"You really think you're going to get kicked off the team for this?" Korra looked down sadly in response to the question from her good friend and perhaps now former teammate Opal.

"Probably, I mean the district rules are pretty clear of the subject. You can't be on a sports team if you fail a class. I don't think I'm going to be able to wiggle my way out of this one." By now the two girls had arrived at the restaurant known as Narook's, a favorite of the whole gangs to meet up with their group of friends. When they arrived they saw two of their fellow teammates Jinora and Kuveria as well as Opal's boyfriend Bolin and his older brother Mako. Before they even got to the table that awaited them Bolin had jumped up from his seat and rushed over. He gripped Korra's shoulders with perhaps a little more force than was really necessary and shook her a little as he spoke.

"Korra, this is so not cool, this whole softball thing. Opal just texted me the whole story, I want you to know that if there's anything I can do just let me know and I'm on it." In response to Bolin's outpouring of support Korra turned to Opal who still stood next to her already sporting a bemused smile at Bolin's antics.

"Really Opal? I just told you that, what? 30 seconds ago and they've already heard?"

"It was big news, Korra. I had to let them know as soon as you told me."

"We were literally just outside the door. Were you typing to Bolin as I was talking to you?"

"She's actually pretty good at that." Bolin interjected between the two. Earning a quick glare from his girlfriend. "But, I mean she was totally just trying to help." He added quickly, hoping to stay on Opal's good side.

Korra sighed dejectedly, "Its fine Bolin, thanks for the show of support but I don't think you're going to be able to do much. I really don't think there's much anyone will be able to do to for me. As soon as Mrs. Clark lets coach know about my grade there's no way I'll be able to stay on the team. "The two girls took their seats at the table as Korra finished her remorseful speech.

"You don't think you could get some extra credit or something. I've done that in a couple of my classes before." Jinora piped up from the far side of the table.

"Unfortunately, I don't think so. Mrs. Clark never allows anyone to do extra credit for her classes. Not to mention your extra credit is usually to get your grade from 100 to like 110 or something, I don't think it's quite the same thing as getting extra credit to pass the class outright." Korra responded.

"Maybe if you just explain to her how important the championship game is to both you and the team she'll give you some leniency." Kuveria suggested. "After all you are the best player in the conference, maybe even the state, that's gotta count for something. I mean it's not like you're ever going to use calculus again.

"Somehow I don't think a math teacher is going to share that point of view." Jinora chuckled. "Anyway, can I see the test, Korra? Perhaps I could work through it with you, and then you could go back to Mrs. Clark and show her how much you've learned. Maybe she'll give you some points back or something."

"Yea, about that, I... I don't actually have it."

"What do you mean you don't have it? Did she not give it back to you or something?" Jinora questioned.

"No, she gave it back. I just... forgot it... in the hall."

"What do you mean you forgot it? You never forget anything." Opal stated eyeing her curiously.

"Well, I did ok, there's a first time for everything. So why don't you just lay off with the fifth degree for a second." Korra furiously retorted, eyes darting around the group daring any of them to challenge her on in. The look went unheralded around the table aside from an upturned eyebrow of suspicion from Opal.

"Well, fine, if you say so." Kuveria finally begrudgingly accepted.

"Mako," Korra barked at her friend. "How's the police training going?" Mako was the oldest of the group, and had joined the police academy as soon as he'd finished school. The until then silent man spoke up to begin regaling the table with some of his more unique stories from the academy. Korra breathed a sigh of relief glad that the focus of the table had shifted off of her. That was until she noticed Opal staring at her with an expression that obviously said "This isn't over." A shrug in response prompted Opal to return her attention to Mako's story, and allowed Korra a moment to groan internally. "Great now I'm going to have to tell Opal what happened, figures she'd be the one to see right through me. I guess if I have to tell anyone, I'm glad it's her. Maybe she'll have some advice about what the hell happened. Sure beats trying to figure it out myself."

"So, Korra, you ready to spill your guts?" Korra and Opal had made their way up to Opal's bedroom after she had insisted Korra come over to her place following their gathering at Narook's. And when Opal wanted something she was incredibility insistent about it until she got her way. Normally Korra loved that about her today however, she wasn't so sure.

"Alright fine, what do you want to know?"

"Well, for starters what is this about forgetting your bag in the hall at school? We both

know that would never happen."

"I know it's not like me but in my defense, there were some extraordinary circumstances."

"Yea? Like what?"

"Well, there was this girl, ok?"

"What do mean, like from your class? Or just sitting in the hall?"

"Maybe if you didn't interrupt I'd tell you."

"Sorry, sorry, continue."

"As I was saying, there was this girl. She was coming into Mrs. Clark's right as I was leaving. I was a little upset at the time so I was kind of running towards the door not paying a whole lot of attention to what I was doing. Anyway, I got to the door and right as I reached out to open it this other girl pulled it open from the other side. Long story short I crashed right into her, my bag went flying and we both ended up sprawled up in the hall."

"So, what, you ran off without apologizing or your bag?"

"No, not entirely. I.. I tried to apologize."

"And what, she got mad or something?"

"No, nothing like that. She was perfectly nice, super friendly, it.. it almost felt like she was flirting with me."

"Oookay, and so then you went running?"

"Y… yea. Pretty much. I don't know Opal, she just looked so… and she was so nice… and I… I just didn't know what to do. I guess I just kind of panicked."

"Hahaha, so let me get this straight. You left your bag because this girl was both pretty and nice to you?"

"Ugh, no, there was more to it than that. That way she looked at me Opal, I don't know, I felt so… alive. I've never felt like that before."

"You know guys and some girls I might add look at you like that all the time right?"

"Well, yea, but this just felt different Opal, and well she's a girl Opal, I don't like girls like that."

"Your story seems to imply otherwise."

"Not helping, Opal."

"Sorry, sorry. Well, fine, describe her for me. Give me a mental picture to go off of here."

"Alright, I guess I can do that." Korra took a deep breath to ready herself. "She was a couple inches taller than me. She had beautiful black hair, it was so smoothly and flow-y. Her make-up was crazy good, like a professional had done it or something. She had the most gorgeous green eyes." Korra stopped short due to a sudden burst of giggling from the other teenage in the room.

"What!?"

"Nothing, nothing, I'm just pretty sure this is what you call gushing, Korra."

"I… I am not gushing. I don't even know her."

"Uh huh, whatever you say." Just then Korra's phone began to vibrate. "Damn, it's my parents. I got to head out, sounds like they just got off the phone with coach. I am so dead."