Chapter 4: Sticky fingers

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Pov: Katara
       
     As soon as we get off the bus Toph looks to the left, smirks, and grabs Aang's arm. "Come on twinkle toes let's check out the cafeteria!", she then runs off with Aang who's wearing an apologetic smile. Weird.
    I turn to the left to see Sokka flailing his arms and calling me over at his car. Zuko with him. My face gets warm for a moment.  Why am I getting so flustered? I brush of the weird feelings and start walking towards them. As I get closer I start to notice little details. Like why is Sokka's forehead so shiny and so -  Then it hits me. My eyebrows can't help but twitch. He's wearing MY makeup. Aw hellll naw.
  My feet quicken their pace till I'm face to face with them and scream, " You bone head what are you doing with my makeup!" Before he can respond Zuko interjects. "Come on Katara‚ it's obvious Sokka wanted to try out for the Kyoshi cheerleaders." I can't help but laugh, I can never be truly mad at Zuko. I shrug it off and look over my shoulder and whisper to Sokka, " Hey drag queen check me. I don't have and makeup wipes but I can bend the cream off." Everyone knows this school has strict bending rules. As Sokka keeps watch I get to work. Flicking my fingers while tiny beads of sweat drip from my forehead with nervousness. But as I finish I notice golden eyes staring ever so intently. What's his problem?
      "Ok Sokka I'm finished." He sighs in relief, "Thanks Kat!" Then he jumps out the car, slams the door, and sprints off. What's got him in a hurry, I think. Zuko must have  seen my confused expression and answers.  " He and Suki always go makeout in the biolo-"
  "Stop right there," I interupt " I don't wanna know Zuko." 
       "Fine," he says " New topic. You wanna tour of the school?"
  I pause for a moment. It would be cool to catch up with him and get a free tour. Killing two birds with one stone if you ask me.
             I must of said that aloud because Zuko gave me a questioning look. I wave my hand and brush it off. He turns to me and offers his arm,"Shall we?" I respond with my best proper accent, "Flameo hotman we shall." Then we take off to the entrance. What I don't notice is the slight blush dusting his cheeks.

There is no excuse but pure procrastination for my absence. But baby I'm and I had alot of fun writing this so I'm better than ever!
    Have a great Thanx giving - Autumndauntless


     

   
     

     
  

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