Hi guys. Sorry if I confused anyone with my switch from 3rd person to 1st. It was unintentional haha. Korra is going to be written in 3rd, while Asami is in 1st. Thanks for all the nice comments! I promise there will be more Kainora, but I'm still getting the structure set up. It will happen, I promise. Feel free to point out problems or leave ideas, I like knowing how I can make this better. Comments generally make me want to update faster!
Korra watched Asami ride away, wishing the girl could've stayed a little longer. If she didn't screw things up, Korra might have a best friend within the first week of school. She turned and followed Naga back behind the house. A long brown head curled around the hidden barn, followed by a friendly nicker. Smiling involuntarily, Korra loped over to the horse and rubbed its face with her hand. The creature dipped down and ground its head into her torso, rubbing sending white hair flying in the air. Korra laughed and stepped back, brushing the hair off her jacket.
"I'll be right back, Chuck" she told the animal, then rushed inside with Naga in tow. The fridge housed a bucket of carrots specifically for the horse. Retrieving two of the vegetables, Korra stepped happily into her room and saw his head poke in through the open window above her bed.
Handing him one carrot, she said, "Hey Chuck. Remember how I said school was going to suck? Well it sort of did, but I made a friend already, and she seems really cool. Her name's Asami and she has this badass motorcycle- well really she's the badass, but the motorcycle makes it even cooler. You'd probably like her. I'll have to introduce you two," Korra said, chuckling as Charlie arched his neck and nuzzled her stomach, wanting the other carrot. She let him bite off the tip, then wiped it on her pants and bit off a piece for herself. Lying on the bed, she felt homesick for Alaska, but a growing piece of her also wished she was here, with Asami Sato.
Korra growled as her alarm clock startled her awake. The muscular teen slammed her fist into the device, forgetting her own strength in morning's hazy embrace. The plastic case cracked and cut her hand. Suddenly very awake, Korra swore and pressed her hand into her pajama shirt. She stumbled out of bed cursing and found her way to the bathroom. Thrusting her hand under the sink, she watched the water turn pink as the blood gleefully fled from the pinky side of her hand.
"Dammit. Dammit. Dammit," she hissed as her hand throbbed. Grabbing a towel, she held it against the gash until it seemed to stop bleeding. At least it was her left non-dominant hand, she would still be able to write… though getting out of writing would've actually been quite nice. Glancing at the clock sent Korra into a whole new type of panic. She had five minutes to get dressed and out the door. She bounded back into her room, disregarding the blood spattered over her dresser and bed as she rushed into a blue hoodie and baggy jeans. Hurrying back into the bathroom, she ran a brush through her mane of dark hair, gave up, and pulled it into a high ponytail. At that point her hand started bleeding again and Korra growled as she felt it drip into her ponytail and hit the back of her neck. Screw this. She grabbed another towel and burst out the front door. Korra kicked on her boots and hobbled down the house's one lonely step. Booking it down the driveway would've been easier if she had her boots on right, but she didn't, and she sure as hell wasn't going to waste time fixing them.
I got to school early, like I did almost every day, and headed to the student council room in F-Hall. The sloped hallway was stricken with glitter that the lower classmen had failed to remove. I would need to have a talk with them about their homecoming decorations. Glitter was aptly named the herpes of the art world. Entering the room, I flashed a smile at Jinora, my favorite freshman of all time. She was tiny and adorably mature, unlike all the other pimply children calling themselves high schoolers. We had hit it off during a heated debate concerning Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. A sophomore girl had commented how cute and romantic it was: both of us felt the urgent need to correct her.
"How are you today Sami?" the girl asked, following me over to my desk.
"I'm good, how about you?" Jinora liked to find a new adjective to describe how she felt every day, one more reason why she was awesome.
"Sterling," she said primly, then, "Kai said he saw someone try to run you over yesterday."
"He saw that and he didn't try to help me?" I asked skeptically.
"He was on the other side of the divider… with his dad…" she said. I watched her little face twist uncomfortably, and understood. Kai's dad… was not someone I would ever want to meet. "But anyways Sami, are you ok? Who would try to run you off the road?"
"Our favorite dick," I said savagely. "I was giving Korra a ride home, and he had gotten the idea into his little pinhead to come after us."
Jinora's eyes widened theatrically, and she whispered, "That asshole!"
"Don't tell Mako," I asked pleadingly. "He just turned eighteen and I really don't want him sent to prison for murder."
"Your secret is safe with me," Jinora assured, reaching out and patting the top of my head. "Who's Korra?"
"She's new. She came all the way from Alaska. I like her so far."
"Wow, I've always wanted to visit Alaska," Jinora said happily. "What does she look like?"
"She's really pretty," I found myself blurting. Crap. "Um- really bright blue eyes, dark hair, dark skin- not like really dark, sort of a light brown I guess?" Finishing my description, I let out a breath and decided I had redeemed myself.
"I'd like to meet her."
"Why?" I asked, a little surprised. Jinora was usually pretty shy around upperclassmen.
"You really seem to like her," she answered.
"How do you know?"
"When you talk about someone you care about, you relax, but you can't hold eye contact. It's like you're embarrassed to be caught with emotions. If you don't care about them, then you'd be less animated," she said smugly.
"Jinora…"
"Yes?"
"Why are you so freaking smart?" I said, then added out of curiosity, "What do I do when I talk about someone I hate?"
"Your eyes go all scary and cold and you sort of tense up and drill holes into my face with them."
"Oh. Like this?" I said, trying to fight a smile while glaring at Jinora. She laughed and I couldn't help joining in. I sat back in my chair and wiped the wet away from the corners of my eyes. Smiling at my friend, I said reluctantly, "I really should start getting this crap sorted and done."
"Of course, student council president," she replied, saying the title like she was speaking to an emperor.
"Shut up," I laughed, reaching across the desk and grabbing a pen. "Go be adorable elsewhere so I can get shit done.
"I'm gonna go find Korra and bring her here and we can annoy you together," Jinora decided.
I rolled my eyes, pretending to ignore her. As the girl was about to go out the door, I grabbed a highlighter out of my pencil jar and sent it flipping through the air. She yelped as it ricocheted off her shoulder, and hurried out into the hallway. The door shut, and the highlighter stopped rolling
Silence. I stared at the pen, willing it to come back to me. It lay there, alone on the glitter marred floor.