register that she was being pulled into an office and slammed into the recently closed door. Soft warm lips pressed against hers moments later, slender fingers framing her face, jasmine scent filling her nose. Her hands instinctively made their way to the woman's hips as the kisses made their way across her cheek to her ear.

Another whisper. "I'm going to need your Jersey."

"Wha… what?" She pushed the hips she was holding backwards, causing the woman to remove her lips from her cheek and stand back. Whatever coherent thoughts she had left in her head vanished the minute she looked into those deep emerald eyes staring back at her. The eyes she craved to look into all weekend, the ones she only got to see in the amazing, knee buckling photo she received two nights ago.

"Jersey?" It was all she could do to get the one word out.

The woman smiled back at her as she rubbed her thumb over her cheek. "I need something to show my school spirit for your game this Sunday."

Korra's smile couldn't get any bigger. "Wait! You're gonna come?"

Asami kissed her cheek again, "Of course I am."

Her grip on her teacher's hips softened as she moved her cheek away from those red painted lips. "But I didn't score…"

She felt a hand on her other cheek, turning her head to face the woman before her. "You're a dork, you know that?"

Korra couldn't help but smile, surging forwards to capture her teacher's lips as she pulled her hips up against her own. "Only sometimes."

"All of the time." She smiled before kissing her on the forehead.

"Forehead kisses eh?" Korra's cockiness was back, all her nerves from this morning now non-existent.

"Yeah, forehead kisses." She replied with a smile as she pulled Korra off the door so she could open it. "Now hurry up and get your things for class so you're not late twice in one day."

"What?! How did you know I was late for homeroom?!"

The older woman just laughed, as she walked out of her office. "Well I wasn't sure until just now, but I would have bet money that it was you running down the hall this morning."

Korra crossed her arms and put on a fake pout. "Ass."

"Careful," the woman purposefully flipped her hair as she turned back to face her student, "keep talking like that and I'll change my mind about not giving you detention if you're late."

Korra had to reel her jaw up off the floor before she could speak again. "You wouldn't dare."

Her teacher walked back towards her, putting her hand behind her neck and pulling her close to press their lips together once she was back in the office.

Korra let out a moan of disapproval as their lips parted, letting herself fall into those green pools looking back at her.

"Try me." Asami winked at her as her hand left her neck.

Korra could only stand there slack-jawed as the woman turned and walked away, watching her hips sway as she turned down the hallway. This woman… I can't… she's just… I just… "I love you… "