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This chapter is in Zuko's POV and is based on Jesse's Girl by Rick Springfield. I would like to thank I'Mpossible12 for suggesting it to me :) Thank you so much I'Mpossible12 for all your reviews and suggestions!
Okay, I admit it. I am jealous. Actually, that is an understatement. I am extremely jealous; I am practically turning green with envy. Aang has had life so easy. He has the perfect girlfriend; my best friend Katara and the girl whom I love. Nothing bad or heart-breaking ever seems to happen to him. Although, nobody knows what goes on behind closed doors.
However, I think that some aspects of my life have been pretty bad. For instance, that time my dad placed the red hot iron on my face, leaving me scarred for life. Yeah, that is pretty bad. Not to mention the time when I woke up one day aged eleven to find that my mom was gone. I didn't know if she was missing or…. The second option was too unbearable to even consider.
There have been a few obstacles in my life but for the most part I have overcome them and my life is somewhat normal after my uncle took me in and treated me as his own, not long after his own son Lu Ten was tragically killed in a ten car collision. He was on the way to his girlfriend's house to propose to her. He never made it. The seven carat diamond ring was still untouched in his pocket.
As I said, jealousy is putting it mildly. It's like someone is taunting me, deliberately trying to annoy me. It's like everywhere I turn, he is there making out with Katara or staring deep into her eyes. It's disgusting. It's like he is mentally having sex with her and every time I see him with that faraway dreamy look permanently fixed on her ass, my temper gets the better of me. I feel like I need to hit a wall or a person, preferably Aang for disrespecting her in such a blatant way.
Before Katara and Aang got together, Aang and I used to be best friends. It isn't like we aren't best friends anymore, I just find myself losing my temper more often around him and he simply looks at me with that questioning gaze.
Tomorrow, all the Gaang are having a sleepover in my uncle's house. We are called the Gaang, because we were all friends with Aang originally. For the most part, he is the one who brought us together with the exception of Katara and Sokka. They lived next door to my uncle when I was growing up and as I visited my uncle quite frequently, I became best friends with them.
Well, this is going to be fun.
Twenty four mundane hours later, what with me lazing around the house before I practised my martial arts with as much passion as I would exhibit in a tournament. I am proficient in many martial art disciplines. What can I say, I like keeping active.
As my limbs fly in unison through the air, by the end of the training session I am absolutely dripping with sweat. As I run a hand through my black shaggy hair, I quickly remove my white shirt which is practically see-through by now, I hear a gasp and I turn towards the source of the noise. There Katara stands with her mouth open in amazement/surprise. I am not sure which. As I said before, I like to keep active so yeah I have a six pack. Apparently girls like that kind of stuff. Who knew?
"Oh hey, Katara. You are early! I wasn't expecting you here for another few hours."
Katara appears flustered. Her face is becoming increasingly redder. Is she okay?
I step towards her with a few quick strides. There are many advantages to being tall; this is just one of them.
"I just wanted to tell you Zuko that Aang and I broke up."
And with that, my heart begins to pound in my chest. This is what I have been waiting for years. And I know that this sounds terrible. But it is dishonourable to kiss someone who is with another.
And with that, I kiss her perfectly plump lips and she begins to respond, moving her lips in unison with mine. All too soon, she pulls apart and even I can see that she is shocked beyond belief. Oh no, I have done it now. She doesn't want to be friends with me anymore and she didn't want me to kiss her. Katara runs from the room, leaving me by myself once more. When everyone arrives, they notice at once my abrupt change in mood and keep a safe distance away from me. I will come to them when I have sorted my shit out.
At this point in time, I couldn't care less that if my mother were here now she would admonish me for my crude language. Suddenly I hear a noise emanating from my balcony door.
Knock knock.
There it is again. I guess that I better go get it.
Knock knock.
Now I am getting impatient. I am answering the door goddamnit.
I pull the door back enough to see familiar looking chocolate brown tresses and one sea blue eye gazing in at me. Immediately, I turn away. I don't think that she can explain why she turned me down in such a cruel manner.
"What do you want Katara? To hurt me more? To stab me in the back?"
Her eyes begin to well up with tears and I wince at my unintended cruelty. There was no need for it even though she hurt me. Katara has been nothing but good to me.
"I just want to explain why I did what I did."
"I'm sorry Katara; I didn't mean to upset you."
"I didn't think that I was attractive enough for you. I mean, I saw you standing there looking all gorgeous and all of a sudden I felt ugly in comparison. And I have loved you for years, but I was always with someone and I didn't have the heart to dump them so abruptly."
"So does this mean that you want to go out with me?"
"Of course!"
And we kiss deeply and with passion, our lips melding together to form one.
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