I'm back! Muahahah! Hah, okay, confession - I finished this chapter a while back, but got too lazy to upload it..BUT IT'S HERE NOW! And that's all that matters, right? Definitely. Anyways, here it is, switched back to Katara's POV.

No owning A:TLA or the WATIC lyrics below (from "For The Win").

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Chapter Five: Normal Life

"You got a big mouth, and you should've shut it. Yeah, you should've shut it in the first place."

-We Are The In Crowd

I follow Yue outside to the parking lot, not caring one bit about all the people snarling and cussing at me when I rammed into them to get there. I was still in shock of the news that my brother - the always hungry, never serious jokester caught in a conflict so serious it could lead to fists? It hardly sounds believable. I mean, what could be that serious?

We ran as fast as we could, trying to both reach the parking lot before takes that first swing, and to avoid the teachers who were threatening to write us up. It was already too late. I heard people yelling and cheering before we got out the building. The fight had already started.

Yue and I finally make it to the parking lot, where there's a huge crowd of people in a circle watching the two guys fight. I look at Yue with panic flaring in my eyes as we run towards all the commotion. We shove through all the people, ignoring their groans and insults in order to see my brother.

Sokka's throwing punch after punch, and the other boy, some tall brown-haired dude, is blocking almost every one of them with no effort whatsoever. I look at both my brother and the guy he's fighting, noticing that neither one of them has shed any blood, which helped relieve some of my worries.

I run into the eye of inferno, with Yue close behind me. Yue helps pull Sokka off of the guy, and I try prying the guy away from Sokka. It was hard, especially when the guy Sokka was fighting felt like he weighed nothing but muscle, despite his almost-toned bronze arms. The guy is nearly two heads taller than me, making me feel virtually like a dwarf in his presence. I look up at him, my heart dropping and knots forming in the pit of my stomach. I knew that face. And I should have known it was him the moment Sokka swung.

Yue and I stand between them, preventing them from making any other blows. The people around us boo, beginning to dissipate into the distance, running towards the building as the late bell rings. I turn towards Sokka with my eyebrows furrowed. "Are you crazy? What do you think you're doing?"

Sokka glares over my shoulder, not even making an attempt to answer my question. I roll my eyes and turn back at my jerk of an ex-boyfriend, pushing him when I say, "And why are you fighting my brother?"

"I don't need you, or Yue, fighting my battles. Go to class," Sokka says seriously, like an order, not allowing Jet to explain himself.

"Why? So you can do something stupid and get suspended?" I lash. Sokka sighs, failing to look at me.

"Sokka, could you at least tell us why you were fighting him?" Yue asks calmly. Sokka doesn't answer, but instead sighs again, grabs his bookbag from the ground, and heads towards his car.

Yue turns towards me, "I'll try to find out what's wrong with him."

I nod as she runs down to Sokka's car and they speed out of the parking lot a couple minutes later. When I turn around, Jet is shouldering his bookbag and heading towards the main building. I chase after him, stopping his long strides when I step in front of him. He looks down at me, no emotion on his face.

"Jet! Are you not going to answer my question?"

The guy huffs, looking to the side before he speaks. "I've got a class to go to, so if you'll excuse me -"

He steps around me and continues walking. Avoiding the question once again.

I pull at the chains dangling from his jeans. He haults, turning to face me with an expression so serious you'd think I'd slapped him. I quirk my eyebrow, a habit I attained from watching Zuko.

"Well?" I say impatiently.

"You ever stop to think that maybe it was your brother who attacked me?"

"Sokka doesn't go around punching people for fun! Especially not in the morning, after breakfast, when he's happiest."

He snorts, succeeding in navigating the conversation off the main topic.

"But that's not the point," I add, glaring up at him. "Sokka has no reason to start anything with you."

"Look, Katara. I get that you're grieving over our break-up and there's no denying you want me back. But if you're sending guys to fight me just so we can have a normal conversation like we are now, then you're wasting time cause -"

"Are you serious? Jet, you're a jerk, you know that?" I lash, not bothering to let him finish his sentence. I cannot believe him. Was he always this full of himself? I mean, who does this guy think he is? Jerk.

Jet stares at me, his face displaying no emotion whatsoever. "I tried to make a clean break with you, Katara."

"By dumping me the second Ty Lee showed any interest in you?"

He sighs. "But if you can't get over me, and you're going to keep pulling these games, we're going to have a problem."

His comment took me aback. I could hardly get a grip on exactly what it was that he was saying. "What are you saying, Jet? Are you threatening me?"

"It's whatever you think it is, Katara. I was hoping we could still be friends, but after this, I think it's best we don't talk," Jet says, taking one last glance at me before he strides off towards the building.

I stand forsaken in the parking lot, my mind a foggy mess and my knees buckling for some reason unknown to me. Wondering how I originally came outside to defend Sokka and ended up being shockingly lectured by my self centered jerk of a ex-boyfriend over an incident I had no initial part in.

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He's ridiculous. Me, telling my brother to pick a fight with my ex-boyfriend just for the hopes that we'd get to have even the slightest conversation? That's the most far-fetched idea you can get from that whole incident. I didn't even know Sokka was planning on fighting with Jet. And maybe he wasn't.

I mean, not everything is about him - the world doesn't revolve around that self-centered maniac with an ego-trip. Then the jerk practically threatens me...who does he think he is? Such a jerk.

I cannot believe we went out that long and I didn't notice this side of him. I guess now that he's in a total cliche high school relationship, he thinks he can tromp on anyone he doesn't think is on his level. The way he suggested we not speak again was almost like a boss firing his employee. I'm definitely not his subordinate.

Ugh. My blood is still boiling about the whole ordeal.

"Miss Suzushi!"

The voice of my first period teacher, Mr. Zhao, shakes me to the core, making me remember that I was still in class. From the front of the room, the glare that he directs dead-straight at me is colder than I've ever seen his eyes. He stands tall next to the board, complete annoyance etched obviously across his face. "Tell the class what we just discussing," he orders, venom oozing from his every word.

Every head in the classroom swiveled in my direction, each and everyone's pair of eyes staring anxiously at me, waiting for my answer. I look away coyly, playing around with my hair loopies as my eyes frantically search the board, hoping for some clue. But I end up with nothing. With everyone gazing at me, I figure I can't get out of answering, so I just answer dumbly, "Chemistry?"

There's scattered snickers and laughing in the room at my answer, Mr. Zhao closing his eyes and inhaling before he looks back at me, a mock smile on his face. "Yes, Katara. We are studying chemistry, considering this is a chemistry class!"

I flinch when he booms the last part while everyone else is still laughing. The smile was wiped off his face quickly and his face was gravely serious when he spoke again. "You were already late to class, now you decide to not pay attention when you're here?"

I look at him, knowing he's not really expecting me to answer.

"Detention. Tomorrow after school."

My eyes bug, "But, , I -"

"Detention for the rest of the week!"

I stare blankly, too shocked to even utter another word. Detention for what? I wanted to ask that, but I'm not aiming for two weeks of detention with him.

"Pay attention!" he booms, "Or does anyone else want detention with Katara also?"

The class goes completely still; all small conversations hushed. Mr. Zhao turns back towards the board and continues with his lesson. I slink down in my chair and groan to myself. It's going to be a long, dreadful day.

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"You're serious. Sugar Queen over here actually got detention?" Toph smirked, relishing in all that Haru had just informed her with. He was laughing beside me, holding his stomach when it heaved forward. I slammed my locker door shut and rolled my eyes.

"No lie, here, Toph. And man, you should've seen her face. Just..wow, man," he said, before bursting into another fit of laughter. I whipped around to face him, my eyebrows scrunched.

"How can you be enjoying this?" I lash.

"How can you not?" Haru had replied breathlessly.

"I got detention! That's nothing to be happy about." I say, practically fuming that for one; Mr. Zhao gave me detention in the first place, and two; my friends can't seem to contain their happiness for my misery.

"Oh c'mon, Sweetness. You gotta admit you getting detention is a pretty rare event. It's not even that serious. You'll love it." Toph says as we walk down the hall. I scoff. Highly doubt that.

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