Chapter 6

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The nexy day, sure enough, a red Tesla was parked outside. "Did he really just...?" Athlea sighed, exiting her room and moving to the living room where Zuko was sitting, gaming with Aang and Sokka. She was wearing a white crop top with black jeans, holes in the knees, along with a black-and-white button-up, which she had left open.

"Are you kidding me?! The others are so stupid, it'd ridiculous!" Sokka said, laughing. 

Zuko rapidly smashed the buttons. "We are FUCKING them," he agreed, a smirk on his face.

Aang chuckled. "Looks like we're about to win this round," he agreed, his lumur, Momo, on his arm.

"Since when do they allow pets?"

"They don't. They don't know I brought him here."

"Isn't that illegal?" Athlea finally spoke, crossing her arms and leaning against the door frame between the living room and the girls' rooms. 

Dai had appeared next to Katara, herself wearing a bright blue pleated skirt, a white crop top, and tall Nike socks with the same color of her skirt. "I have a cat and like twenty fish in my room," she added. Katara blinked at her. She narrowed her eyes at Athlea. "Don't you have a cat?"

Athlea glanced over at Katara, who was snacking on a salad, then moved to the couch, sitting and watching the game with crossed arms. She looked away from Dai. "Azar is an emotional support cat!"

Dai blinked at Athlea. "That's wicked," she said, shrugging a shoulder. "We gotta make sure he doesn't meet Jingles when we're not around." 

"Ignoring me today, are we?" Athlea eyed Zuko.

"Oh, come on, cut him some slack," Sokka chuckled. "He just broke up with Mai. Sad, angry boy."

Zuko didn't move his eyes from the game. "I'm busy, Athlea," he informed her. He glanced at Sokka as if he didn't know what he was talking about for a moment. "Oh, right. Mai." He shrugged a shoulder. Athlea shook her head slightly, glaring at him.

"Uh oh, Zuko's going to get it." Aang laughed.

"Not now, Athlea. You can argue with him when this match is finished." Sokka grinned.

Athlea's eye twitched, and she suddenly threw one of the couch pillows at him, standing. "Asshole behavior. 'I'm busy, Athlea,'" she mocked him, throwing another pillow. "Rich asshole."

"Someone's in trouble!" Sokka cooed to Zuko, laughing.

Zuko yelled, leaning away, using one hand to throw a pillow back at her. "Just wait a minute!" he yelped. He snorted. "Being rich has nothing to do with my addiction to gaming."

"I'm going to get McDonald's. At least food doesn't ignore me all day," Athlea muttered. "Who wants McDonald's?"

"Me! Please," Aang said, raising and lowering an arm.

"Me too!" Sokka chimed in.

"Nope, you're an asshole too," Athlea muttered.

Dai jumped to her feet, grabbing her canteen and Athlea's hand. "Girls date," she announced. Katara shrugged, then followed them.

"Sure!" she said.

Athlea nodded, smiling. "Girls date indeed, and while we're at it, we're going shopping too." She glared at Zuko. "Don't worry about that minute you needed. You can play your stupid game. Who am I, right? Just some random girl you helped you realize some shit. And what do you do? Ignore me. 'Cause why the fuck not."

Zuko blinked up at Athlea, making a face. "Uh... what?" he muttered.

"Hey! I wanted McDonald's," Sokka whined, pouting.

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