Inspiration: My wild imagination. Not.
Date Written: 12/17/06
Viewpoint: Zuko. A/U.
Pairing: Zuko/Katara. (one-way)
Time Is Cruel
"Please, just listen," he pleaded. She slammed her locker shut and turned to glare at him.
"Look, Zuzu," she spat, seething, "I don't need the likes of you. I can take care of myself without a guy at my side that everyone ogles at."
His gaze slid to the floor. "Not my fault girls like me."
She gave a bitter laugh. "And you absolutely hate it, I'm sure. Give it up, Zuko. You can't have me back." Katara turned away just as the dismissal bell rang. Over the clamor of fellow students, Zuko could hear her brother asking what he wanted.
It was really more than he could bear. He didn't want to be popular, really. No one knew what it was like-
"Hi, Zuko," chanted several feminine voices.
"Snap," he muttered, and ducked into the men's bathroom ("Where are you going? Wait!").
Leaning against the wall, he once again removed the note from his pocket. There, in perfect handwriting, on plain lined paper…
See you tonight. I love you.
Kat
He slid down the wall to sit, slumped, on the floor.
If only he could go back in time.