Hey guys! Sorry for the wait... and the short chapter. Also I'd like to apologize for all the confusion with the multiple POV's. But anyway, this little chapter is your Christmas present, and I know it's really not much. Feel free to gripe at me in the reviews. Tell me what I'm doing wrong, what I'm doing right- and maybe I'll have time to do another chapter before I go on Christmas vacation.

Korra made her way outside, wondering if she would be able to locate her bus before it left. As she stepped onto the grass, a familiar voice hailed her. Mako approached, looking flustered and upset.

"Asami told me what Dick tried to do," he seethed. "I'm gonna go teach him a lesson."

"Asami said that she was going to deal with it," Korra said, wondering exactly what her friend had meant by that.

"Her way of dealing with it was to report it to the school. That didn't do jack shit!" Korra stayed silent.

"I heard that bastard talking in the hallway earlier today about some 'stupid bitch that he was gonna rough up!' I had no idea he was talking about my girlfriend."

Korra opened her mouth, wanting to say something about how that wasn't ok to say about any girl, and if he had heard someone talking like that he really should have intervened immediately, but Mako wasn't finished.

"How does Asami get herself into these messes? I swear, sometimes she's more work than she's worth," Mako finished.

Korra's face darkened, disliking Mako's accusations. "It was my fault Dick is after us, Asami had nothing to do with it," she pointed out.

"What?" he said. "No, she's always getting herself into these messes, she can act like such an entitled- anyways, come with me to bash Dick's face in. I'll give you a ride home."

"I don't really think that's a good idea," Korra said. "Besides, I have to go home now and exercise my horse-" she whirled around as the bus engines growled into life. The long, yellow vehicles started pulling away. The girl brought her hand to her forehead and swore.

"That was a sign, Korra. Come on, Dick's probably hanging around with his friends in free parking." Korra followed, not because she needed a ride, or to fight a dick, but because she knew that she could probably stop Mako from doing anything too stupid.

By the time the two reached free parking, most of the cars had left. There wasn't anyone in the lot, but Mako grinned and strode toward a cherry red convertible. Korra had to jog to catch up to him, saying, "No one's here, let's go."

The wild eyed boy ignored her, irises strangely red in the Oregon light. He stooped by the fence blocking entry to a greenhouse, then hoisted a large stick out of the grass. It took about three seconds for Korra to connect the dots. It took another two for Mako to reach the convertible and smash out the headlights. He twirled the stick like a baton then brought it down on the hood.

"Stop it!" Korra yelled, trying to pull the stick out of the boy's hands. "Is Dick's car really worth being arrested for?"

"Yes! No. I don't know…"

Mako stopped struggling for control of the stick and let his shoulders drop. Korra jerked the branch out of his hands just as Dick walked out of the school building. His piggy eyes took in the dented, scraped up corpse of his car, then locked on the stick in Korra's hands. Shit. Before she could react, Mako grabbed her wrist and pulled her around, sprinting to his jeep.

"Get back here you fuckers!" Dick screamed. "Get back-" He was cut off as Korra pulled the door to Mako's car shut and he peeled out.

They drove in silence, Korra looking over at Mako's tense visage with worried blue eyes. Finally, the senior rubbed the back of his head and glanced over, saying, "This is what happened. Dick was mad about yesterday, so he beat up his own car and blamed us for it. They'll take our word over his, especially with Asami telling them about almost getting run off the road yesterday. As long as you keep your mouth shut, we should be fine."

Korra shifted uncomfortably, disliking the metaphorical corner she was being prodded into. "He saw me with the stick."

"Yeah, but you're just a girl. I doubt anyone would peg you as strong enough to put that dent in the hood," he said impatiently.

Korra glanced down, knowing she could've put a deeper dent in the convertible if she'd really wanted to. "I don't know about this."

"Look, if you want to say I did it, fine. I'm just saying Dick saw you holding the branch, not me. Don't drag me into your problems just because you feel guilty." His eyebrow were drawn together, eyes intense and burning, glaring right through her.

Korra's mouth fell open, her mind racing. Mako had busted the car. She had stopped him from completely breaking it. She hadn't even wanted to come along. Now he was threatening to blame her for this?

"Just don't say anything and all this will go away," he said in a softer, friendlier tone. "Dick'll get what he deserves and you won't be blamed for a crime you didn't commit. Everyone wins."

Wanting to object but having nothing to say, Korra glared at the amber eyed boy.

"Asami will take my word over yours," he informed her. "Where's the turn off to your house?"

Korra mutely gestured towards the approaching driveway, and Mako drove down and stopped the jeep in front of her house.

"Have a nice day," he said.

Korra ignored him and stalked away. Tomorrow was going to suck.