Jealous

Toph glared at Katara as she ate her lunch, watching her carefully. She was beautiful, and nice, and smart, and popular. Everyone knew that…even Aang. Toph knew Aang liked her. He told her so yesterday.

Two days ago, Toph thought Katara was a bubbly high school princess who was as annoying as an average mosquito bite.

Since Aang's 'confession', Toph saw her best female friend in a very different light.

Toph didn't know where Katara got the nerve of looking so good or being so friendly. She was always smiling and helping people when they asked for it. Her clothes were new and expensive, even though Toph was richer, and she always looked great in everything she wore. Where did she get the nerve?

"You could practically see the halo around her head." Toph thought as she stared at her. "She's not that pretty. So what if her hair is long. And she's tall? And fit? Big deal!"

Toph got angrier with Katara by the minute. Her fingers rapped against the table, rhythmically, like a marching band.

She growled when Katara pushed the hair out of her eyes.

Toph scanned the cafeteria and immediately noticed two other boys looking at the beauty. "That floozy" Toph thought. "She has all the other guys here. Why Aang! Doesn't she have enough admirers? Why does she need to take him too?"

Toph didn't know why she was so angry at Katara. Aang was the moron who liked her. It was his own stupid fault for liking such a phony tramp. She was way out of Aang's league anyway, Toph told herself. "Boys…what a bunch of idiots. Honestly! A few curves and a smile and they go crazy." Toph kept looking for people to blame, but she always found her way back to blaming Katara.

Toph huffed, lifting the bangs out of her eyes. She noticed (as if she never had before) that her hair was short and messy and Katara always kept her hair loopies neatly on the sides of her head. "She thinks she's soooo cool." Toph kept complaining inside her head. "I think I hate her. Floozy."

Katara didn't know why Toph was staring at her so intensely. She was just trying to eat her lunch. Toph didn't say anything to her or ask to see her homework like she usually did. She just glared at her with angry green eyes.

With every passing second, Katara felt more and more uncomfortable. She didn't know why Toph was angry, but she wanted to find out.

"Hi Toph." Katara smiled politely. Toph grew angrier. "Are you okay?" Katara eyes darted to her left and right, wondering if there was someone else she was glaring at.

"Sure Katara. Why would anything be wrong?" Katara didn't hear any sarcasm in Toph's voice.

"Okay. Are you sure?" Katara asked again.

"Things couldn't be better." Toph's knuckles loudly clanked against the table again.

"Um…okay. But…you know I'll listen if you have anything you want to talk about. If anything is bothering you at all…I'll hear you out."

Toph kept glaring at her.

She wanted to talk about her problem, she really did…but not to her.

And certainly not to Aang.