All the way to their lesson, Bolin taught Korra about Asami. What she liked, disliked, her taste in music, food, fashion. She seemed pretty cool to Korra. Not at all the stuck-up ponce that everyone else seemed to be round here. The two rounded the corner and noticed a stern looking teacher standing by the door, waiting for them.

"Uh-oh." Bolin muttered. The teacher looked at his watch, then at the two students standing before him.

"You're 6 minutes late. Care to explain, Bolin?"

"Umm…"

The teacher sighed heavily, then pointed into the classroom. Bolin slunk in, taking his seat at the back of the class, next to a taller boy in a leather jacket and red scarf. Korra noticed them bump fists, then begin a conversation.

"And you, young lady? Why are you late?"

Korra turned to the towering man in front of her. He was a Water Tribe member, Northern, if she had to guess. He wore a traditional robe, complete with trim and furs. It had to be boiling, Korra thought. He looked down at her, raising an eyebrow. "Well?"

Korra shrugged her shoulders. "Lost track of time. It's my fault we're late. Sorry."

"Very well, take a seat."

Korra moved past him into the classroom, taking a seat next to Bolin. She puffed out her cheeks as she thumped down next him, much to Bolin's amusement. He leaned over to her and whispered in her ear.

"Thanks for that, another unexplained lateness, and I would have been in detention for the rest of my life."

"No problem." Korra whispered back, keeping an eye on the professor, who had now begun his lecture on trade routes during the Fire Nation War.

"Hey, Bo. Concentrate. We need to pass this class."

Korra turned to face the source of the new voice. It was the boy in the scarf. He looked almost exactly like Bolin, but with a sharper face and amber eyes. His black hair was styled into a messy quiff, no doubt held in place by half a ton of hair gel. He wore a deep red shirt under his jacket, along with a pair of skinny jeans and black converse trainers. He was hunkered over his notepad, scribbling away as fast as possible.

"Relax, bro." Bolin said, leaning back in his chair. "I've got this."

"That's what you said before last weeks' test, and look how that turned out."

Korra leaned over, putting her hand out to shake his.

"Hey, I'm Korra. You are...?" The boy didn't look up from his notes.

"Busy." He answered. He continued scribbling, ignoring her hand.

"Wow, aren't you fun." Korra said, her voice thick with sarcasm. Bolin awkwardly laughed, pushing down on Korra's hand to lower it for her.

"Korra, this is my brother Mako. Mako, Korra's new here. I've been asked to hang around with her for a few days get her used to the school."

Mako grunted a reply. Korra was starting to boil inside. She could just mention Asami and take his ego down in seconds. No, that's not cool. Bo said he would break it to him. Just leave it. Korra took a deep breath, and turned to face the front again.

The rest of the lesson went by at a turtlesnails pace. Mako kept muttering things to Bolin, followed by Bolin looking over to Korra and replying in just as hushed a whisper. Korra ignored it. She couldn't believe that Bolin was related to that. By the time the bell went to indicate the end of the lesson and the day, Korra was a few seconds away from leaning over and punching the brooding scowl off Mako's face. They all got up to leave, but Mako quicker than anyone else. Bolin looked over at him, puzzled.

"Got somewhere to be, bro?"

"Yeah." Mako replied, still stuffing things into his rucksack. "I'm gonna go catch Asami before she leaves. Hopefully, we can talk about this whole misunderstanding and get back to how we were." Korra's head snapped up at the mention of Asami. Bolin looked over to her, then back to Mako.

"I wouldn't do that, bro. I heard she's pretty busy tonight." Mako looked up from his bag, straight into his brother's eyes. He seemed confused.

"But she shouldn't be. All her friends have afterschool practice, and she's done all the possible homework for the next 3 months. She'll only be busy if…" Confusion turned to horror, as the penny dropped with a deafening clang. Mako yanked his bag from his seat and sprinted for the door. Bolin watched him with increasing worry before turning back to Korra, who had gone white with dread.

"This is going to be hard." Bolin said, picking up his own bag and motioning for Korra to come after him. She pulled her bag over her shoulder and jogged after Bolin, who was already halfway down the corridor, chasing after Mako. She soon broke into a sprint, swerving between pupils and teachers, trying to catch up with the two brothers. She took a corner, and collided head on with something solid. She came crashing to the ground, her bag spilling its contents everywhere. Dazed, she looked up to see what she had hit. She could make out the blurry figure of some-one in orange and yellow.

"Korra? What are you doing running round like a headless otter penguin? I was just coming to collect you." Korra recognized the voice.

"Oh, hey Tenzin. Sorry." She began scooping up her belongings and stuffing them back into her bag. The airbender leaned down to help.

"Well, I've found you now, so let's go. There's something waiting for you back home." Korra looked at the airbender, who had a smile on his face. Weird, Tenzin never smiles. I didn't think it was possible.

"Actually, I'm kinda busy." Korra said picking herself up. "I'm going into the city with a friend. I'll be back before dinner, promise." Tenzin looked shocked.

"But, Korra…" It was already too late. Korra was powering down the corridor towards the front entrance. She was dreading to see the scene when she got outside. What if Mako gets angry at me? Oh, Spirits, what if Asami gets angry at me? She pushed the double doors open and scanned the area. Sure enough, she noticed Bolin trying to pull Mako away from Asami, who was leaning against a sporty Satomobile convertible. Korra crossed over to them, scared of what might happen. She heard Mako first.

"Just tell me the truth! Who is it? Is this because of those messages, because I've tried explaining them to you but you won't listen!" Asami brushed her hair out of her eyes, revealing the steely gaze beneath. It was so different to how she looked early. There was no happiness or warmth, just apathy.

"I'm not telling you who it is, because I don't want you to know. I'm not sure about them myself yet, but they seem to be a hell of a lot better than you were." Asami said, with as little warmth as there was in her eyes. Mako opened his mouth to respond, but went silent when Asami raised a hand level to his face.

"And, by the way, this isn't about you or those messages. You made the particularly awful choice to cheat on me all by yourself. I'm doing this because I want to have fun. Remember that? Fun? What you, me and Bo used to have before you went all stuck-up jock on us."

Mako huffed at Asami, then turned on the spot and walked away, almost knocking over Bolin and a few other students as he went. Bolin looked back to Asami, coming over to give her a hug.

"I'm sorry, Asami. I'll try and calm him down, you know what he's like." Bolin said, breaking the hug after a few seconds. Asami wiped something from her eye, and weakly smiled a the earthbender.

"Don't be sorry, Bo. It's not your fault he's such a boneheaded moron." Asami noticed Korra standing behind them. She straightened up and moved over to her.

"I'm so sorry you had to see that. Mako and I haven't got the best history in the world." Asami awkwardly pulled down on the sleeves to her blouse, looking deep into Korra's eyes. She seemed to be as entranced by Korra as Korra was by her. "Look, I know it sounded kinda weird, me calling this a date and everything, and I know we've only met today but…" Asami was cut off by Korra's lips colliding with hers. For a few seconds, everything seemed to stop. The breeze was gone, so was the sound of nearby traffic. Everything fade out, until Korra broke the kiss, reeling back after realizing what she had done.

"Oh my… I'm so, so sorry, I don't know why I did that. It was really stupid, I'm sorry." Korra blurted out still moving away from Asami. She covered her face with her hands. Why did you do that?! All you had to do was play it cool, and you went and kissed her before the date had even started! Korra looked up at Asami, noticing the blushing on her cheeks. She was smiling.

"It wasn't that bad, was it? I've been told I'm a pretty good kisser, actually." Asami giggled, moving closer to Korra, who was now completely dumbfounded. "Next time just warn me before, OK?" Korra nodded slowly, allowing Asami to lead her by the hand over to the car. She got into the passenger seat, letting the leather seats consume her tired body. Today had been hard on her. Asami slid into the driver seat next to her, and suddenly Korra felt full of energy. Asami turned to the gaping Bolin next to her side of the car. "See you soon, Bo. Good luck with Mako." Bolin simply stood there, still processing what had gone on just moments ago. Asami started the engine and drove off, heading towards the center of the city. She turned to Korra after a while, who had been fiddling with the zip on her hoodie.

"Well, seeing as you already got a kiss of me, I think that means you're paying for coffee and food." Asami said, winking at the waterbender next to her. The two girls laughed. Korra felt comfortable here. Like there was nothing for her to worry about. She leaned over to the radio and turned it on. The music seemed to take Asami by surprise.

"I'm sorry!" Korra said, switching the radio back off. "I'm not used to being in a car with someone my own age." Korra looked over at Asami, who was giggling to herself.

"It's fine, I was just a bit startled by the volume. I forgot I had it so high. I have some CD's in the glove compartment if you want to have a look." Korra fumbled through the collection of CD's, reading each one aloud.

"Calvin Harris… TJR… Vinai… Eva Shaw… I'm sensing a pattern." Korra said.

"Yeah, I'm a bit of a dance music nerd, but there should be some other stuff a bit further back." Korra delved deeper into the glove compartment, pulling out a single disc. One she instantly recognized.

"Paramore?" Korra said, puzzled.

"Oh, yeah. Have you heard them, they're great. My friend Hayley gave that to me when it hit platinum, in way of a thank you. She even signed it." Korra looked back at the disc. Sure enough, the signature of Korra's biggest celebrity crush was scrawled across it, along with a note.

To Asami, thanks for all the help, we couldn't have done it without you.

"I love Paramore…" Korra said, still staring at the disc.

"Great. Put it in, then. We can sing along, if you want." Korra put the disc in, starting up what she thought was the greatest album in existence. They continued into town, singing along at the top of their voices. Korra leaned out of the window, letting the cool air run through her short hair. She let the surroundings seep in, the bustling shops, the smell of street food, the shouting and laughter of children. But none of them compared to the sight of the girl sitting next to her in the driver's seat.