The Mechanics Girlfriend

Regret

Korra sat on the roof of her house, a hand pressed to her still stinging cheek. The cool breeze ruffling her short, chocolate brown hair smelled of wood smoke, and it was comforting when the young officer was so confused.

Asami hadn't even given Korra the chance to speak, she had said nothing but left a stinging smack against the younger girls cheek. From a quick glance, Korra looked fine. She had that way of putting walls up, of hiding her feelings from anyone else. Anyone, but the mechanic she loved so much.

Asami stood in Mako's office, her arms wrapped around his waist tightly. Her face was pressed against his chest as furious tears streamed down her beautiful face.

Mako had a cruel, triumphant look on his face, and he had began to relax, thinking that his plan had worked. He was stroking the mechanics hair, holding her in his arms.

Lin wasn't an idiot. She watched Mako from one of the corridors in the building. The idiot had forgotten to close the blinds of the window to his office, and she could see his reaction to a crying Asami. That little shit, she thought. He's not gonna get away with this.

Korra let one single, small tear roll down her beautifully tanned skin before wiping it away. She cleared her throat and jumped down off the roof, making her way inside. Usually, the house was filled with warm light, Asami's laughs dancing off the walls like bright rays of sunshine. Now, it was quiet and dark. It scared Korra, after all she hated being alone.

Lexa wrung her hands nervously, still not being able to get the blood out of her finger nails. She had hated what had just happened, she didn't feel anything towards other girls, and it was the most uncomfortable thing she'd ever experienced. She thought, however that if she had carried out this task that maybe the dark haired boy would like her a little more.

Yep, she had a huge crush on the bad tempered boy. All she has ever wanted since she met him was his attention, but he was always to busy chasing those other two. First, he wanted the tall dark haired mechanic. Then, he wanted the stormy eyed police officer. He needed to make up his damn mind.

Lexa took a deep breath, and set out in search of the one person she knew for a fact would help her.

Kya sat with Lin in the living room, trying to help her come up with a plan to figure out just what Mako had intended.

Asami pushed back from Mako, using the heels of her hands to wipe at her eyes, mascara staining her cheeks.

"Hey don't cry 'Sami, she's just a bitch anyways."

Asami's eyes immediately hardened and she glared at the dark haired boy.

"First of all, don't ever call me that again. Second, Korra may or May not have made a mistake, but don't you dare refer to her as a bitch. The only one that needs a derogatory name here, is you. Fuckin douche bag."

Asami stalked out of Mako's office, exhausted and for the most part emotionless. She didn't know how much more she could take, but she knew she really should give the stormy eyed girl a chance to explain herself.

Korra was curled up in bed, holding one of Asami's old, faded tee-shirts. It smelled like grease and the earth, and the minute the smell hit the young officer, she broke into tears. She had given everything to Asami, only to probably lose it for good. It wasn't her fault, but she didn't wanna fight. She wanted and loved Asami, but she couldn't stand the thought of making Asami cry again.

Lexa sat in front of Lin and Kya, wringing her hands nervously. She had just finished telling them exactly what had went on with Mako and his plan, and now they sat staring at her.

"Well don't stare at me like I'm some circus act, do something."

Lin shook her head, bringing herself out of her thoughts.