Set My Heart On Fire (UPDATED AND CONTINUING!)

1. The First Day of School

Katara walked under the cherry blossom trees to her new school. The petals gently floated to the ground, coating the path with a pale pink dusting. It was her first day at Omashu High School, and her heart couldn't be beating any faster. The anxiety, the excitement, the happiness and the dread all built up inside of her, ready to explode. Katara's converse-clad feet slapped the pavement as she entered through the iron gate guarding the school.

Her cerulean eyes met with the packs of students that surrounded her, eagerly chatting amongst themselves. Katara had a hard time concentrating on the task at hand with so many things going on around her. She focused on passing through the parade of teens that bustled her in the hallway, to get to the schedules on the small table in front of her. The girl managed to get through and arrived at the papers that held the entire student bodies' schedules. She placed her small, tan fingertip on the pile and flicked through all the sheets, carefully studying them to find her name. When she finally found her schedule, she anxiously looked for her first class.

With a heavy sigh of disappointment, Katara found that her first class was the subject she despised most, trigonometry. With a roll of her eyes, she folded her schedule into a neat square and placed it in her pocket. Then, she adjusted the strap of her baby blue backpack and shuffled off to class.

Moments later, however, the halls began to clear much too quickly and Katara found herself to be the only one left standing in the hallway. Nowhere could she locate her classroom, even after endless walks along the entire panel of the school. Panic coursed through her body as she realized she was going to be late and utterly lost.

"Great, late on the first day. Way to go, Katara," she thought anxiously.

Katara was so absorbed in her thoughts that she found herself just walking blindly. She remembered her surroundings when she walked straight into something hard, however. For a second, the girl couldn't determine what she ran into until she felt the rise and fall of breathing. Jumping back, Katara felt a blush fill her face as her eyes met with a very handsome stranger. The dark-haired teenager smirked at her flustered state.

"Oh god, I..uhh..I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" Katara asked quickly, too embarrassed to talk normally. The stranger gave her a smug grin and turned completely towards her. His eyes were breathtaking up close, a rich gold that pierced her insides. The stranger's eyes and smile seemed almost too much to take at once, but as soon as words left his lips, Katara could feel her heart plummet to her stomach.

"Of course I'm okay. You seem to be the one that's lost. I'm not surprised though, you freshmen are always the slowest of the bunch," the stranger replied smugly, his voice hard. Katara felt her jaw drop. "Did this cute guy really just insult me? Who the hell does he think he is!" Katara thought angrily.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Katara thought aloud. As quickly as she responded, she slapped a hand to her mouth. The man's eyes slightly widened, and the smirk on his face disappeared, leaving him rather emotionless. Grunting slightly, he stretched out his hand.

"Give me your schedule. I'll show you where your class is," the boy said quickly, seemingly uninterested. The sudden change in attitude confused Katara greatly, especially since she had just cursed him out!

"What is up with this guy?" Katara thought confusedly.

Nevertheless, she handed him her schedule. Getting to class was more important than trying to figure out what some kid's problem was. He looked over the piece of paper, his amber eyes gliding across the words. Katara was fascinated by how cute he was. It had to be illegal to be that hot.

"What's your name?" she asked without thinking.

The man's eyes looked up from the piece of paper and Katara could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. He gave her a very critical look, like he was studying some rare insect. The very thought scared her, as well as the complex look in his eyes. Katara felt the urge to look away from his scrutinizing gaze, but returned his stare with equal fervor anyway. After a good minute-and-a-half of looking at her, the boy looked away, almost as if in contempt.