To Those Who Wait (In Progress)

Prologue

THE MEMORY FROM SIXTH GRADE COMES BACK TO ME FOR WHAT FEELS LIKE THE millionth time that day. I don't know why I've been thinking about him so much, lately. He doesn't deserve my constant thoughts, but I guess I'm not in complete control over what I think about.

During this memorable time, I lived with my Aunt Taylor and Uncle Don for reasons I still don't quite know.

I was in Mr. Mill's' science class. It was my last week in Reels, California before I moved back to Alaska with my mom. He had us copy the notes from the old-fashioned chalk-board while he searched frantically for a paper he must have misplaced. I was surprised that not a single gray hair moved on his head.

Van King came tiptoeing in, late as usual. His attempt to not be noticed apparently didn't work because Mr. Mills handed him a detention slip.

He chose the seat right beside me. It was amusing watching him fumble with the computer cords as he tried to get to the seat.

"Hey, Korra. What did I miss?" Van pestered. It was funny how innocent he sounded.

"Do you really care?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"Not entirely."

"Then why are you asking? And most importantly, why are you sitting there?"

"I have one answer that will apply to both of those questions."

I stare at him, waiting for his answer. Eventually I give him a hand motion, telling him to continue.

"To talk to you."

I glared at him and looked down at my notebook. "I'm not giving them to you."

"Fine, but tell me this; Are you going to the dance tonight?

"No, I don't dance."

"That's a shame. You should really consider it; you might get to dance with that one special guy."

He pushed a red strand of hair behind my ear and smiled. There was something about the way he flipped his dirty-blonde hair and the sun glistening perfectly on his green eyes. I was puzzled by the way I felt. 

I did go to the dance that night, and there I realized something very important. 

I'm crazy about Van King