After much back and forth arguments with herself, she decided it would be best to tell Aang about what happened with Ming and the things she said. Besides, it wasn't like she was worried that Aang might feel the same way. She just wanted him to know that Ming was a threat to the other girls and should be removed immediately. She walked back to her room before the bonfire started to get ready. Aang wasn't there yet, so she decided to do her hair. She grabbed her favorite comb and took out her hair to pull it threw her knotty waves. By the time Katara heard Aang's voice coming down the path, she had already finished her intricate hairstyle. But his voice was not alone.

Ming.

"Well, thank you so much Aang! You're such a great help." Ming and him reached the door so they were in Katara's view. Fortunately, they could not see Katara from the angle she was watching. She couldn't help but notice how close Ming was standing next to Aang.

"Well, I am the only person here who experienced the culture in person." Aang looked down at his feet.

"Aw, poor Aangy!" Katara cringed at the name. "You must get so upset." Ming placed a hand on Aang's cheek. Katara's blood boiled.

Aang nodded solemnly.

"Well, it's amazing what you're doing for us. It's really brave of you to teach non-airbenders your culture." As she spoke with a sultry inflection to her tone, Ming's hand traveled down Aang's cheek to his jawline, to his half exposed chest. Katara waited impatiently for Aang to swat Ming's hand away. But he didn't. Katara's fears were confirmed. Aang did have feelings for Ming. Her heart sank to her feet. She clutched her hands to her chest and darted out of the room before Aang could see her. She sat down on a rock and willed herself not to cry, not wanting to be a child about it. She was not some useless cry baby who weeped over her boyfriend. But she couldn't help it when the tears began to fall, slow and painful out of her red eyes. It was only minutes before Aang came out and saw her on the rock.

"What's wrong, Katara?" He knelt down beside her.

Katara was completely silent besides a few whimpers.

"Sweetie? Why are you crying?" Aang placed a hand on her cheek.

Katara slapped the hand away. "Don't touch me."

Aang backed away, unsure of what to do.

"What did I do?" He asked, genuinely confused.

Katara looked at him with rage in her eyes, tears pouring out.

"I saw you with Ming. She-" Katara bit her lip. "Touched you and you let her!"

Aang was oblivious to the obvious lust. "She was just consoling me. I was sad!"

"Oh, sure she was!" Katara spat.

"Katara, stop being so selfish! She was just being kind."

"I'm being selfish?! You don't even realize that girls are coming on to you because you're so used to it!"

"That is not true, Katara!"

"Of course it is. Why do you think she dressed like that?"

Aang was enraged. "She told me her airbending clothes were stained and ruined. She's waiting for new ones!"

Katara scoffed through tears. "She told me that she was wearing them for you."

"What?"

"To turn you on to her, Aang! So you would forget about me; your stupid little waterbending girlfriend, and fall hopelessly in love with her; a pretty, smart, fire bender." Katara began whispering her words as they stung her soul. She looked at the ground.

"I can't believe it."

"I know."

"No. I can't believe you would lie to me because you couldn't handle your jealousy! These are my students, Katara! My relationship with all of them is completely platonic! I can't believe you of all people would think otherwise!"

Katara said nothing.

"It's immature, stupid, and insulting. I thought you trusted me, but I guess not."

Aang turned away and left Katara alone.